#Imperial Academy

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Barbs

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Pairings: Sabine Wren/ Ketsu Onyo Characters: Sabine Wren, Ketsu Onyo Warnings: Blood, Injury,  Notes: For Whumptober Day  15, For @sabineweek Day 1 Prompt: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle this myself.” | Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m Fine.” + Imperial Academy  Word Count: 1,419 AO3 Link: Here!

Their very first field exercise came with higher stakes than most; Talk of  Rebellion and Insurgent activity, along with whispers of a ‘Death Watch’ that was credited with the fall of Mandalorian civilization, needed looking into, and the class of rookies in the Imperial Academy seemed like the perfect candidates. 

Sabine had been sent ahead to scout when tripwire sprung; Wire sliced through the cheap plastoid of the subpar armor they’d been supplied with, until the point they were considered to have ‘earned their beskar’. 

Barbs cut through her skin before she could get back in time, feet scrambling in the dirt to avoid the wrap as both ends snapped from the ends of the trap, just avoiding having the trap wind its way around her entire leg. Sabine didn’t want to think about how fast she’d get the boot from the academy and Mandalore, if she would have been taken out so quickly. 

“Karabast!” The young Mandalorian hissed, yanking her bucket from her head and dropping it into the dirt as she dropped, hands moving to squeeze the meat of her thigh above the torn open wound.

The thorns in the wire were made of a beskar alloy; something every Mandalorian was meant to understand, their metal was for armor, to be used to protect themselves, not spill blood, yet here she was, staring at the impure metal where it sat coated in the dark red ichor it had ripped from her body.

There was a crunch of boots nearby, Sabine’s hand flew to her blaster, eyes squinting in the direction of the noise before she caught sight of the Imperial Academy logo on their gear, and the noticeably not regulation helmet. “What do you want, Onyo.” She called with a huff, letting her blaster drop back into the dirt as she focused her attention back on her marred leg.

“Should’a known you’d go and get yourself into a mess,” The older Mandalorian remarked, a smirk pulling onto her lips and a haughty sway in her hips as she eased from the brush to the opening Sabine had gotten herself caught in.

Ketsu dropped to her knees in front of Sabine, brows furrowing even as a teasing smile pulled at her lips. “Gnarly, ‘bine. You need a hand?”

Sure, Sabine knew that Ketsu had been assigned as the recon squadron’s reluctant medic, and that she would have something to ease the stinging pain and the sluggish way blood oozed from her torn thigh, plastoid warped and pressing painfully into her thigh.

“I don’t need you to help me, I can handle this myself.” She insisted stubbornly, lips twisting as she glanced down to the sickening sight of her own leg; It wasn’t her first time seeing an injury, on herself or otherwise, but it was not on her favorites list. 

“Uh-huh,” Ketsu rolled her eyes before firmly plopping herself down on the ground next to the injured Mandalorian. 

“What are you doing?” She huffed, annoyed, golden eyes shifting to their surroundings as Ketsu got comfortable beside her. The ‘revolutionists’ could be anywhere, watching their trap in action.

“Oh, you know; Thought we could use some time away from the kids, just the two of us.” She bit back, mirth and annoyance like a dance in her tone, a smirk pulling at her lips as violet eyes were rolled hard enough that Sabine could feel her growing annoyance. “I’m the assigned medic, di’kut. If I don’t do my job, then we’ll both be scrubbing the latrines over your fuck up.”

“Well, it’s nice to know you care,” Sabine grumbled sarcastically, stubbornly setting her face to stone as she forced herself to poke and prod at her wound, where blood was finally beginning to clot and well up, slowing the flood that pooled into Mandalore’s surface. 

“Come on, Wren. It’s not like that, and you know it.” A closed fist bumped into her shoulder. “Your stubborn ass needs my help though, you know it, I know it; krif, Tarre Viszla himself probably knows it.” 

“I’m fine,” Sabine snapped, weight shifting painfully and forcing a harsh breath to be sucked in between her teeth, eyes snapping shut as the jostle of bone-deep pain. “Alright! Fine! I need help.”

“That wasn’t so hard,” Ketsu answered sweetly, a sickly thing that dripped with false pity, though her hands were gentle when they moved to finally press around Sabine’s thigh, checking to see how far her skin had been torn beneath the armor. The woman shifted to drop her bag from her shoulders, digging through it with a hum. “Had to stitch up the infantry, they got spooked and blasted each other,” Ketsu’s eyes rolled as she shook her head. “How they passed the entrance exams will always be beyond me.”

