#Solar Panel For Cold Storage

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Technical guidance throughout development phase Detailed design : component definition, plant layout, SLD, grid connection EPC and O&M tendering, Contract review and negotiations and support during financial close Site supervision during construction and commissioning

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Solar Energy Revolutionizes Vaccine Distribution in Rural Africa

Solar-powered refrigeration systems are revolutionizing vaccine storage in remote African communities, providing reliable cold chain infrastructure that maintains life-saving immunizations even during power outages and natural disasters.

For decades, vaccine storage in Malawi depended on unreliable refrigeration systems running on kerosene, gas, or battery power. Health workers regularly faced heartbreaking scenarios: mothers arriving with infants for immunizations, only to be turned away because the clinic’s refrigerator had failed overnight, spoiling the vaccines inside. Some families traveled more than five kilometers to reach these clinics, making the disappointment particularly crushing.

Solar direct-drive refrigerators changed this dynamic completely. Unlike older models requiring backup batteries or stable electrical grids, these units connect directly to solar panels and store energy as ice, maintaining the precise 2-8 degrees Celsius temperature range vaccines require. Community members embraced the technology enthusiastically—at one clinic, neighbors removed part of a wall when the door proved too narrow for the new refrigerator to pass through.

The technology proved its worth during Malawi’s 2021 encounter with Cyclone Ana, which damaged the country’s hydroelectric system and cut power to the electrical grid. While vaccine doses in electrically powered refrigerators required emergency relocation, those stored in solar-powered units remained perfectly preserved. Teams quickly moved endangered doses from cities to the solar-powered fridges in remote areas, preventing massive vaccine loss.

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Entertainment & Attachment = Requested

[Poltergeist!Alastor x Medium!Reader]

The Request

For as long as you can remember, you were different from the people around you. No one understood you, no one could be by your side like you’d wanted. You couldn’t rely on others like a human should, as social as humans were made to be, you can’t be normal. You can’t make long lasting friends, and you can’t even rely on your family. For years, you thought you were an anomaly

In your eyes, you see things. Things others can’t. As clear as day, you’d see a transparent figure walking or floating around. Some were fine to stare at, but some were living nightmares to even spare a glance. As a child, you’d point them out and try to convey that there was something there to your parents or friends, they’d all say you were doing all that for attention

So as you grew, you learned to keep quiet about what you saw, even ignoring them altogether. You found out some time later that these were things called spirits, entities of the departed. Or what’s more commonly known as ‘ghosts’

You were lonely and so you did what you anyone would, seek companionship

You approached the little boy that was already in the storage room, he was quite harmless and rarely ever moved out of the room. He was aware you could see him, but he never made any movement to approach you. When you kneeled down in front of him and called out to him, tears came down his eyes and quiet sobs turned to cries. You tried calming him down, yet through his cries, you caught what would make your heart ache

“You noticed me! Someone noticed me! No one noticed me until now! No one cared that I died!”

“... What’s your name? Want me to make you a little burial?”

“What’s a burial?”

“It’s… Something… Something to honour the dead. A place for you to sleep and rest. To move on.”

“I… I want that…”

From then on, you’d try to approach similar spirits like that boy. It turned out, the spirits you saw couldn’t move on and stayed where they died or was most attached to. Hearing their stories was always hard for you, since you’d feel their emotions when they spoke to you like a tidal wave, but all was worth it when you get to see their figure fade to nothingness and a peaceful smile on their faces

While you studied and made yourself a stable lifestyle, you grew to be more adapt in your little world of spirits. You found yourself more at ease there because there was nothing to hide and you were accepted in a way. Everything was so very good for you, there were ghostly friends you’ve made that weren’t ready to pass on because they were busy to something, the most heartwarming ones were them staying to be their loved ones’ presence

There were many that wanted to communicate to spirits like you could hear them. You don’t feel like being a parrot since it lacked that emotional quality. So you built a radio box, or what’s more commonly known as a ‘spirit box’. A device that can allow spirits to communicate through radio frequencies, or something like that

It worked wonders and allowed you to communicate with spirits more easily as well. You slowly modified it to be smaller so you could carry it around, then perfecting it when it hang to your side like a handbag. It worked on electricity, but it has little solar panels so it could constantly charge when you out and about

