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wolven91 · 1 year ago

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White Lies

Esero was awash in a sea of joy, mirth, comfort, and warmth.

It was almost dizzying being surrounded by such joy. Laughter erupted across the canteen as someone bellowed a heckle at the ursidain telling a story of their awkward teen years. It was in good nature and caused another uproar of laughter as the ursidain in question doubled over in response, gripping his knees as his chest spasmed and he gulped in oxygen between uncontrolled barks of his own mirth.

The whole room was laughing together, it was intoxicating.

As an esquinine, Esero was a natural telepath, able to sense and feel the surface emotions of those in proximity as easily as one would read a billboard they walked past. Few knew the true power of an esquinine's mental abilities, which was substantially more than 'just' reading emotions. The esquinine race had struck a deal with the Galactic Community after a bloody war to spread disinformation over three hundred years ago to downplay the esquinine powers to the wider galaxy for the betterment of everyone.

After all, would the crew she surrounded herself with be so relaxed if they thought she could easily force her way into their minds?

No. Without doubt, the answer would be no.

For the sake of peace and preventing bloodshed, the esquinine people were 'empaths' and empaths alone to the wider galaxy. A white lie for the betterment and comfort of all.

The human who was sat across from her, who was red in the face from laughing so hard was the reason Esero was here. She was a guardian, a protector of the smaller, new race.

So far; an easy job.

The esquinine knew if the human knew of her true power, the trust she had slowly built up would shatter. It had taken roughly six months for the sour yellow hint of suspicion in the human's mind to be replaced with the soothing blues and light greens of trust within the human's mind. That was something Esero was willing to protect with her entire being.

It was because of this passive ability, that Esero was unable to prevent feeling others' emotions, that she felt the oily, purple, bubbling sensation of pure hatred and malice felt by a whole group of unseen forces lance into the room, a split second before the canteen exploded.

Esero had already begun launching herself at the human, across the table much to their initial shock, just as a spike, large enough to fill the room; punched through the ceiling in an explosion of fire, sparks and screaming.

They were being boarded.

Before the human and esquinine could get to their feet, the boarding spike disgorged a screaming rabble of a mixture of different races. The pair of them lay low as weapons fire began lancing through the air, cutting down any that stood in their way. The ship shuddered again and again as similar boarding spikes battered the besieged craft.

Esero touched a finger to the side of her head and focused on a felinoid who had just used a curved blade to slice the throat of one of the crew.

Her mind tore through the wet paper membrane of the felinoid's defences, completely unprepared for the intrusion. Her mental control was instant, gripping a hold of the grey matter inside and demanding the knowledge she sought. What was their goal? What were their instructions?!

To an outside observer, the felinoid froze and went tense, fear gripping its body until it voided their bowels, tears streamed from their eyes as the monstrously large mental assault crushed any hope of resistance. The question the all-encompassing force demanded was instantly answered:

'Take the food, the others will take what's near them. Don't hang around, the ship won't be around for long. Kill anyone.'

The esquinine forced the concept of 'sleep' into every corner of the felinoid's mind at once and the creature tumbled forward, in a collapsed heap amongst the dead of the canteen. It was a total invasion with no intention of leaving the ship or its crew alive.

"Up! We need to get to the pods!" Esero ordered to the human who didn't need mentally nudging to get them moving. Fear gripped them which Esero had no judgment for; she was scared too. But unlike the human, who had been denied a weapon, she was not helpless.

The pair of them slipped from the canteen during the panic. Most of the crew were dazed and already being picked off. The esquinine regretted she could do little, but she was not all powerful and spreading herself too thin would render both herself and her ward vulnerable. All they had to do was get down the corridor and turn left. At the end of the second hallway, was the bank of escape pods.

As the pair ran, a trio unknown creatures appeared from around the bend, armed to the teeth and pointing at her ward with ecstatic grins. A canid, and taurian and an ursidain, bringing up the rear. They obviously hadn't expected the human on board, but neither had they expected the mental domination of their minds either.

Esero thrust out a hand at the first, a canid with red, dripping claws, his defences were non-existent. A creature without discipline, this one must have given in to any desire he ever had. As such the force in which she reached into his mind would have left him a simple drooling mess if he lived, but she had no intention of allowing him breathe a moment longer. The esquinine twirled her hand at the wrist, as she and the human continued to march forward, the human's hand locked within her own grip. She brought her arm out to the side, fingers splayed and the canid copied perfectly, slashing deep gouges into the taurian to his side. The taurian wailed and flinched, looking round betrayed, snarling.

Esero used the same hand to reach up to her neck and roughly dragged her fingers across her soft flesh there. The canid copied and tore deep grooves into his own throat, spraying the corridor before the hold on him was gone and he fell forwards. The two other raiders looked shocked and confused, taking a step back at the display, not trying to reach out for their former crew mate. By the time the taurian's worried face glanced back the esquinine's way, her terrible gaze was already on the pirate, her eye glowing blue and furious.

In the taurian's hands was a piece of mining equipment. Placed against solid rock, it would force an explosion into the material, breaking it apart for processing. Fired like a gun, it would send shards of near molten metal fragments out in a devastating cone of violence, it's recoil was too much for any but the strongest to wield. The taurian began to raise the gun up but suddenly changed her aim. With one hand now, pointed the gun to the side and up at the third and final marauder, the ursidain.

The ursidain's eyes went wide just as the tool fired, erasing the ursidain's head in a shower of gore and liquidised meat and bone. The taurian's wrist snapped with the force of the explosion, shattering the bone and tearing muscles in one ear shattering 'boom'.

By the time the taurian had slumped to her knees, drooling and wordlessly moaning like an animal, Esero was upon her.

The esquinine merely laid a hand to the taurian's head for a moment, and to the human's shocked perspective the taurian immediately snorted, blood shooting from her nostrils before the beast collapsed backwards, eyes rolled back in a horrid display. Esero had only touched the monster for but a moment...

The rest of the pair's flight was uninterrupted as they made it to the pods, the human practically thrown in before being joined by Esero.

The pod fired and fled the doomed vessel, disappearing into the void, it's black paint and low profile making the pod near impossible to find by all but those who had the SOS beacon codes.

It was then, that Esero turned to the human, who had curled themselves into a corner as far from the esquinine as they could. Wide, fearful eyes watched her.

"I mean you no harm." She offered honestly.

"You said it was just emotions... You did that." Accused the shorter creature.

"To save us."

The human didn't respond, but the waves of distrust and need to tell someone else told Esero everything she needed to know. With a heavy heart she stood and moved toward the human. The human flinched and scrambled backwards as if they could push themselves deeper into the corner.

If she did nothing, the human would tell any and all that would listen. The races would turn on the esquinine and they in turn would defend themselves. The resulting bloodbath would be like the galaxy hadn't seen in a millennia. Esero couldn't allow that.

"No! Wait!" The human begged, hands up warding the esquinine's fingers away.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as a soft hand lay against the human's forehead, despite their best efforts to fight the larger alien off.

The human's mental barriers were stronger than those of the pirates. They had no desire to control themselves. To practise self-discipline. To guard themselves. But the human had those traits. Their mind resisted, but ultimately had no hope of winning.

Esero read through the human's mind as tears ran down the flesh of the tiny alien cheeks, they could feel what she was doing. Having found the moment that Esero dove over the table at the human, she erased the memory of everything that happened afterwards with a gentle caress across the human's forehead, as if merely wiping away condensation from a mirror. The human stopped fighting her.

Esero released her hold. The human immediately gasped and blinked, visibly confused as the esquinine's hand moved away.

"Wha- where?"

"In the life pod, are you okay?" The telepath asked, showing the genuine concern she felt.

"The explosion! What happened?!"

"Pirates. They boarded the ship and began hurting everyone. I brought you to the escape pods and we're here now."

"You saved me?"

"You're my ward little one. I'll always protect you."

"W-what about the others?"

"Some of the pods were already launched. Some will have made it out, others may not have. We won't know until the GC arrive and pick up the pods."

The human sagged and gave a heavy shuddering sigh.

"You're safe... It'll take time to process this, but you're safe now."

"Thank god you were there Esero..."

The esquinine pulled a tight smile that she didn't feel as the crushing guilt of her actions weighed heavily upon her.

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for-the-sake-of-color · 5 months ago

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Happy Day 1 of @clonexocweek ! For today we have the first meeting of Kix/Nihlus Brek

Have an Excerpt from my as of yet unreleased chapter of Blinding Devotion - The Kix/Nihlus mega-fic!

Warnings for- Lightly Medical Grossness

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The droids, and they were droids for sure, though he couldn’t identify the model, were waiting for them on the landing pad when their group exited the Twilight. Six legs and a strut to match, one of them walked up to their group. Roughly two feet shorter than Anakin, it tilted it’s processors up at him

“It’s about damn time you came,” The droid said, “You’re real Jedi then? You have the codes?”

Anakin and Ahsoka side-gazed at each other.

“Yea, we have the codes, but can you tell us what’s going on?”

“What, weren't you told?”

“What is this place, and why are we here?”

“This is the Galactic Study Archival Facility, created and overlooked by the Guardian, Nihlus Brek. Our purpose is to record-” It paused and made that strange sound before continuing. ”-everything. You are going to free him, as per the terms of Guardian Kishta Aheridan. As only a Jedi may do.”