“That’s probably why I’m out here,” Sabine commented sourly. “Not a combat major, they pulled me from my work for this,” She grumbled, thinking back to her climate controlled lab, and the last pieces that the Duchess needed to be operational. 

“Yeah yeah, you’ve got a brain on you, and a lack of knowing where the tripwires are.” Ketsu started sliding the plastoid from her own arm, working quickly to toss each piece into her bag without care. “Just means you’re the lucky winner who has to wait till we get back in for any bacta or real bandages, less you want me to go scrape some extra off that Eldar kid’s ass,” 

“I’m good,” Sabine shivered and shook her head, forcing her breathing to even out and relax the heavy beating of her heart. 

The Mandalorian slid a blade from a sheathe inside of her shin guard, cleanly slicing through the sleeve of her undersuit and working her arm out of it. “Alright, move your hands,” She ordered, grabbing the remnants of a cleaning solution bottle and dousing their makeshift bandage with it. 

Golden eyes flashed between the gash in her leg and the growing annoyance in violet hued eyes. “Don’t tell me, Sabine Wren is scared.” 

“I’m not!” She snapped back, glowering at the older woman as she finally, slowly, forced her hands away from the wound, hissing out a soft “ah-” at the rush of blood, pain, and the return of too much and too little pressure. Her hands dropped to the dirt, the fingers of her gloves digging indents into the dry outer layer. 

“I’ve seen braver Tookas.” Ketsu remarked dryly as she pushed her way into Sabine’s personal space, making quick work of ruined armor. 

Cutting away the artist’s underlayer brought quiet sounds of barely muffled agony into the space between them as she twisted and writhed, doing her best not to move her leg and avoid adding more pain onto her list. “Dude, do I need to tie you up and gag you, or something?”

Sabine’s brows furrowed immediately as she froze. “What?” She stammered, face flushing as Ketsu used the distraction to cut away the last of the ruined flight suit. 

Chuckling to herself, Ketsu began winding the remains of her sleeve tight around Sabine’s leg, using her fluster to her advantage.

“I’ll have to keep how loud you are in mind for later,” She teased mercilessly after a moment had passed and the younger woman had started to react to the pain again. 

Sabine blanched, mouth opening and closing dumbly; at least the older Mandalorian could say that she made ‘Ms. Overachiever’ dumb and speechless.

“Now come on, I’d rather not leave you behind with these demagolka’s running loose.” 

Ketsu worked Sabine up and off the ground, slinging one of Sabine’s arms around her shoulders as she wrapped an arm securely around the smaller woman’s waist, using her free arm to sling her bag, full of their armor, back over her shoulder, 

“Hey, if we’re lucky, maybe they’ll let you go to medical before they send you out to dust the courtyard.”

“Hmmph, yeah, in a perfect world-”

Grunting as she helped Sabine down a hill (carried was more like it, kid could barely stand on her ruined leg), Ketsu allowed a traitorous thought to form on her tongue. “Would be cool to get out of here, one day. Live like our ancestors, instead of an Imperial lapdog.”

Sabine said nothing to this, but Ketsu could see the gears turning behind the tormented artist’s eyes.  It wasn’t a horrible idea; Bounty hunting and traveling the stars, like Mandalorian’s were meant to do. And.. if Ketsu was at her side, maybe it could even be… nice.

Translations: Di'kut - Idiot Demagolka - Monster

[purringysalamiri]

Jovan Vharing my love

second part will be posted later

[myevilmouse]

Day 2:  Flufftober “You’ve told your parents?”

Fandom:  Star Wars

Words:  100

Note:  Today’s drabble is for @beebee-76 inspired by her art request prompt for @blackmonitor! 💙

Thrawn’s intense glare at the useless instructional diagram risked burning a hole in the datapad’s screen.

“Just let me,” Eli sighed for the tenth time in as many minutes.  “Graduation dress is different.”

Silence at this, indicating acquiescence, if not surrender.  Before his roommate could protest, Eli stepped closer, reaching up to adjust Thrawn’s uneven collar.  The antiquated style was traditional for Imperial Academy ceremonies, but Thrawn kept dislodging his rank plaque at the highest fastener.

“There.”  Eli grunted, satisfied.  “Perfect, Lieutenant.”