Yet everything changed when you received a particular call from a homeowner. You made a visit, when you were there, they were positive that their house was hunted. Everytime technology was used, phones, TVs, and even the tablets, it’ll all glitch and malfunction. There was a foul stench in the basement that can never be cleaned. Mostly, the master bedroom and study was always cold

The family tried everything, even trying to renovate the place and destroy the house to build a new one over it. But mysteriously, the workers would fall ill, have unexpectable accidents, tools gone missing ot malfunctions. These were the better endings, at times, someone would end up dead

The parents begged you to do something, they had children, they can’t let this continue. You fail to understand this familial bond. Seeing the little children so close with their parents, how you envied them. But you don’t blame your ability to see or communicate with them, you welcome your title as a ‘medium’. That was in the past either way, this is the now

You couldn’t promise that you’ll ‘deal with the problem’ as they phased it, but you’ll try. Either way, you advised that it was best they were prepared to move out. You can’t say for certain, but you think this spirit was very very attached to the memories in the house, or the fact that it was once their possession

From the moment you stepped through the front door, you felt a heavy weight over your body, you felt a chill around you that was constantly shifting, even more around your little radio invention. You could feel eyes on you, staring at you like a predator has its next prey

You went to the basement when the family left you to your own devices. You had to cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief so you could stand and walk down the steps. The deeper you gone, the worse it got. You wanted to back away, but you couldn’t help it, you were worried for that linger spirit more so than the family

When you got to the basement, you noticed that it was quite empty and dusty. There was only an old table and a chair, you found a light switch and turned it on, the lights flickered on, but only dimly lighting up the room, giving it an eerie vibe

It wasn’t until you turned on the radio that the stench was completely gone. You were shocked yourself, but not of the lack of rotten smell in the room. More so on the transparent hand that tried to play with the radio while you were still tinkering with the dials

“I’m surprised to see one of these old machines. What with all those fancy technology, I thought radios went extinct! Hahaha! This has to be an invention of your own making. A very well made one I much compliment. Finally someone with taste!”

“What unfinished business do you have? I’ll try to resolve it so you can move on.”

“Oh, you can see me? And hear me? Why! This day is turning out to be quite entertaining indeed! My Dear, make no mistake. I have no unfinished business.”

“Then why haven’t you leave this realm when you died?”

“Because my death was one I didn’t expect nor did I welcome it. Imagine, you minding your own business and suddenly you were shot in the head and mistaken for a harmless deer. Anyone would be enraged by such a death. No, no. I don’t think I’ll ever move on. Though, thank you for asking and trying.”

“So you need to accept your death then.”

“Accepted? Hahaha! Dear, I have accepted my death! I deserve it quite honestly! Do you know why? Because I was the reason why many died.”

The spirit, or Alastor as he introduced himself, was a former radio host. That wasn’t the detail you focused on, it was the fact that he was once a serial killer. He wasn’t a vengeful spirit, more of an unrest one. So that calmed you down, somewhat

It wasn’t the first time you encountered spirits that were once dangerous human beings when living. You met some robbers and even human traffickers, but you listened to their stories and helped them pass on. There were always some that you couldn’t do much to help except warn others away from the area so the spirit wasn’t disturbed

But Alastor. He was the first serial killer you encountered. One so shameless in his crimes and prideful of his work too. He didn’t hide the gory details and his creepy human knowledge whenever you were around

As you didn’t stay at the house and would only investigate the house (him) for the duration of the afternoon, Alastor would talk your ear out the moment you step through the front door. When you left to stay at the hotel room you rented, Alastor would wave you bye and stay at the doorway as though he was the host of the house bidding his guest a good day

Of course, you couldn’t stay forever and you had to leave. With Alastor’s activity, you stayed firm on your advice for them to stay somewhere else that wasn’t this house. Then you left, oddly enough, you didn’t feel unrest that you left things between you and Alastor unsettled. Especially when you told him that was your last visit and he gave you a cryptic answer on whether he’ll continue to ‘haunt’ the house

“The family here will return tomorrow, will you leave them alone?”

“Hmm… I’m not sure, Darling, maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Who knows? I go where entertainment takes me you see.”

“Can’t you answer a simple yes or no?”