“Why can only a Jedi let this guy out?” Ahsoka asked,

The droid made that chittering sound again, and then at a lower pitch.

“We think… it was so he could never be let go. You are here, now, but it has been over four thousand years. Guardian Aheridan set them to be impossible terms, unfillable conditions. Which they seem to have been, until now.”

“How long?” Anakin asked as Ahsoka said, “That’s got to be a glitch, right?”

“We could tell you the time to the second,” The droid turned to Ahsoka and said, “we can, later if you would like. We have watched every minute of everyday since. But, yes, roughly four thousand years has passed since the delicate document safe was sealed and the Guardian was locked in. New safety measures were placed on its opening, procedures neither we the keepers, nor the sentinels units have access to, unless certain conditions have been met. We also cannot access what the conditions are set to, and thus we cannot fulfill them ourselves”

“Do you know what called us here?” Anakin asked, “The source of the force visions?”

“The girl.” The keeper said, “It is always the girl that brings people here. It is our hope she has properly prepared you for the unlocking conditions. You will be executed otherwise. Our apologies for that, but if you cannot fulfill the necessary procedures, you will not be allowed to leave, as per the Guardians orders.”

Anakin sighed. Of course it would be like that.

“Who is this guardian, Nihlus Brek?” Ahsoka asked the droid.

“That information is restricted.”

She crossed her arms, “So you want us to let him out but you won’t tell us who he is?”

“Correct.”

“Okay, then who is the girl?” she huffed.

“That information is restricted.”

Ahsoka groaned in frustration.

“Very well,” Anakin said, like it or not, they’d come way too far not to see this through, “Let's get to it then.”

“Right this way,” The droid said as it turned, walking back towards the entrance it came out of.

When he looked back at Rex, the Captain motioned to his weapons and splayed his hand in a question. Anakin just shrugged. He had no idea why the droids were making no moves to disarm them, despite the threat of execution. Maybe they would once they got inside?

Nope.

In fact, the droid said nothing to them as it led them through the corridors. They seemed to pass vaulted room after room, lined with shelves full of data tapes and holo terminals, glowing their gentle blue.

“What kind of information is stored here?” Anakin asked, remembering Master Nu’s vision of this place, with a corridor covered in sith holocrons. He couldn’t feel anything radiating the evil she had described, but this place was huge.

“In this area of the library we hold the information on the cultures, ideas, research, and stories of the mid-millenia three post-archive lockdown of the galactic core sector.” The robot replied.

“What about information on the Jedi and Sith, where's that?”

“We have a large variety of materials pertaining to the subjects, including cultures, ideas, and stories spanning many millenia. Those are housed on a higher floor, you will most likely be allowed to visit later.”

“And the Jedi and Sith research? Holocrons maybe?”

“I’m sorry, but that area of study is restricted to personnel with express permission of the Guardians. If you would like access, you may submit an application for consideration by the guardians. Please be aware, the queue has not been updated in several thousands of years.”

“Yea, I’ll pass, Thanks” Anakin rolled his eyes.

Skywalker began to feel his troops become more on edge the further into the archive they got, and when he took a brief glance behind him he got an eyeful of what had gotten their hackles up. Fairly bulky droids, of a different design than the one that was leading them, were silently following along behind them. In fact, now that he could recognize what they were, he began to see one in every aisle of every corridor they passed, whereas before they had simply blended into the scenery. He had a suspicion that this is what the droid had meant by sentinel units. There were… a lot of them.

He tried not to let it phase him. So long as everything continued to go to plan, they shouldn’t have to start a fight. So far, so good.

And then they entered the chamber.

He had been expecting the long dark hallways, or deep cramped elevators. Anything at all to indicate the importance of the room that their objective lay in, anything like the visions had been. Instead, it was a door, like many other doors they had come across on their trip down. The droid had stopped, turned, and opened it with no warning.

It walked in, and they followed. At first the only light that could be seen was a dull glow coming from within the inner chamber, but then the overheads flickered to life, and Ahsoka gasped.

“This is it. It’s… him.”

Anakin stepped up to the glass, getting his actual first look at the guy they had been sent by the force to free. Heavily armored, he seemed human except for the glowing solid red-gold eyes fixed directly to where someone would stand to work the door controls.

“Master,” Ahsoka whispered to him.

“What?”

“Lightsabers” she pointed down to the man's belt.

Skywalker hadn’t seen them at first, book in the man's hand obscuring one, but those were for certain lightsabers. He should have figured.

“What's our luck he’s a Jedi?”

“With all the red and black? I’ll give it 30%” Anakin muttered back to her.

“Are we sure about this?”

Skywalker looked over his shoulder, “It’s not like we have much of a choice.” Several of those keeper type droids had followed them in chittering all the while, but behind them the silent and bulky sentinel type droids had one by one begun lining the room in rows, blocking their only means of escape.

They either came, and did what they had been sent to do, or risk a bloodbath of their soldiers. This was not the most live-able situation for anyone should the codes he had been given fail.

Suddenly Anakin wished he had left their troops back on the ship, for their own safety.

Kix could feel the tension headache coming on as his jaw clenched more and more with every droid that filed into the room. Skywalker looked fairly calm as usual but the Commander hadn’t bothered to mask the worry that had taken over her face. The Captain's hands had not left his blasters since Echo had pointed out the first of the fighter bots that had begun to tail them.

Some sort of Temple run by droids was just what they had needed, definitely.

He wished they had left him back on the ship. This place gave him the creeps, even without the potentially hostile death machines.

After some hushed conversation between the General and the Commander that Kix couldn’t make out, Skywalker stepped up to the control console to the center chamber.

“Here goes nothing.” The General said as the terminal activated, and he began to tap a series of symbols and numbers. Some looked vaguely familiar, for what that was worth. With every tap the bots seemed to shift and inch forwards, and Kix grip on his blaster tightened.

He knew they wouldn’t be the ones to make the first shot, but the waiting was hell. Then the door hissed open, and the man inside dropped his book, stumbling, catching himself on the table. After a second he shook his head like he was trying to clear it and turned towards them.

He heard the Commander gasp. That was not a good sign. Nor was it a good sign when the man shouted something at them in a language he couldn’t recognize. There was maybe a ‘jedi’ in there but he couldn’t be certain.

“Uhh, Hi?” The General said, waving.

The man in the chamber repeated himself, calmer this time, and he was definitely saying “something something jedi”, before he raised his arms, and both the Commanders and the Generals lightsabers went flying off their belts and into his hands, before he stepped outside of the chamber and activated them.

“Hey!” The Jedi had both exclaimed. The clones had begun to aim, before a deafening whirring and clicking sound came from every one of the sentinel droids. The Captain ordered them to lower their blasters before the droids attacked, and once they did, the whirring stopped.

The man in front of them waved the activated blades around for a second before he stated “Jedi.” followed by more words Kix couldn’t understand. Then he deactivated them, and tossed the lightsabers back to the Jedi, and began walking towards them.

“Can you understand us?” Skywalker asked. “Do you know what we’re saying?”

The man stumbled in his stride for a second, clutching his head with a hand. He looked back up at the General, and started to say something else before stopping and just shaking his head, likely a negative.

This… Guardian then turned to the droid that had led them through the temple, saying something else. The droid responded in kind to what the man was saying, and they seemed to have a back and forth, the man getting paler with each sentence. He waved his arm in their direction several times, as if to emphasize whatever he was saying. A round of chittering went around the spider bots that had also followed them in. Then it turned back to him, and said another thing they couldn't understand.

The droid that had led them in began to explain that the Guardian was having a difficult time processing the information he was being given, or... something like that. Kix had tuned it out as he watched the man swaying back and forth, absent look having taken over his face.

He trusted his gut instinct, and rushed forwards the second before the guy's knees buckled under him. Kix guided him to the ground as he began to seize, foaming at the mouth. Several of the spider bots had rushed forward and surrounded them, cutting himself and the guy off from the rest of the group. Kix paid little mind to it once he realized not a single droid was facing him, and just focused on trying to keep the man's airways clear.

One of the droids turned to him and said, “We need to take the Guardian to the medical center of this node. You are a Medical Officer? The Guardian is experiencing rapid cellular atrophy as a result of long term atomic manipulation. You will help us.”

He turned the guy on his side, and before too long the seizing began to subside, with Kix continuing to scoop foam out of his mouth so he couldn't breathe it in. The bot then stepped closer to him, placing one of its main limbs on his shoulder.

“You will accompany us.”

Looking up Kix could clearly see the sentinel droids had now formed a line past Kix and the spider bots, blocking him off even further from his group. Kriff they were going to completely separate them. No way in hells did Kix want to go anywhere alone with these things.

He highly doubted he had a choice.

“I will need my assistant, if you don’t mind.” He said with his best bluffing voice.

“Very well,” The droid replied easily enough, “which is it?”

“The one with the Republic cog on his helmet.” Jesse was going to kill him for this.

“He will be brought forth, then, now if you would…” the droid motioned to the guy on the ground.

“Yea, Fine.” Kix replied as he scooped up the Guardian.