Thrawn returned his smile. “You’ve told your parents?”

Eli’s mood faltered.  “Not yet.  After ship assignments, I promise.”

[archeo-starwars]

Darth Vader and the Ghost Prison

[whats-in-a-sentence]

According to legend, in 1899 (CE, that is) a relative of Wang Qirong, director of the Imperial Academy in Beijing, caught malaria and sent a servant to buy a decayed turtle shell, a traditional Chinese remedy.*

*I say "according to legend" because the trail leading to Zhoukoudian, the great prehistoric site in Chapter 1, is said to have begun the same year in much the same way, when a German naturalist, trapped in Beijing by civil unrest, recognized a "dragon bone" in a druggist's store as an early human tooth. The coincidence is slightly suspicious.

"Why the West Rules – For Now: The patterns of history and what they reveal about the future" - Ian Morris

[tikkunolamresistance]

"We stand here as men who refute their Jewishness and the Holocaust being used as justification for an occupation.”

The filmmakers behind The Zone of Interest, a brilliant and very necessary film that utilises jarring, disturbing sound design to show a contrast of the every-day, mundane domesticity of a family living next to a Nazi concentration camp. Many interpret this film as a commentary piece on how we live out the comfortability of our lives, holding intentional ignorance to the horrors that millions of lives endure; a commentary of ignorance, holding the viewer accountable.

Source:

https://x.com/filmupdates/status/1766985457634521172?s=46

[intersectionalpraxis]

[sk-willow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars: Rebels Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Future Relationshipps, Wedge Antilles & Luke Skywalker, Wedge Antilles & Leia Organa, Wedge Antilles & Sabine Wren Characters: Wedge Antilles Additional Tags: AllSWMultiWeek2022, Imperial Academy (Star Wars), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, Set Between Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: Rebels References Series: Part 4 of ASW_MW-2022 Summary:

Wedge Antilles antes de unirse a la rebelión.

Link a Wattpad

[violottie]

alt text included. from Ricardo Gamboa, 10/Mar/2024:

[blackmonitor]

Studying at the Imperial Academy

[alphamecha-mkii]

The Maw Installation by Erick Herand

[jessicas-pi]

AU where Bo-Katan randomly winds up on Lothal shortly after Ezra's parents are taken and finds him and, well, she may not be one of those weirdo traditionalists but she still respects the ancient creed when it comes to foundlings so... guess she's responsible for raising a small child now! wait his parents are possibly alive? well now she's gotta go find them if they're still living and reunite him with them! but she can't bring a defenseless foundling on such a dangerous mission! who could she possibly trust to take care of him? wait doesn't her old bestie from her terrorist phase have a couple kids his age? heyyyyy, ursa, girl! long time no see! can you watch this kid for me for a little while thanks byeeee~~

and then the AU is just Bo-Katan's hunt for Ezra's parents, interspersed with increasingly frantic and/or furious comms from Ursa about how the half-starved traumatized nonverbal foundling is manifesting wizard powers. bo this is not funny. get back here and get your telekinetic hellion. he's helping my daughter put paint on the ceilings.

alternate endings include (1) Ephraim and Mira are alive and Bo rescues them and everyone lives happily ever after, (2) Ephraim and Mira are not alive and now Bo-Katan has to hunt down a Jedi to raise the boy and she ends up locating Kanan, (3) Ephraim and Mira are not alive and Bo-Katan decides that her best bet for Jedi Most Likely To Have Survived The Purge is obi-wan and so she goes looking for him, darth vader encounter shenanigans optional, and (4) Ephraim and Mira are not alive and Bo-Katan cares for Ezra herself and somewhere along the way he gets the Darksaber and well apparently bo is raising tarre vizsla 2 electric boogaloo. this should be good.

[horatio-fig]

I will never shut up about Thrawn and Eli being college roommates.

[myevilmouse]

I KNOW I kept you pervs waiting but Chapter 4 (aka the one with all the smut) of Martial Arts is now posted on AO3.  Enjoy 💜💙 this amazing art inspired by the fic by @blackmonitor.  Full version below the cut…

[ask-coldsteel]

Oh, cool! If that's the case, I suppose I should probably take a visit there sometime.

Also, forgive my ignorance, but what type of leaf is that insignia?

Blazing Dawn: I needed help in Mathematical Sciences and so I befriended Cold Steel over here!

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Chapter 1: Last Cadet Days

Part 20

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