“Hm… Maybe!”

When you were back home, you noticed how spirits seem to avoid you a bit. Some even flinching and hiding when you walked pass. The moment you tried to approach spirits, they outright flee like you were a ghost scaring them in a haunted house. You were always left wondering if you did something

Still, it all made sense just as you heard the familiar voice of a spirit that should even be in your room. Looking up from your phone, you saw Alastor smiling down at you with his hands behind his back while he floated over your form on the bed. You took note of the faint trail of red smokey substance connecting him to your radio on the far end of the room

You quickly figured out that Alastor changed attachments, from the house he lived and killed in to your radio. When did it start? Perhaps the day after you saw Alastor, then he slowly moved attachments and connected to the radio. He was a beloved radio host during his glory days after all

“Darling, you approach other spirits too. Why not talk to some more actively ones instead of the common folk? I can provide some assistance. You see, I am quite feared and persuasive too. And I’m sure you know that I am no dainty stick figure. Your noble quest to help spirits pass on, I’ll lend you a hand! For my ongoing entertainment, I’ll protect you from anything. What do you say?”

Now you understood his answer. You were his entertainment and true to his words. He followed you, perhaps follow isn’t the right word. Attach, yeah

Note: Just a treat. I'm getting back my free time so I did this. Hehe. A bit long and boring though. Oh well

Circe Y.

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Out of this World Chapter 10: Got a Message from the Action Man

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Earthling Reader/OC

Summary: Things take an interesting turn on Tatooine and a new player enters the ring.

Author's note: Hello again! Welcome to chapter 10. This one was such a joy to write. It flowed much more easily than I was expecting it to after struggling through chapter 9. I ended up discovering a lot about these characters and where this story is headed. I'm playing around with season two but I will warn you that things are about to deviate into the plot I've mapped out for my beloved Chrome Dome and the Earthling girl who's captured his heart.

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Mando'a: Buy'ce - helmet Ad’ika - little one Cyare - beloved Cyar'ika - darling

Warnings: Cursing, sexual themes, violence, death, mentioned threat of slavery, threat of kidnapping, carbonite. Fluff, both romantic and parental. These two really love their green bean and it's only gonna get worse from here on out.

Minors DNI, Strictly 18+

AO3

*****

“Is that Mandalorian of yours humming a David Bowie song over there?” Your grandfather is looking at you with both a raised eyebrow and a smirk. The two of you are sharing a cold drink around mid morning, sitting at a little makeshift table across from one another. It's really just a few metal crates full of spare parts shoved together with a larger crate in the middle.

Din is tinkering with something on the outer hull of the Razor Crest about twenty feet away, his back to the two of you. The Mandalorian in question is indeed humming a Bowie tune, a lyric or two escaping his lips every now and again. He's clearly not trying to be very loud about it. Were it just the two of you, he may not be holding back as much.

A fond smile graces your lips as you stare at your cosmic love for a long moment before looking back to your father figure. “That he is. Ashes to Ashes by the sounds of it.”

He might not even realize he's doing it. Over the last couple of weeks Din has been humming and singing earth music to himself quite frequently, almost as a second nature when he's working with his hands in some way. After you caught him with the iPad that one morning it's become more commonplace for him to do this a little bit around you. Clearly music is something he enjoys, and enjoyed long before you came into his life, but he had been too shy to really discuss it before. That night on Nevarro when he'd sang the Mandalorian song to you, a barrier had come down a little bit. It's as if that was the moment he realized that you were never going to mock him for anything. He's even gone so far as to show you a few songs from various cultures around the galaxy that he's liked over the years. But it's no mystery that his sudden affinity for the music of your homeworld sparks so much joy in you. It used to be odd to be up in the cockpit as the Razor Crest made its way through space, watching a Mandalorian warrior decked out in beskar bob his silver head to your many playlists. Now it feels as if your two worlds have collided that much further.

Richard's brow raises as he sips his light blue drink. “He's got the pitch just right, too. Do you sing a lot of songs around that ship? How does he know our music that well?”

“Well, yes, I do like to sing. But I have my iPad with me.”

Grandad looks shocked, mouth dropping open a little. “You brought technology from Earth with you and it's still working? I can't believe it survived the transplant. How have you charged it?”