The droids moved in a wave around him, parting and reforming again as he passed. He heard some commotion behind him as he was sure the group was reacting to what was happening but he had to just keep moving forwards, following the spider bot that had spoken to him.

He was well past the point of surviving this if he tried to turn and run, for sure. After a minute or so of walking the droids behind him parted, and Jesse came jogging up behind him.

“What the kriff is going on?” Jesse hissed at him, “What’s wrong with this guy?”

Kix looked down at the temple guardian. The guy was a mess. Sweaty, feverish, pale. The foaming had stopped not long after the seizing had stopped, but then the guy had started slowly leaking blood from his eyes. The droids hadn’t seen much concern to start running yet but he knew the clock was ticking.

Apparently in other experiments they had conducted in another chamber, they had around two hours until total cellular collapse.

Probably. Tick tock tick tock.

“Something like carbonite sickness.” Kix replied, trying to simplify things.

The droids stopped in front of the entrance to a lift, and only three of the droids followed them inside. The doors opened on the lift to reveal a pitch dark room that blazed to light as soon as they walked in.

Thank the force for helmet dampeners or Kix would probably have been blinded. In front of them lay a spotless, empty medbay. One of the droids rushed forwards and began preparing a tank on the opposite side of the room. The other two guided them to lay the man down on a cot.

The one that had been speaking to them before turned to Kix and said “We… do not have the dexterity for medical work. The Guardian will need to be unlatched and declothed for the kolto.”

“He needs to what?” Jesse exclaimed as Kix asked them, “Kolto?” before he turned to Jesse and replied “They mean we need to undress him.”

“Kolto is a much older alternative to Bacta. More efficient, far harder to produce. Largely forgotten and unneeded by the galaxy. Please disrobe the Guardian, he would prefer us not to cut the straps again.”

Jesse walked to the other side of the table to help Kix in figuring out the buckles of the guys armor. Unlatched indeed.

“He could at least take us to dinner first,” Jesse muttered under his breath as he removed the guys boots.

“I don’t think you want 4 millenia old food.” Kix murmured back with a smirk, working on the chestpiece.

The spider bots took over once they had successfully removed most of the armor to finish stripping the guy down to his unders, before hauling him over and strapping him into the tank. Jesse and Kix just sort of stood around as it filled, not sure what to do with themselves now.

“The General’s probably going to need to know what’s happening.” Jesse said finally to one of the spider bots, “Are we free to go?”

The droids chittered amongst themselves for a second before, “The Medical Officer will need to stay, but you will be led back to your group for an update if you would like, as the Guardian is no longer in critical condition.”

Jesse and Kix met eyes for a second, before Kix said, “Go, I’ll probably be fine.” Then he turned to the bot, “Are there visiting hours for this medical center?”

The droid let out a high pitched chitter before, “Yes, of course. Visiting hours will begin in five and a half galactic standard hours.”

OH. He hadn’t actually expected that to actually work, this wasn’t a real hospital after all, but hey, small blessings and all that. Or maybe the bot was just humoring him. Who knew in this kriffing place.

“Alright. See you soon. And good luck.”

“Aye sir” Kix replied dryly.

The first thing he did when he woke up was panic, as if he drowning, surrounded by a thick slurry of inescapable liquid.

He would admit it wasn’t his finest moment, but he wouldn't realize that until after he had blown open the Kolto tank, leaving him to drop to the ground nearly naked. Nihlus was just sitting there, trying to make reason of sight and sound again when he felt a pair of hands haul him up and cart him over to a cot, wrapping something soft and dry around him.

Nihlus rubbed it around his face, trying to clear away the kolto so he could see again. His thoughts were foggy at best, and he was having a hard time collecting himself.

There was a visor… a person? Trying to talk to him. It felt like the words were coming to him through water, and he couldn't make it out.

“What?”

The person took off their helmet, and tried speaking to him again. Nihlus realized after a moment of fruitlessly watching the guy's mouth move and make zero sense that the issue was the language and not himself.

Well, that was an easy enough fix.

He motioned the guy closer to him. He thought about just grabbing the guy by the head, but then he thought better of it. Too much forward movement for his stomach to handle. Nihlus held up his hand and mimed as if he were removing a glove. When the guy didn’t do anything but make a confused expression, Nihlus pointed at the guy's hand and again made the miming motion.

Well, now the look on the guy's face was just suspicious. He lifted his hand up, but then he simply mimicked the motion. Nihlus gave himself points for trying to do it the patient way, but he lost the battle in the end.

“[Just come here]” He said to the guy.

Immediately the mans back went ramrod straight and he walked forward again, leaning down so Nihlus could get skin contact. As he was having a minorly frustrating time, he just sort of slapped his palm down on the guy's forehead instead of making him remove his glove.

And then Nihlus took his understanding of… Standard galactic basic? Had Basic really changed that much that it might as well have been an entirely new language? Nihlus let the guy (a republic soldier?), go and squeezed his eyes shut.

He hated integrating knowledge into his own mind, it felt like a sustained urge to sneeze that was near immobilizing. After a minute, the feeling settled and he could open his eyes again.

“You’re a Sith? {danger, danger, get out now, run}” the republic soldier asked, from halfway across the room where he had lept the second Nihlus had released him.

He felt a wave of disgust travel through the man. Well that was unpleasant. But whatever. He had bigger worries now. Like the Jedi roaming around his archive. Or the amount of time that the droids had said had passed.

Actually, maybe not that one. He felt like he would start uncontrollably screaming if he thought about that one too much.

“I’m probably not going to kill you.” Nihlus stated, rubbing his eyes, “Where are my clothes?”

“He’s definitely a sith, but at least he can speak basic now, ” was the first thing the medic, Kix, had said after finally returning from the medical center.

He had been dismissed not long after Nihlus Brek had woken up, services no longer needed. Ahsoka watched him walk back to the rest of his squad after he concluded his report. He had seemed a little shaken, but she would imagine suddenly having your mind taken over does that to a person.

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itsgirlcraft · 7 months ago

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Oh my god I just realized I've never posted my star-rat!!!! Lil buddy!!

Axeghjorgef okay I know it's nowhere as good as Merf's awesome plushies, but it was my first try and I'm really proud of it!! :D

The fabric is superrrrr thin and scraggly so it was really awkward to work with, plus I think I put this together in like two days? So I literally just. Did a thing

So!! This is actually a concept that suddenly popped into my head one morning for an au!! I started thinking about my "Humanoid monster in College" au (lorge shapeshifter/bird creature™ Sabre, basically) and thought of a cool world building detail for the Steve Realm!

These little guys are called star-rats, which are made from stardust. When fallen stars get buried in the ground without being disturbed, they start decomposing into stardust. This stardust can then form star-rat nests, which shift in color as they grow older/grow in number, shifting from purple/blue into yellow/white.

The domestic variants can be absolutely gigantic, like an elephant, and are rideable and trainable. Wild variants like to chew on Redstone components, but are especially drawn to Steve energy-based machinery and portals. Ancient temples, machines, etc., often break down from these pests getting to the energy generators and backup power.

In the au, it takes place on earth, and primarily is just a college au. But the Guardian had come there through one of these ancient portals, and it ruptured, leaving him trapped. Galaxy Steve is capable of overriding these energy faults, and just capable of opening portals in general. So, after it's revealed Guardian is from the Steve Realm too, the gang goes to fix this portal and generally have a good time after chaos erupted during a party.

However, some partygoers are nearby, and so the squas goes through the portal, except Sabre starts unexpectedly transforming. Meanwhile, one of the partygoers falls through the portal before Galaxy can lock it. Galaxy doesn't trust the star-rats' shenanigans haven't broken something serious, so he doesn't reopen the portal and goes to investigate.

While these star-rats are indeed native to Galaxy's dimension, they're generally considered an invasive species in the overworld. They're especially prolific in ruins of powerful locations and battles, often eating away at messy balls of material, broken artifacts, and enchanted books. They glow, which makes them easy targets for exterminators and predators alike.

But their galactic origins lets them float and disperse into twinkling stars slightly, and rematerialize nearby. They can be coaxed out easier when it's night, they always follow the stars for navigation. Fake night skies can be used to get them into cages calmly. They're cute, but can nibble at a Steve's own energy core if desperate, and can be vicious in groups of 40 or more. The biggest groups are in the hundreds, but usually the individuals are quite tiny in stature.

Adegtdqhhm wowwww talk about rambling lol-

#favremysabre #my post #humanoid monster in college au #favremysabre au #steve saga #the steve saga #galaxy steve #star-rats #:3

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eatuniverse · 2 months ago

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EATUNIVERSE ᯓ★ SUPERHERO DR.

CONTENTS OF THIS POST : about the brigade . about savantism . about the fey . & about global tensions and political conflict.

the sparkling rodeo clown and the valiant toy soldier. the dynamic partnership has been a staple in US propaganda since their debut in the 2030s: heroes, depicted in action figures, emblazoned on postage stamps, pasted beside uncle Sam, holding super soakers on Toys R Us signs, posed as if to say: "we are weapons. and we symbolize the murder of millions at the hands of the American military."