You sip your own drink, shrugging. “The charger I had in my backpack is solar powered. We just charge it whenever we make a stop. I've been scared to do it here, though. I'm afraid the two suns may fry my shitty little solar panel.”

“Clearly you're not streaming anything,” your grandfather replies thoughtfully. Not a question as much as an observation.

“It's still able to play anything that was downloaded directly to the device, and I had maxed out my storage space on that thing. I think I've got around two thousand songs? I've had that iTunes account since I was a teen so that library's been through every single one of my phases.” A little laugh follows your words, and your grandfather laughs with you.

His deep voice rumbles as the laugh tapers off. “I remember most of those phases well. I don't know which is my favorite, but I remember being the one to introduce you to classic rock.”

“Dad rock you mean?” Chuckling some more, you go on explaining, “So, yeah, I've been corrupting Mando and the kid with Earth music for months now. Green Bean loves himself some Daft Punk and pretty much all of my 80s music. He's obsessed with anything that has a ton of synth. Mando's taste is all over the place. From Glen Miller big band music to Bowie to heavy metal. He likes all of it. It's actually really interesting to see what two different people gravitate towards without the influences surrounding that shit back on Earth. Both of them always end up liking things that surprise me. The other day Mando was listening to 'Dreams' by The Cranberries. It doesn't even cross his mind that it's what guys back home would consider to be 'girly' music. He's not self conscious about which songs he likes or doesn't like. It's just about how it sounds to him. He probably doesn't even realize how much he's taught me about letting go of those kinds of hang ups from back home.”

“God what I wouldn't give to have copies of that music. I've missed it so much. I didn't think to bring anything like that with me.” Richard chuckles, sending a knowing smirk your way. You've finally gotten used to his big beard being a part of his facial expressions. “If I know you, and I do, I bet you play certain songs as a soundtrack to your space travel.”

“A good track from the sci-fi playlist does make hyperspace that much better,” you agree. “I hate that I'm no better than my least favorite Marvel character, though.” This last part is mostly muttered to yourself, another chuckle rumbling through your chest.

“You got the Rolling Stones on there? What about the Dire Straits?”

“I've got all the music you ever showed me, Grandad.”

He looks you over with a little bit of a pleading expression. “Would you let me see if I can get some of the data off of it and make myself a copy? I may even be able to upgrade your listening situation a little.”

You can't help but frown, anxious at the prospect of him messing with it. “I'm so nervous that the damn thing is going to die on me at some point and then it'll be lost forever. Do you think there's a way to transfer it onto some sort of external hard drive?”

“It's worth a shot,” he says with a nod.

“Just promise me you'll try not to break it? It's my last real link to our culture and I don't want to lose that.”

*****

When the child's wails of agony flood Din's ears later that afternoon, he's on high alert as he quickly rounds the corner around the ship to see the child sitting on his bottom crying as hard as he possibly can. He sees that you're already there crouching down beside him, making little soothing shushing noises and reminding him that you're there with him. That BD droid the kid has been playing with all week is squatting down to the kid's other side, making worried little beeps and boops as it trots back and forth on each robotic leg with an almost anxious energy. Din immediately feels defensive at the sight of that.

“What did that droid do to him?” He says harshly, sending the little machine a glare that he knows it cannot see. He's ready to pull his blaster on it in a second. “I'll blast that little thing to hell if it hurt the kid.”

The kid cries even harder and the droid visibly shudders. You send a sharp glare of your own his way, and Din does not care for the way it makes him feel.

“The BD didn't do anything, Din,” you say just as sharply. “I know you're biased when it comes to droids but I assure you they were just playing. I was watching the whole time. BD is Green Bean's friend. Isn't that right, sweetie?” You've now turned your attention back down to the crying kid.

Through little sobs and hiccups, he looks up at you and nods. His lip quivers for a second before he looks at the BD droid and touches a tiny hand to the robot's head, another loud wail of toddler crying erupting from his throat.

Din sighs, kicking himself for making the kid feel even more scared or upset than he already was. He pats the little robot on the head, apologizing. “I'm sorry for threatening you.” The droid chirps happily in response.

Din then comes to sit on his heels right in front of the kid, examining his form for an explanation as to why he's crying. Then he sees the cut on his right foot, a little line of light green blood flowing from the small wound above his clawed toes.

“What happened to you, adika?” Din asks softly, reaching a tentative hand out to examine the cut. The kid shrieks and recoils. Hurt by this, Din recoils as well. “Did I do something wrong?” He's asking you.

You shake your head, “No you didn't, darling. He just thinks it's going to hurt again if we touch it. He did the same thing when I tried.”

Relieved that the child isn't upset with him or scared of him, Din relaxes a little and looks down at the kid. Again he's pushing away thoughts about wishing that the child could see his true face at this moment. For the child to take comfort in the caring look in Din's dark eyes. It's getting hard to ignore the frequency with which those treasonous feelings are surfacing, but he will have to worry about that at another time.

“How did this happen?”

“They were playing mechanic and pretending to fix something, when the kid dropped that big wrench on his foot by accident,” you explain, gesturing to the heavy tool laying in the sand. “Normal kid stuff.”

“Mm,” Din nods, looking down at his foundling. “I know you're scared that it's going to hurt, buddy. It might hurt a little, but we need to clean you up and get a bandage on that wound before it gets any dirtier.” As Din says this, he tries to reach forward again. The kid doesn't sob this time, but he's definitely still scared. Din retracts his hand.

“If we don't make your foot better then it could get infected and make you sick,” you add, nodding down to the kid as you back up Din's words. “We don't want you to get sick, sweetie. We love you and we'd never hurt you on purpose.”

“Do you have a bacta spray in there, BD?” Din finds himself addressing the droid with a much kinder tone, surprising himself. Not all droids have bacta spray like the IG-11 unit had when it was in nurse mode, but Din's willing to bet that Peli would have her droids equipped with it in case of engineering and mechanics related accidents.

The droid makes little affirmative noises and a small protrusion emerges from it's side, bending at the joints and pointing down to the kid's bleeding cut. There's the sound of a hiss, followed by a little white cloud enveloping the tiny green foot for a moment. The droid seems pleased to have been able to help it's new friend. At this point the sobs have subsided but the kid's little hiccups remain.

“I'm going to get a bandage,” you declare, beginning to stand. As you do the kid begins to blubber again, reaching for you. “I know, buddy, I know. Shh. I'm not going to be gone long at all. Your daddy is here and he's gonna take great care of you. Do you think you're ready to let him hold you?”

The kid nods, reaching out for Din instead. Din doesn't even care about the title being used, gently picking the child up to cradle him to his chest. Rocking him back and forth, Din recites a few verses from the song he's had stuck in his head all day. He can feel the tiny body in his arms start to relax after a few moments, the tension dissipating as his breathing evens out.

Soon you're coming back with a little white cloth, and Din holds the kid's leg out to give you a bit more room to work with as you wrap the cloth around his foot a few times. The kid hisses a little when you tie a knot at the top of it, the tightening fabric increasing the pressure on the sensitive area.

“There you go, good as new.” You say, leaning forward to kiss his bandaged foot. “On my home world a kiss always makes it feel better. Does that help, sweetie?”

Again, the hiccupping little child gives a nod to his foster mother, thanking her in his own silent way. Then he looks up at Din, and the Mandalorian can't help but feel that he's expecting a healing kiss from his foster father as well. More pangs of shame and disappointment flood his system and he tries as much as he can to push it away. Instead he takes the child's foot and brings it to the base of his helmet to make some kissing noises, and that seems to be enough for the foundling.

As these things go with most children, within five minutes the kid is running around with the BD droid as if nothing ever happened at all. But Din? He will not forget so soon. Everything about that has stirred a new and intense paternal feeling in him.

A flash of a memory in his mind, and he sees his Mandalorian mentor, the warrior who saved him all those years ago, tending to a wound on his arm. A nasty cut he'd received in training. He remembers the calming effect the man's accented voice had once had on him, praising him for doing a good job in the fighting pit despite the mistake which led to the wound.

He'd been distracted by the girl he liked back then, his teenage mind preoccupied by the mystery of the opposite sex. They'd kissed once, the night before they both took their vows and put the helmets on for good. It had been her idea, she'd come to Din that night and told him she wanted to know what it was like to kiss a boy before she never could again. It had been quick and awkward, they were too young for it to be anything else. But a first kiss is a first kiss. And so when sparring with her in the practice pits a few weeks later, his memory of the kiss had completely taken over his mind and she overtook him easily.