Dean Bolton (the Wrangler) & Tom Duerst (the Warden) have a long and complicated history as colleagues. the Wrangler grew up on a native reservation in northern Texas, a decentralist and a rodeo clown, while the Warden, the byproduct of an incident between General Duerst Sr, and the recovered corpse of a grey alien, was raised up like a lab experiment to be a super soldier.

before they were the (only surviving) stars of the reality TV show that became of the Great Galactic War, they were coworkers. they carried out a couple operations alongside one another in the special services, under the Initiative for Savant Operations-- still ISO -- on Earth. when Irosq, the Phoniyte warship, descended on the Earthfleet in ‘36, seven savants were deployed into space as crew leaders, the Wrangler and Warden being two of them. the only two to return. the only two humans, so far known, to have entered a grey spacecraft.

Bolton and Duerst are both very intelligent and capable. both have strong senses of justice and strict codes of moral righteousness. the Warden is intensely patriotic. he's forced to reckon with the difference between his idea of America and the reality of what America actually is: an imperialist oligarchy. the Wrangler is a human firecracker. he's dangerously charming, he possesses a magnetic influence over people, and he doesn’t often know how to control his impulses. each are stubborn, but they’re good men.

NOTNORMIE. . .

these groups have always existed. . . until now only in the periphery of humanity.

SAVANTISM: the history & the culture

a savant is a human possessing a particular genetic mutation that allows them to manipulate energy. the trait manifests differently between individuals, though generally categorized into four classifications, (of which there is often overlap. traits specific to one category displaying within individuals who primarily fall into one ): channellers, transmutators nullifiers, and generators.

the mutation is present more people than scientists initially recognize. it evolved among a certain percentage of the population as far back as the great rift valley; savants being the designated protectors and guardians of human civilization since the dawn of time. we've always known they've been there. because they've always been there.

most savants aren't raw energetics, there are degrees of complexity and power within the physiological divergency. examples include: professional athletes, whose uncanny strength and skill relies on them standing under the fluorescent locker room lights to "charge". or skilled surgeons who may have enhanced sight or uncanny control of the fine musculature in their hands. etc.

superheroism is vigilantism. it is highly illegal. there are currently (as of 2076) no government moderated or legally regulated organizations to fill the niche. no Avengers to save humanity from the next alien invasion, only tanks and machine guns. because that shit is really hard to get positive public reception on. sure, it's fine when it's extensively trained strength-based conductors or sharpshooters, but no one wants to put their lives in the hands of a random group of civilian telekinetics. that is literally putting high school football captains on the front lines. terrifying. and in addition to necessitating copious amounts of government spending, money & coordination that no nation on earth currently possesses: heroes would need media training. standardized wages. unions. and the US in particular is way too disorganized for any of that right now.

that being said, who is going to stop us? crime rates are at an all-time high under the shattered systems of the post-war government, and now that it's been unveiled that these savants exist, they are everywhere, both fighting and perpetuating the crime. a cracked out pyrokinetic is, after all, a pyrokinetic. and if he's out lighting everything in his sight on fire, you need more than just the local small-town police to take him down.

read more about the fey here

Threat & Conflict

"DOG-FIGHTING" is an industry founded on underground fighting rings, where savants are pitted against genetically or robotically enhanced animals or other savants. these are highly illegal. and incredibly immoral. but persist under the weakening systems of the corrupt and fragmented post-war governments worldwide.

america was very different following the great war. nuclear bombing of the east and west coast urged immigration to the center of the country. Santa Lidia is a metropolis, a hub of influence erected in Texas, both a physical and cultural center of the nation.

TIBERIUS BAAS ceo and founder of TiberCorp. operates the largest collection of servers on the globe: systems used by the American government to store loads of data. the large private company sponsors most smaller organizations in the city (sports, etc), operating and controlling the city’s technological, as well as physical, infrastructure.

suspicion is prevalent among certain internet communities, slivers of supposed evidence that link the big company directly to the supply and organization of dogfighting. however, since there truly is so much security involved it’s incredibly difficult to gain concrete evidence. the real happenings within the company are weird. sketchy.

so basically, hi if you committed and read all the way down here lmao. this started of as a better cr and slowly got freaking epicker and epicker. so.

you'll see a lot of this all over my page. stick around if you want.

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talonabraxas · 2 years ago

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Solstice Solar System Stargate. Dec21-22. Talon Abraxas

Between us here in our solar system and Milky Way centre lies the Sagittarius Cloud, a group of stars including the cluster M24, the Urantia Book locates M24 in their cosmology as the HQ of our pizza slice of the galaxy where Seraphim Angels aid the transfer of Souls to star systems.

Pre-Founder Galactic Centre StarSeeding energetic templates from Central Sun, came to fruition in Lyra.

Galactic Centre Administration - Inhabits the centre of a galaxy and are those Elders termed Masters and Celestial Beings. These Elders travel between galaxies and help where necessary and have the capability to influence and direct Source plan for continued evolution.

ET groups like the Galactic Federation (real one), Guardian Alliances etc come under their wing.

Wingmakers claim that by tuning into our GC we 'enter the galactic centre tributary zone', thereby gaining access to what they termed 'encoded sensory data streams', inspiring new forms of creativity, in the arts, sciences, social sciences, and more.

While the Galactic Feds and Guardian Alliance groups focus more on a 'rescue mission'.

Numerous groups of out-of-body explorers have transported themselves to our GC, including the Monroe Institute, their 'STARLINES program' focuses on establishing and strengthening the link between Earth and the Galactic Core.

Back in the 1500s our earth aligned the GC on Dec 14th, Nostradamus's birthdate.

144 years ago the alignment was on the 16th, Alice Bailey's birthdate

Around 2222 the alignment from our Earth thru our Sun to GC will take place exactly at the Solstice.

We've been providing evidence, for decades, that the, local to earth Solstice, takes place at the point where the solar ecliptic intersects the galactic equator *at the all-important Stargate Portal angle of 60deg, the conic angle of a golden ratio spiral.

--Grayham Forscutt

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mmeskywalker · 1 year ago

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|| anakin wattpad story

warnings: no warnings, just hear me out PLEASE !!

if i were to create a wattpad story where the guardians of the galaxy world and the star wars world collided… would anyone be interested in that?

the main character could be peter quills daughter. due to peter needing a place to hide, the main character ended up living on tatooine for the first few years of her life. peter had been friends with shmi for some time now and she agreed to letting peter and his daughter stay at her home until they found a better living situation. there, the main character met anakin. they were childhood best friends. they remained attached to the hip until she watched qui-gon save anakin from slavery and become what he was destined to become; a jedi.

after anakin left, it wasn’t long before peter got caught stealing again. the main character was angry. she was angry at her father for being so reckless. shmi was all she had left of anakin. these were the same shitty mistakes he had made back on earth before she was born, the same shitty mistakes he continues to make that gets him chased out of all planets.

she just wants a normal life. that is until she starts following in his footsteps.

along the way of their chase out, peter and the main character made some friends: gamora, drax, groot, and rocket. of course, their meeting wouldn’t occur in the story, but in the past.

together, they would steal for the sith of the galaxy (or whoever paid well…) this was their first time stealing for general grevious. general grevious had an obsession with lightsabers, he wanted jedi dead and lightsabers to prove it hung on his wall. but he couldn’t do that by himself. so, he hired the thugs he had heard about who’ve been making a name for themselves around the galaxy.

this is where the first chapter would begin.

they were camping out in the outer rim regions. they heard a jedi had been scoping the area, senseful of their arrival. the group didn’t realize killing jedi was so difficult. they were only able to salvage two lightsabers, and it wasn’t because they killed a jedi, it was because the main character had a light saber. actually, the two she had, she made with anakin a long, long time ago on tatooine.

she previously found it stacked away in her closet, burried behind photoalbums of her and anakin as children. she didn’t want that reminder, so she grabbed it and stuck it on the table. “two down, eight to go.” she said as if it didn’t pain her.

they awoke that night to a noise coming from outside the ‘safety’ of their ship. sand people were coming to raid them. they were putting up a fight as the sand people came, one by millions, to their doorstep.

a sand person came up to the main girl, and she was frightened because there were too many of them to fight off. she was surrounded and the rest of her family were occupied with kicking their own piece of sandman ass. in a fit of rage, she reached her hand out, and the sand people began to hover off of the ground; until the forcefully fell with a thud.

she knew she was connected with the force, but she wasn’t connected with the force. she never practiced it. she couldn’t have been that powerful. so when drax accused her of using her quote, unquote, ‘jedi shit’ , she violently shuck her head no.

the force reckoned with began to mess with the family, having them all confused and ready to attack before it came out of hiding. it was the jedi they had been looking for. this jedi is going to be one of my own ocs.

the jedi was sent to achieve them, but not in the way they were all expecting. she didn’t want to send them to jail… rather she didn’t want to send the main girl to jail, she had business that needed to be attended with elsewhere.

the main character was needed back on coruscant, because if she couldn’t get her head out of her ass and stop working for these idiotic sith lords, she, and the rest of the galactic republic, would end up dead.

i was thinking this could be a romance between an oc and anakin skywalker, and the main character would have to (forcefully) become obi-wans padawan.

this is going to occur during episode two, except i want to create my own plotline for the story.

let me know what you think !!! 💗

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emilija04acer · 1 year ago

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Cartoons and Anime from My Childhood (part 1)

Born in 2004 in Serbia, I cherish the memories of a time when cable TV was a luxury that only became available to us when I was about 12 years old. Most of my cherished shows were watched at my grandma’s place. Let’s take a stroll down memory lane with this list!