Din had been much older than the child is now, in the 'stage of life' sense at least. Old enough that a wound like that should not have made him cry. But it had. The pain had been great and the shame of the mistake had hurt even worse. But the man who taught Din Djarin everything he knows about life as a Mandalorian hadn't shamed him once. He hadn't been angry with him for his carelessness or told him that men do not cry. He merely tended to the wound and told him the scar that would come from it must be a reminder to stay focused. It wasn't said in a way to hurt Din, but to teach him the fundamental things he needed to understand if he was going to make his new life as a Mandalorian work. He had treated Din like his son.

As the memory fades, Din looks over to his playing foundling and knows in his heart what he truly wants. Silently and secretly, he damns his creed and himself for the duty he still feels so obligated to carry out.

*****

It's been over a week now of resting on Tatooine, and although you are so happy to be reunited with your Grandfather, you're honestly starting to feel a little antsy. You assume Din probably is too, ready to get back out into space and continue his quest to find the Jedi. Even though Din seems to be enjoying the break. He's been occupied by something that he appears to be keeping secret from you for days. Three times now you've caught him working on something using Peli Motto's tools, even with the help of a droid or two much to your shock. When he's noticed that you're near he's been quick to hide whatever it is with a ratty old sheet. You're curious, but not enough to pry. If he's not ready to show you whatever it is then so be it.

For you it's less that you want to be out looking for space wizards, but more that you're so used to moving around at this point. Aside from that magical week on Nevarro, your little family has been constantly on the move for several months now. Never on one planet or moon for more than a few days. You adore your time traveling among the stars.

Tatooine is also just hot and boring, quite honestly. You have no idea why your grandfather and Peli seem to love it so much. Maybe it's this galaxy's equivalent to retirees moving down to Florida for the warmer climate. They do have a small vehicle that reminds you of a hovering golf cart now that you think about it.

So, yes, after days of discussing everything with your grandfather that you can think of and soaking up as much time with him as you can, you're starting to go a little stir crazy.

Which is perhaps how you've managed to get caught doing something that you definitely should not have been doing without Din's permission this morning.

The man in question had been out in the hangar working on his secret little project with your grandfather, and so you'd been in the Space RV feeling like you needed to keep yourself occupied in order to give the men the freedom to work without needing to act suspicious about it.

The kid was also outside, playing with one of the smaller BD droids that Peli keeps around. He's taken a liking to the small robot in the last few days and their friendship is very cute. It would put his relationship with Jupiter to shame.

Peli has been quick to offer up babysitting services all week so you've had very little to do as far as your nanny duties go. After the revelation she'd shared with you a few days prior, you haven't had the heart to deny any of her requests to watch the child for you. It's clear that she misses acting on the maternal instincts that are still buried deep within her. The kid loves her chaotic personality, so he's been just as happy to spend time with her every day.

Without Din or the kid around you'd found yourself wandering aimlessly around the ship, quickly running out of things to keep you occupied. Yoga helped for a bit, but you'd been too antsy to properly relax into it. Then, foolishly, you made yourself a sweet cup of caf which really made you antsy.

On your third time pacing the lower half of the ship, you'd noticed Cobb's beskar armor where Din had neatly put it away in a storage net on the wall. So, naturally, you moved towards it to examine it closely. It's been there for days but it wasn't until now that you really stopped to realize that it's there. The T shaped visor has been staring you down this whole time. Very similar to Din's armor while also being completely different. It's all dinged up and it could use a fresh coat of paint but the armor itself is certainly still intact. It's still beskar, so whether it looks worn out or not you know it's one of the strongest metals in the galaxy.

The urge to do something washes over you and suddenly your hands are grasping the dark green helmet on either side, slowly and carefully removing it from the netting. The inside of it is strange, filled with more electronic circuits than you would have guessed. Little cushions of padding are placed about, presumably to protect the wearer's face when taking a hit. Curiosity takes you over in that moment, feeling the cool metal beneath your fingertips as you look into the black visor and wonder what the world looks like from the other side of it. And so you're lifting the helmet over your head, and suddenly the thing is sliding down over your face.