This is part one; I'm not certain how many I will create, but I'll begin with some that have significantly influenced me. They are listed alphabetically, and most are anime.

(I included a short description of each show)

Of course please share your favorite cartoons!

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“Angel Friends”: Angels-in-training, Guardian Angels and Demons. First Angel x Demon ship that I sailed.

“Angelina Ballerina”: A dancing mouse with big dreams and a passion for ballet.

“Atomic Betty”: Intergalactic adventures with Betty, the space-faring superhero.

“Avatar: The Last Airbender”: “Water. Earth. Fire. Air.” A beautifully crafted world, elemental bending, and Aang’s quest to restore balance—this 2D gem blended adventure, humor, and wisdom.

“Barbie Movies”: Every Barbie movie—magical adventures from princesses to explorers.

“The Secret World of Benjamin Bear" Heartwarming adventures with this lovable stuffed bear.

“Bibi Blocksberg”: A young witch named Bibi and her magical escapades. Also Bibi and Tina.

“Bratz Movies”: Fashion-forward Bratz dolls navigating high school and friendship. That one with Paris traumatised me. ( the bone ageing thing)

“Captain Keroro” (Sgt. Frog): Frog-like alien invaders attempting to conquer Earth.

“Code Lyoko”: Virtual reality, secret codes, and a group of students fighting digital threats.

“DelTora Quest”: Lief, Barda, and Jasmine’s quest to restore the seven gems of the Belt of Deltora. (Barda was one of my first fictional crushes guys… 😭 don’t ask)

“Digimon”: Digital monsters, DigiDestined, and epic battles in the Digital World.

“Dragon Ball Z”: “Kamehameha!” The battles between Goku and his formidable foes kept us on the edge of our seats. The iconic transformations, energy blasts, and the quest for Dragon Balls fueled our imaginations.

“Galactic Football”: Futuristic football matches in outer space—goals, teamwork, and cosmic challenges!

“Holly Hobbie and friends”: The adventures of Holly Hobbie, a creative and kind-hearted girl.

“Mermaid Melody”: The enchanting story of mermaid princesses who use their voices to save the ocean. (Other first crush…)

“Mia and Me”: A girl named Mia discovering a magical world with unicorns and elves.

“My Little Pony (MLP)”: Friendship is magic in Equestria with Twilight Sparkle and her pony pals.

“Naruto”: Believe it! Naruto’s ninja journey, friendships, and determination. Who didn’t watch this?

“Nodi”: The little blue train Noddy and his friends in Toyland. (This and Strawberry Shortcake where my everything at like 6)

“Pokémon”: “Gotta catch 'em all!” Ash Ketchum’s Pokémon journey, Pikachu’s thunderbolts, and Team Rocket’s antics—this show captured our hearts. The Pokémon theme song is forever etched in our minds.

“Postman Pat” (Postman Pete): Delivering mail in the charming village of Greendale.

“Sailor Moon” (Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon): “Moon Prism Power, Make Up!” Magical girls, cosmic battles, and the power of friendship—And of course censorship!

“Strawberry Shortcake (2003)”: The sweet adventures of Strawberry Shortcake and her berry friends in the magical land of Strawberryland. (Logorovanje/ camping episode was my fav

“Tokyo Mew Mew”: Magical girls with animal DNA fighting to protect Earth from alien invaders. (Ren can get it)

And of course as I lived in Vojvodina, “Hungarian Folktales”

Here are some links... Sadly I couldn't include the images that I wanted...

Strawberry Shortcake (2004): Wikipedia, IMDb, MoviefoneWonderful Galaxy of Oz: Wikipedia, IMDb, Oz Wiki

Mermaid Melody: Wikipedia, IMDb, Trakt

Tokyo Mew Mew: IMDb, Wikipedia, IMDb for New Series

Galactic Football: IMDb, Wikipedia, SideReel

Sailor Moon: Wikipedia, IMDb, JustWatch

Winx Club: IMDb, Wikipedia, Netflix

W.I.T.C.H.: Wikipedia

As you see I had great taste! Please share yours!

If you are from Serbia... Do you remember ULTRA?! Half of my nostalgia comes from the ads that were on that channel!

youtube

Do you remember this people!?

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yourneighborhoodporg · 2 years ago

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The Guardian

Chapter 4: Arrival (Part 1)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: mention of slavery, mention of character deaths, reference to life-threatening danger, sleep deprivation, sorrow, angst, stern Mace, fluff, banter, some reader/Anakin bonding :) and worried Obi :(

Summary: The days leading up to your arrival have been cumbersome for both you and Anakin— the two of you struggle together with these life-altering changes thrust in front of you by the Galaxy. As the group reaches Coruscant, new revelations are made that further urge Obi-Wan to meet with The Council as soon as possible: to discuss your discovery, and its consequences.

Song Inspo: Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up) — Florence + The Machine

Words: 6.1K

A/n: Ahhhh!! You all are so lovely. Hope you like this chapter. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts in the comments (and message if you'd like to be on the taglist!)

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Series Masterlist

Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action — Ralph Ellison

“A war…”

Anakin’s hand loosely tilted a throttle lever to the right as the shuttle approached Coruscant only a few thousand kilometers away. Its spherical body crept into the viewport like a loth-cat poised for attack while your voice filled the cabin.

The peaceful lull of space gave the young Jedi a moment to glance back at the conversation taking place. He looked beyond Ahsoka, who was cozied up in the shuttle seat directly behind him, legs thrown over an armrest and a Datapad resting comfortably against her knees. As she typed away, you sat beside her quizzically, eyes fixed in an aimless direction with a cheek resting gently on your fingertips in thought.

You’d inquired twelve hours into the trip about galactic events that occurred during your last ten years of total isolation, and it took the remaining two days for Obi-Wan to provide you with a very abbreviated version. The wise Jedi spent much time on The Order’s growth throughout the years and various blips in the peace, like the Invasion of Naboo. Only in the last few hours did he arrive at the topic of the Separatist war. Your shock at being for so long completely unaware of the galactic battles taking place was palpable.

Anakin delved deeper into his memories of the last few days in this cramped, rickety shuttle as it traversed from the Outer Ring across the galaxy. Specifically, those late nights in which he chose to keep the ship off autopilot and fly it manually, long after Master Kenobi and Ahsoka had fallen asleep in the back.

In the dimmed lighting, his mind still rushed with questions about your discovery. He had anxiety about what your sudden appearance in his life meant, and frustrations from not being informed of your existence. So Anakin decided it would be easier to manipulate the bird’s mechanisms himself. To keep his mind from wandering too far into further misgivings.

On both such quiet evenings, he recalled your restlessness. You shuffled aimlessly in the rear cabin, from your back to your side, and after a few seconds, to your stomach with a defeated plonk. Eventually, after many noisy readjustments, he’d hear an exasperated sigh before you’d roll over and rise to your feet. He’d sense you quietly sneak up behind the co-pilot’s seat and, each night, you’d unceremoniously plop down beside him, leaning back with arms crossed and staring out the viewport as if it was just the lullaby you’d needed.

He’d peer at you, noticing your subtly sunk in eyes, before once again making the same comment.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah.”

And after a few drawn-out moments filled with only the silent hum of the shuttle’s engines, he’d ask a question. Nothing grandeur or serious. Just anything to lead to a conversation. To pass the time.

“Have you ever thought about where you’d want to visit? After leaving Hoth?” He spoke lowly.

And your head cocked with an imaginative gaze stuck ahead before answering with a small smile.

“I’ve always wanted to play grav-ball, and I’ve heard Nubia has some of the best teams. So probably there.”

Anakin nodded approvingly. “Coruscant has them too.”

And your smile widened as you twisted toward him. “Really?”

Then your interest was piqued. And you’d continue the conversation or make some completely unrelated, lighthearted query. Either way, the two of you would talk for hours during those calm nights in the old, decrepit shuttle.

It was during these late-night talks, that Anakin had the chance to uncover more of who you were. He brushed away at your sentiments, uncovering your interests like hidden gems while simultaneously sharing his own. The both of you seemed to have a great deal in common.

And that helped ease his mind.

Anakin turned back to the controls to prepare the shuttle for approach as it neared the planet’s gravitational pull, shutting off the main ion drives.

“And the Jedi as Generals? Controlling an army of clones?”

He watched as you shook your head and sighed, pressing your lips together as if mourning a memory.

“I always thought The Order was built to preserve peace in the Galaxy. Qui-Gon always made that clear. The Jedi were protectors, not stokers of conflict.”

“The Jedi have always been and will prevail as keepers of the peace.” Obi-Wan clarified.

His stance held firm behind the co-pilots seats, leaning against it with arms crossed as he analyzed your reactions carefully.

“We act in this war to do just that. The cohesiveness and strength of The Republic would be destroyed if The Separatist Alliance remained. You know as well as most from your studies that an existence like The Old Republic would act as an open cut to agents of the Dark Side.”

Anakin noticed as your eyes misted over in a dazed fashion.

“Forces like Maul…” You murmured.