It's definitely fitted for a man to use, feeling huge and loose upon your slightly smaller head. The weight of it is interesting. It's there, but so much less annoying and hard on the neck than you would have imagined. Looking out through the visor it feels as if you have sunglasses on, but not at the same time. It's unlike anything you can truly compare it to. If you had one of the vambraces on you could probably control the little orange display screen within your eyesight. When Jupiter decides to saunter into the room, the little hologram starts displaying what you assume are her vital signs or at least some sort of life-form signature in Mando'a. You can only make out a letter here and a word there. The thought of it reminds you of the shots of Tony Stark's face inside the helmet of his Iron Man suit, and you wonder what you would look like with a backdrop of darkness, holographic information displayed on either side of your face.

You can hear the sound of your breathing being modulated through the helmet's speakers and you decide to say something out loud to see if it sounds different. “Buy'ce,” the Mando'a word for helmet flows from your lips. Might as well practice while you're at it.

It's hard to tell what it sounds like from inside the helmet as you say a few more things from your limited Mando'a vocabulary, pronouncing everything very slowly. It really makes you wonder how Din experiences the world.

And then you hear his voice say your name, tone alarmed and questioning. “What the hell are you doing?”

You whip around, seeing your cosmic companion through the visor. He's standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, one hip popped out to the side with his weight mostly on that leg. Din looks a little sassy if you really had to put your finger on it.

“I wanted to know what it feels like,” you say honestly, fear rising in your heart that he's about to be furious with you. “I'm probably in so much trouble right now aren't I?”

But his voice actually sounds amused when he speaks again, causing the pressure in your chest to subside. “No, love. You're not in trouble at all. I was just surprised.”

“I should have asked you first. I know non-mandos aren't supposed to wear this stuff.” You know you must have an embarrassed look on your face, and it feels weird to have that part of you be hidden from him. Being an open book with him, in every sense of the phrase, feels more natural to you.

“Normally, yes, what you are doing would be wildly sacrilegious. But this armor was already being defiled by an outsider. If it still belonged to a true Mandalorian, then I would not take kindly to seeing you wear it. Whoever owned this armor is probably long gone by now if Jawas had it. Under these circumstances, your curiosity does not offend me. That armor may have to be melted down to create something new anyway. The beskar is still in good condition and some of it could go to a foundling in need.”

“If this armor belonged to a real Mandalorian, then I don't think I would have even thought to try it on.” You say honestly, hoping the emotion in your voice is enough to get your point across. It is so unnerving for you to not be able to show your words on your face.

His head tilts, shoulders relaxing as his arms dislodge from his chest. “Always so respectful. Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

Din calling you a good girl has you wildly horny all the sudden, despite the fact that he made you cum three times before getting out of the cot this morning.

Before you can say more he continues on, “Please do not worry that I am upset with you for this. How does it feel, cyar'ika?”

Your own head tilts up a little, feeling the foreign object tilt with it as a hand raises to steady it at the base. “Honestly? A little weird. It's interesting to know that this is how you experience the world every day. The visor makes things look so tinted.”

“Not every helmet is exactly the same. That one looks old, it probably doesn't have the kinds of visual upgrades that mine has. Cobb probably also had the bright sunlight setting on. We are on Tatootine, after all.”

“I didn't even think about that! So you can change things like that to fit the environment you're in? That's so cool.”

“A Mandalorian's helmet is a lot more comfortable than one would think,” Din says with amusement. “Do you think we would never take them off if it was a pain in the ass to wear it?”

Blushing a little, unbeknownst to your friend, you can't help but say how you feel as heat envelopes your face. “I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I assumed it was a big pain in the ass and that suffering through it is like part of the creed or something.”

Din actually laughs quite hard at that. “Oh, cyar'ika. What you must have thought of me.”

“I just thought you were a glutton for punishment. It's also kind of stuffy. And smells like Cobb's sweat if I had to guess.” You say this last part with your nose scrunched up.

“Mine has up to date climate control. The inside should also have a self cleaning function, but I doubt that Cobb knew everything about the armor's functionality.”

“So... How do I look?”