Exhaling soberly, Anakin digested your solemn expression. Watching your mind struggle to process this newfound mountain of information was bringing back his own troubling memories from his youth. He never was the strongest enthusiast for change, and some of the most extreme adjustments he’d made involved similar exposure to newly dire circumstances. Whether that be learning he’d be hungry for another day, or of some plan to sell him off to another slave owner like cheap merchandise.

As a boy, he found himself best distracted from these circumstances by a new tinkering project, or by those rare moments of frivolity in such tumultuous times.

Yet here he was, already focusing his mind on fiddling with the outdated shuttle in front of him as he had done for the past few days. An expression of levity seemed to be the next logical step, he thought.

“Well, remember?” He grinned at you lightheartedly. “You don’t need to worry about him anymore. Master Kenobi put him in his place.”

Anakin observed as the corner of your mouth twitched upwards, stirring his own to take a wider stance. The momentary lift in your spirits was short-lived, although, as your lost eyes lifted from the floor, disoriented by your mind.

“It’s almost poetic.” You mused, a rueful chuckle falling from your lips. “The very beings my Master protected me from destroyed him in the end.”

Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan who stroked his beard inquisitively as he mulled over your words in profound concentration. His narrowed gaze briefly met Anakin’s as if searching his irises for an answer to some distant, dubious puzzle.

The former Padawan raised a brow at his Master’s countenance, silently asking what he did to warrant such an expression. Then, Obi-Wan’s lips abruptly parted in realization as he spun back toward you. Anakin took that as his cue to refocus his energy on the rapidly approaching planet whose gravitational field pulled them forward, marking the bird at only a hundred kilometers away.

“Qui-Gon did protect you…” Obi-Wan suspired earnestly as if hearing his own words for the very first time.

He gesticulated with a hand. “His final moments, his face, is forever etched into my mind.”

Kenobi’s sentence broke off. The pensive Jedi opened and closed his mouth a few times while he formulated his thoughts, as if questioning the significance of each word.

“In the thousands of times I’ve gone over his death, I was always taken by the complete peace, the confidence, with which he entered The Force.”

He paused once more, lips tugged upward and eyes glossed in wonder.

“It was because of you.”

Anakin spun fully around, facing the two of you as Obi-Wan dotted that final claim. He noticed your head shoot up at them from its lulled position.

“What do you mean?” You inquired, your eyes adrift in a sea of perceptible perturbation.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Anakin piped up bewildered.

He prayed to the Maker that his former Master wasn’t in any way implying that you had anything to do with his Qui-Gon’s death.

Yet Obi-Wan was undeterred by the assortment of sentiments swirling around him.

“When he first discovered that Maul was a Sith.” He began excitedly. “He must have realized the threat to you. Yes, he was protecting you from the Sith for most of your life, but The Order hadn’t encountered them for a thousand years. And yet, he appeared before Qui-Gon on Tatooine, and then…Naboo.”

Obi-Wan exhaled, letting his arms fall to each side as you leaned forward, watching him intently with hands now clasped firmly beneath your jaw.

Anakin could tell that your silver stare intimated even his former Master. He watched as the Master Negotiator not so subtly eyed the hull’s roof to escape your gaze.

“It is possible, that tracking you down was part of Maul’s mission. He may have discovered your connection to Qui-Gon.”

Kenobi sighed, stroking his chin. “Our former Master likely came to the same conclusion.”

Anakin saw as Obi-Wan’s eyes fell to connect intensely with yours, a smile lingered on the bearded Jedi’s features as his eyes creased in tranquility.

“You should find solace in the fact that you made his final moments most comforting. His death ensured that the Sith would never discover your whereabouts. I’m sure that gave him peace.”

For the first time today, Anakin registered a twinkle in your radiantly silver eyes as you silently thanked the older Jedi with a lift in your cheeks, leaning back into your seat comfortably.

The Chosen One glanced between the two of you as the gaze held. He knew Qui-Gon’s death weighed heavily on Kenobi’s soul. It strongly influenced his choices on the battlefield, and stuck to him like Chewstim during meditation sessions. Yet Anakin rarely heard Obi-Wan discuss the experience. Let alone with serenity blooming from his features like a Tarisian rose that had just escaped a long, winter hibernation.

Your mutual connection to Qui-Gon seemed to help heal these old wounds, and Anakin was grateful for that.

“Enough with the sappiness, Master,” Anakin exclaimed with a lively lilt, breaking the tension as he spun back toward the shuttle’s controls.

Obi-Wan shot Anakin an annoyed look. The teasing Jedi pushed a throttle lever down before programming the shuttle for atmospheric reentry on the left control set.

“I think Silvey would much rather take in our arrival.”

Anakin didn’t need to reach into the force to sense your amused brow’s rapid surge upwards. Obi-Wan stepped around the co-pilot’s seat, shaking his head in surrender as he settled into the chair, smoothing out his robe on either side.

“You sure know how to ruin a moment, Sky-Guy.” Ahsoka pipped up.

Her gaze remained fixed on the Datapad. Yet her comment only amplified his mischievousness.

“Silvey?” Anakin heard you question with feigned indignation as he entered the final commands into the shuttle interface, engaging the secondary thrusters.

The spirited Jedi snatched the navigational lever, pushing it down to lead the craft into Coruscant’s exosphere before glancing over his shoulder at your postured displeasure. He smirked as your eyes met, forcing a dampened smile to surface on your own countenance.

“Hey, don’t blame me! I could spot your silver eyes from a million parsecs away. It’s only fitting.” He defended.

Then, a particularly tantalizing observation entered his thoughts.

“Would you prefer Shorty?”

You chucked darkly, squinting at The Chosen One with a challenging glare as he brought the shuttle’s nose into a deeper dive.

Your lips pursed upwards. “If looks could kill, Anakin. If looks could kill…”

The pilot beamed at your playful remark. “Well, at least take a break from stabbing me with those freakishly sparkly things.” He quipped, waving you away. “You’re missing the view.”

Out of the corner of his focused stare, Anakin observed your head rise. You were immediately taken by Coruscant’s giant mass, a faded blue and gray planet with billions of lights forming golden circles that were interconnected like a geometric map. Your mouth loosened in astonishment with each glossy orb stuck to the viewport. He noticed you lean forward, as if pulled by some unknown force, resting your elbows on each knee with your chin fitted on clasped hands.

Satiated by your raised spirits, Anakin refocused on the throttle, pushing it down further to bring the shuttle into Coruscant’s baby blue troposphere. The ship began to quiver as the hull took the brunt of the friction.

For a few turbulent seconds, his vision was blocked by the vast array of rounded, white clouds. The cabin’s heat intensified as the edges of the viewport started to burn a fiery red.

But soon, the shuttle broke through the white veil’s final wisps, displaying the towering cityscape, which rolled like jagged hills and consumed the viewport. The sun was beginning its final crawl to dusk, filling the sky with a deep orange fire whose smoke billowed into dark blues and purples. The streams of light illuminated the busy skylanes, resembling the endless march of Endorian ant colonies. They brought life to Coruscant’s still landmarks.

“It’s beautiful.”

Anakin covertly peaked at you, registering the astonishment plastered on your face. He assumed for a being that’s only known endless snow banks and harsh winters all their life, that this experience would be terribly intimidating, terrifying even.

He thought back briefly to ten years prior. When he first came to Coruscant, he was petrified. Scared of this new environment. Of this added drastic change to his life.

But he was mostly afraid for his mother. For her fate back on Tatooine. Under Watto’s thumb, only to be bought by Lars, and then…

It permeated his being. Haunted him for years. Pulled at his heart with the constant mass of a planet, swinging like a pendulum with each reminder, each ache. And, still, he carries it with him today. But now, with a deeper anger. A stronger guilt.

But you seemed to take it all in with grace.

And Anakin admired that.

The Temple swiftly grew into view as the shuttle descended. The heat surrounding the hull began to recede. Anakin rolled the lever, bringing the shuttle in for a curved landing. He aligned the ship with one of the protruding hangars, the whole of which he believed resembled an upside-down lollipop. At least when he was a youngling.

After thumbing a few buttons on the control panel to release the landing gear, Anakin pressed the lever down, encouraging the craft to speed to the circular platform nose first. He turned the throttle once more to the right, slowing the ship by aligning its door with the hangar entrance, allowing for a slow, final descent.

The ship jostled slightly as it met the landing pad, signaling Anakin to begin a systems-wide power down, staring at the main control panel.

Another happy landing.

As he flicked off the last switch to power down the engines, Anakin felt an audible rumble from within, compelling him to focus on the sudden ache in his stomach.

It had been a while since he had a good meal with the back-to-back missions and low stock of ration bars. Not that he ever considered that bantha fodder food.

Usually after a long away mission, he would grab a speeder from The Temple and take a quick trip to the Senate Building. He’d roam the halls nonchalantly, chest puffed to signal an air of importance, like he had a very official reason to be there. Then, he would ‘aimlessly’ stroll to Padmé’s office.

Once he arrived with a covert knock at the door, Padmé would welcome him inside with a warmhearted smile. He would then spend some time resting on one of her guest seats meant for senatorial colleagues, attempting to entertain himself with the mechanisms of his saber’s hilt. But it wasn’t long until he began to distract Padmé from her work, eventually convincing her to call it an early night. The two of them would grab a meal in her spacious Coruscanti apartment that overlooked The Temple from a few miles away. But he was never intrigued by that view. His eyes remained fixed on her.

Yet despite all this daydreaming, Skywalker knew his wife was still on Naboo, managing the consequences of donating a vast array of medical supplies to another planet. Her responsibilities on her home world exponentially swelled in the last few months, so he wasn’t entirely sure when he’d next see her.

No one knew when they’d see each other next during wartime. Or if they would ever meet again.

If these musings indicated anything, it was that Anakin eagerly hoped to spend some downtime with the people he was closest to. No war planning. No cargo transports. No battle charges. Just a nice meal and entertaining conversation. And he knew just who he wanted to spend that time with.

Anakin stood, stretching his arms into a spin just in time to witness the very person he hoped to talk to swing her legs back over the seat they were sprawled out on before jumping up and charging for the door.

“What’s got you in such a rush?” He called after Ahsoka as she jostled the shuttle door open.

The orange light of the setting sun invaded the ship with a jolt, casting large shadows on the scattered groups of hangar workers, the closest of which approached the ship to take it off Anakin’s hands once the final three passengers exited.

She leaped out, landing delicately on the tips of her toes before turning into a backward jog.

“If I don’t finish this physics paper by midnight, Master Plo Koon is gonna kill me!” She yelled, shaking her datapad in the air. “Catch you later!”

Anakin’s gaze followed her sprinting form down the hangar’s walkway until she disappeared into the inner bay behind a small cruiser.

“Ok.” Anakin huffed before facing the two remaining Jedi with a grin. “At least the three of us can grab dinner.”

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

“I’m afraid the two of you will have to enjoy without me,” Obi-Wan admitted as he glanced at Anakin. “The Council likely planned an emergency meeting concerning the recall of the Jedi from the front lines. I need to check in immediately.”

Anakin’s smile faltered. He inwardly groaned at Kenobi’s resolute dedication to rules and regulations. He was sure The Council could have waited half an hour, but Anakin knew Obi-Wan’s mind was set.

Obi-Wan twisted on his heels to face you. “I will also inform them about you.”

“Shouldn’t I be there then?” You questioned.

All hope of eating with one of his traveling companions drained from Anakin’s spirit. Maybe he could meet with one of them later instead, he thought. He supposed he could put off food for a bit, perhaps continue on that pilot droid project he hadn’t had a chance to work on for a while. But then he’d probably need to take a quick trip to Level 1782. Last time Anakin checked, he was low on spare parts.

“No,” Obi-Wan claimed.

Skywalker’s ears perked at that.

“That will not be necessary. They will likely need to confer without your presence for now.”

You silently agreed as Anakin internally sighed in relief.

Obi-Wan nodded to the both of you before turning to the hangar walkway, hurriedly traipsing toward his exit.

Anakin took a more leisurely pace in the same direction as you followed behind. An uncomfortable silence took hold as he guided the both of you into the inner hangar. The bustling noise of your surroundings amplified the awkwardness as the two of you closed in on the larger groups of hangar workers, barking out loud commands and using various tools, like sonorously whirring drills, to update or fix the conglomerate of crafts that idly scattered the zone.

Anakin felt his nose begin to tickle, perhaps from distant smoke. But he was too worried that it may prolong the uncomfortably fresh turf between the two of you if he tried to scratch it.

“So…” You spoke somewhat unsure of yourself. “What is there to do that’s fun around here?”

Anakin’s whole body froze, stopping dead in his tracks from eager surprise as if he were caught in a carbon-freezing chamber. He spun toward you, immediately seizing your shoulders with a steady clasp.

“What did you say?” He asked intently, excitement radiating up his spine and diffusing to his fingertips.

He observed your figure stiffen slightly at his agile animation. You raised a questioning brow as you opened your mouth with a hesitant pause, seemingly unsure if you should ask again.

“Do Jedi raised in The Order…not do anything….leisurely?”

The confident Jedi chuckled coolly while throwing an arm around your shoulder as you both exited the hanger into The Temple, pivoting to stroll down the hall opposite from Obi-Wan’s trail.

“I think we are going to get along very well, Silvey.” He hummed self-assuredly.

You rolled your eyes. “Not if you keep calling me that.”

“I promise you, you’re not gonna mind that nickname after I show you one of the most leisurely activities on all of Coruscant.” He assured.

You glanced at Anakin with lifted features. “But I thought you were hungry.” You teased

Anakin scoffed. “Food can wait. Now, tell me, Silvey.” Anakin dreamed as he patted your shoulder. “Did Qui-Gonn ever tell you about the Wicko District?”

—

General Kenobi maintained his nimble gait down the primary walkway to the High Council Chamber. His robes billowed as he passed an abundance of lounging Jedi, some conversing to the sides or keeping a moderate pace as they made their way to an unknown destination on either side of him.

Soon into his journey, Obi-Wan crossed paths with his old mentor Master Cin Drallig, followed by a group of twelve rowdy younglings whose voices bounced off the temple walls. Maybe they were asking questions, or telling a story, but the bearded Jedi couldn’t tell. Each utterance overlapped like a cacophony of crashing speeders.

Yet almost immediately, they noticed his presence, twirling away from each other to respectfully greet one of their long-held role models.

“Hello, Master!”

“Hello, younglings.” General Kenobi smiled.

He looked back to Master Dralli, catching his tired, yet fulfilled stare. They each exchanged a dutiful, yet brisk nod before continuing on their respective paths.

Obi-Wan always felt dwarfed by the massive olive-gray pillars that buttressed The Temple’s lofty ceilings. As a youngling, the golden archways seemed to stretch out endlessly in each direction, giving the effect of an infinite mirror when he passed under them. When he aged, however, Obi-Wan learned to better understand the structure’s finite nature, yet he was still taken by its capacious essence. Each hall resembled a palace built thousands of years ago by Mandallian Giants, specifically constructed for their wide gates and broad shoulders. And it would coax his imagination into its unyielding grasp.

He remembers spending too much time simply sitting crossed in these halls during his youth. The youngling would rest his eyelids to visualize the giants’ roaring tramps shake the coral- and lilac-marble floors in succeeding thundering booms.

As Obi-Wan turned a corner, tread crossing onto the ocean blue carpet of the inner Temple, he reminisced about the time Qui-Gon caught him red-handed in the middle of one of these fantasies. It was many years before the late Jedi took him on as a Padawan.

Qui-Gon would always engage with the younglings when possible. He had a habit of outwardly encouraging all initiates in their studies, especially those who struggled with their training and emotional discipline. But he would also silently approve those rare moments in which a young Jedi took a moment to themselves. Whether that be exploring the Coruscanti entertainment district, playing Sabacc, or Obi-Wan’s respite of choice, daydreaming.

With eyes shrouded in darkness, he could almost smell the sweaty towering creature. Its footsteps sounded like cracks of lighting, and he could feel the room’s imperceptible rise in temperature from the creature’s sudden presence. If he really focused, its colossal, green-muscled foot would nearly breach the void in his sight, creeping from the corner of his left eyelid. The hair on his arms prickled at the beast’s sudden proximity.

“Meditating are you?”

The young Kenobi’s eyes sprung open, cheeks reddening as his eyes locked with the wise Jedi before him.

“Uhh, yes…Master.”

And Qui-Gon simply smiled.

Obi-Wan’s worries momentarily lifted at the memory, delight gracing his features. But that instant disappeared from his mind as quickly as it arrived. The Jedi refocused on the task ahead, passing one of the large Sage Master statues that shined like freshly polished copper to his right as The Council meeting room entered his vision.

Just outside the Chamber door stood Master Windu, leaning with his arm against the wall beside him as he continued his deep discussion with Master Yoda, who rested in his flying chair. The two of them spoke softly, and from Windu’s creased brows, General Kenobi could tell that it was serious. A few groups of Jedi Masters similarly congregated around the door, talking lowly. Kenobi could sense heightened anxiety trailing the air.

As he approached, Obi-Wan caught the corner of Mace’s eye. He turned to General Kenobi, offering a curt nod at his arrival as Yoda reoriented his seat toward the newly arrived.

“Late you are, Master Kenobi.”

“I apologize for the delay.” Obi-Wan relayed sincerely. “Our shuttle experienced some unexpected complications.”

Yoda hummed deeply at Obi-Wan’s words, indicating his acceptance of this explanation to Mace before taking his chair on a measured stroll down the walkway, back in the direction from whence Obi-Wan came. Windu and Kenobi shortly followed in step.

“The Council has already met to discuss the issue of recalling the Jedi.” Master Windu began as the trio ambled down the hallway. “We have suffered a communications incursion by the Separatists.”

Obi-Wan was astounded, brows furrowing in confusion as he absentmindedly rubbed his jaw.

“A breach in our secure transmissions…How is that possible?” He exclaimed.

“Unsure, we are,” Yoda answered. “Investigate, our specialists will.”

Mace addressed the troubled Jedi. “A number of troops stationed in obscure outer regions of multi-planetary battle sites were ambushed in the last few weeks. The only way they could have been discovered would be if their COMMs were tapped into. It is possible that the Separatists have somehow obtained some of our transmitter codes or found some other flaw in the communications system. Because we cannot use our wrist comms or holopads to send sensitive information to communicate this development, we’ve recalled the Jedi.”

“Continue the battles, the clones will. Send out Jedi temporarily with verbal directions for troops, we must.

“Until communications are secured.” Windu clarified. “The 212th and 501st have already received new instructions for a less critical mission on Aleen.”

Obi-Wan hummed in contemplation. “And how long do you believe this situation will last?”

Mace exhaled. “We won’t know until technicians look further into the issue. But it may be weeks, months.”

Obi-Wan stroked his beard as he ruminated about this concerning development. He trusted Commander Cody with his life, but still knew it would be difficult for the 212th to address more delicate missions in the near future without timely information from The Temple or even inter-troop comms.

“Concerned, we all are,” Yoda reassured, likely sensing General Kenobi’s unease.

“The Council will be informing all active Jedi in the Great Hall tomorrow morning. Make sure Anakin and his Padawan are present. And here.”

Windu reached into the right pocket of his robe, pulling out what Obi-Wan thought was a wrist comm, yet it seemed bulkier. An extra layer of wiring was hidden in an additional panel stuck underneath the control layer. Most notable was the thin, silver line of steel that encircled the device, something the General hadn’t seen on a comm before. He took it, feeling the mass in his palm. It felt cold, heavy, with a rusted button and weak indicator light.

He thought it ancient.

“It’s a comm from the old Temple emergency system. It’s completely separate from our current communications system so messages from these devices to regular comms will be secure. There are only enough for one per council member.”

Obi-Wan thanked the Master as he switched his current wrist link with the replacement, placing the former in his robe’s pocket.

“Still careful, we must be.”

Mace added. “Only use it to ask for meetings, not to share sensitive data.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “On the topic of sensitivity, I must inform you of a development.”

He breathed deeply, exhaling in a short burst as he gathered his complicated memories about you to present to The Council leaders.

“In our delay, Anakin, his Padawan, and I were on Hoth for a short time, where we met a being living alone on the planet’s surface.”

The two Jedi Masters listened intently as he continued.

“I discovered them to be a Gray Jedi, trained by Master Qui-Gonn himself. They claim to be The Guardian, a figure that is a part of The Chosen One prophecy, but was expected to be trained outside The Order. They are tasked with Anakin’s protection and guidance so that he may achieve his destiny. Their journey begins when dark forces threaten this fate.”

Mace’s eyes narrowed. “This is a bold claim, Master Kenobi. If anything, it sounds like a Separatist trick.”

Then, as soft as their nimble footfalls, Yoda uttered your name under his breath.

Obi-Wan’s head swiveled toward the Grand Master. “You know them?”

The shorter Jedi sighed, leaning back in his chair as his eyes glazed over in deep reflection.

“Gone, I thought they were, a long time ago.”

Mace’s brows raised as he turned to Yoda. “You know of this individual, Master?”

He nodded gravely, a light grunt resonated from his esophagus.

“Discovered them as an infant twenty-five years ago, I did. Kept a close eye on them, I had.” He sighed. “Killed by a dark power a year later, their parents were. Believed they died as well, I did.”

The Grand Master eyed General Kenobi carefully, as if the bearded Jedi made a mistake in his recollection.

“Interested to learn they are alive, I am.”

“A dark power…” Obi-Wan mused. “Master, do you believe a Sith may have been responsible? I have been theorizing that Maul’s presence on Tatooine could have had more than one motive.”

“Discovered their presence, you believe he did?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan confirmed. “And their connection to Qui-Gon.”

He paused, counting the years in his head.

“But Maul would have been too young when their parents passed.”

“The rule of two…” Mace hummed.

“A Master, then.” Yoda declared.

“Then The Guardian’s presence suggests that Maul may not be the last Sith,” Windu revealed. “If it’s true that their appearance suggests a new threat from the Dark Side.”

“During the Battle of Geonosis, discovered that Dooku may be a Sith, I did.” Yoga established. “Great darkness, I sensed in him.”

“Then he is the Sith Lord?” Mace speculated.

Obi-Wan agreed. “He would have been quite capable of taking their parents’ lives over two decades ago.”

“It would also explain The Guardian’s survival, if Dooku’s late Padawan discovered his plans and partially thwarted them before they were carried out,” Mace suggested.

“Informed The Council, Qui-Gon would have, if believed Dooku was a Sith, he had. Much we still do not know, there is.”

Windu exhaled, placing his middle and index finger against his right temple and thinking deeply about his next words.

“I would like to meet this Guardian myself.” He gestured to Kenobi. “Tomorrow in the Sparring Arena after the Great Hall announcement. It is important for The Council to determine whether they have the necessary physical and mental abilities, and the appropriate connection to the Force, to be a Jedi Knight. To join The Order. Otherwise, leaving them outside the purview of The Order could have dire consequences. That is if they are even prepared to fulfill such a destiny after nearly a decade of isolation.”

“Of course, Master.” Obi-Wan acknowledged. “But from what little I’ve seen, they seem quite capable of holding their own.”

Windu’s stare held firm. “Respectfully, Master Kenobi, I will be the one to determine that.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze fell. “Understood.”

He didn’t take the Master’s tone personally. Windu’s conformist nature and deep dislike for any Jedi activity conducted beyond the domain of The Council likely made his discovery of The Guardian prophecy an unwelcome one. Obi-Wan only hoped that Master Windu would still treat you as any other Jedi when testing your abilities. He remembers the wise Master’s negative reaction to Anakin’s discovery, due to his age at the time Qui-Gon requested that he be trained. You were much older than 10-year-old Ani, so he was convinced that would pose a problem for the talented swordsman.

And this was not the best time for you to be meeting resistance from The Order that you trained your whole life to serve so to continue its millennia-long mission of preserving the peace through light. The Master Negotiator didn’t need to employ his strong conversation skills to discern how the past few days’ overwhelming changes had been affecting you. That, in addition to learning of your Master’s passing, had made you restless on the journey here. It was hard to ignore, even while he settled in repose each night, your twisted form which struggled to sleep.

He empathized with you deeply.

The General was also, in some measure, apprehensive about the inevitable clash of personalities. He found you kind, considerate, but also unafraid to speak your mind, or express your inner sentiments. He admired Master Windu since he was a boy, but his no-nonsense approach? His uncompromising mental discipline and austere lessons? It would surely cause a collision of temperaments.

“A different name, they must go by,” Yoda announced.

Obi-Wan’s gaze rose curiously at this. “Master?”

“Know they are alive, Dooku cannot.”

“Nor any other actor of the Dark Side. Nor the Separatists.” Windu interjected. “Their existence could pose a significant weakness to the Republic’s image of enduring peace and light. If Separatist forces discover The Guardian’s identity and purpose from their birth name, they may believe that the destruction of a specific Jedi could leave us vulnerable.”

He paused, turning to Yoda to verify his conclusions, who languidly blinked in concurrence.

Mace’s peer twisted back toward Kenobi. “If dark forces found them once through their birth name, they can again.”

The Grand Master nodded in agreement. “Destroy The Guardian, they may otherwise try.”

Obi-Wan’s heart dropped at the notion. It was clear that your identity needed to be protected from these powerfully dark forces, lest you meet the same fate as your parents.

If your mission was to guard and guide Anakin, his former Padawan, and dear friend, then the determined Jedi believed it to be his personal assignment to aid you in that destiny. Now he knew that hiding your identity to the best of his ability would be part of that task. The side of the light needed you, and Obi-Wan’s deep connection to it and his cavernous desire to continue Qui-Gon’s decades-long efforts meant only one thing— he needed to protect you too.

“Anakin gave them a nickname.” The General recalled, head tilted and eyes scanning up an idle column as he thought back. “Silvey, if memory serves.”

Windu's brows raised, unsurprised.

“Then Silvey they’ll remain,” he concluded.

Yoda hummed, his disconcertion bubbling to the surface with lips creased in a downward turn. “Their true name, only the three of us, Anakin, and little Ahsoka will know. Kept secret, their identity must be. Inform The Council of the prophecy, we shall, once communications are refortified. But within the council, it must stay.”

Master Windu mumbled in unanimity. “We must not entertain any notion of emerging Sith. Not among the Jedi, nor publicly.”

“I understand the delicacy of the situation and will act accordingly,” Obi-Wan assured.

The bearded Jedi halted, turning to the elders before leaning into a slight obeisance. The other Masters slowed to a halt.

“If you will excuse me, Masters, I hope to find my travel companions before they divulge any information about The Guardian’s identity.”

“May the Force be with you, Master Kenobi,” Windu stated as he bowed adieu, Yoda following suit from his floating chair.

And with that, Obi-Wan turned away to begin his search for you, Anakin, and Ahsoka.

As the General quickened his stride down that long, colossally immortal walkway, he wondered where he might find the three of you. Ahsoka was probably in the Jedi Archives around the corner, assuming she was continuing her work on that paper for Master Plo Koon. So he decided to start there. He assumed you and Anakin were stationed in the refectory closest to the hangar, remembering the previously mentioned dinner plans,

Or maybe it would be better to try the refractory first, Obi-Wan thought. If experience served true, Anakin would not stay silent about your discovery for long. He hastened his pace while mumbling these plans under his breath.

“Yes, the refractory first.”

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