Din looks you over for a long moment before answering. “Not bad. Formidable, even. I'm actually a little surprised by how attractive I find it to be on you. If I wasn't already spent from this morning I might want to bend you over right here and fuck you while you wear it.”

That nearly sends you over the edge, feeling the familiar ache of need in your already sensitive core. “I'm surprised too, considering what you told me about not being attracted to other Mandalorians.”

“Perhaps it is about truly knowing who is underneath the beskar. But I think I'll always prefer you without it. My girl is far too mesh'la to be covered up.” He says in a tone that is not lost on you. It sounds almost as if he is judging himself as he says it.

You wonder idly if he's feeling hypercritical at all. If he is, you just hope that he does not feel any pressure from you to feel that way. He should know by now that you do not have any expectations where his helmet or his creed are concerned.

“Well I think I'm ready to show you my beautiful face again,” you say, lifting the beskar from your head. Once the world looks normal to you again, you breathe in deeply and flash Din your best smile. “Like I said, I was just curious. I've wanted to know what that feels like since the day we met, so I figured I should take the opportunity to try it while I could. It's always nice to feel like I understand you just a little bit more. I enjoy being able to have a frame of reference for what you experience.”

“Mm,” he hums, the sound of it very fond.

You put the helmet back where you found it before moving to close the distance between yourself and your Mandalorian. “What do you plan to do with that armor anyway?”

Din shrugs, gloved hands reaching out to touch you. “Eventually I would like to find the covert I used to be a part of and drop it off with them. There is one there we call 'The Armorer'. She is responsible for forging the beskar into armor and weaponry for my people. She made everything I have. She's as talented as she is wise. When my mentor became an apostate and left The Tribe many years ago, I began looking to her for guidance. I believe she would like you despite your status as an outsider.”

“I love your armor so my compliments to the chef,” a laugh bursts from your chest when he tilts his head at you like you're crazy. “It's just a dumb Earth phrase, don't mind me.”

“I figured,” he chuckles, fingers squeezing your upper arms in little massaging motions.

“Oh! This reminds me,” you say with excitement, hands grazing over the lines of Din's chest plate. “I meant to ask you, can a Mandalorian decorate their armor any way they choose? Or was that armor being desecrated or something?”

Shaking his head, he answers, “No, I'm willing to bet that this armor was likely painted by its true owner. Many of my kind do paint or decorate their armor in a way that best suits their personality or their status. See that symbol on the left pauldron? That is the ancient Mythosaur. A creature known only to Mandalore that went extinct a long long time ago. My people use the skull as a symbol to represent our world, even if the planet itself is a ruined wasteland.”

You allow that information to soak in for a moment before asking, “So with your armor, you chose to keep it the silver of the beskar? You really are my Chrome Dome then.”

He shrugs, “I always preferred the look of the steel itself. I find it to be more aesthetically pleasing than gaudy colors or loud symbols. My original armor was painted, because I was very young when I first got it. Like most young people I was trying my best to fit in. But when my original helmet became too small and I was in need of a replacement, I decided not to paint this one. I liked the look of it so much that I chose to do the same when the rest of my armor was replaced as well.”

The smile that finds your lips and eyes is so full of adoration for your best friend. “This makes so much sense when I really think about it. Just knowing you and your personality, for some reason the sleek clean look of it is very fitting. It's a great look, by the way. Very sexy.”

“Mm,” Din agrees, leaning his head forward for a Mandalorian kiss. “Let's go see what the kid is up to. I'm sure Peli could use the break.”

“I'm sure she will act like she doesn't want one, though. But I could use some kid time. I've been missing him these last few days. I hate to say it but I am actually feeling ready to leave Tatooine soon. I miss our routine with him. And he wouldn't know it but he needs his routine. Have you noticed how fussy he's been getting in the afternoons? His naps have been all over the place and he's been staying up way too late. Don't get me started on meal times.”

“'Children need structure' is I think the way you used to put it when you first joined us,” Din says with a chuckle, beginning to break away from you in order to exit the ship.

An eyebrow raises as you smirk at him, “and am I wrong or did things get a lot easier when I moved in and forced everyone to get on a schedule?”

“So many things got easier when you moved in,” he intones earnestly.

“Thanks for saying that,” you blush a little, his tone of voice working you over with how genuine it feels. Even after months of being around him, Din speaking is still enough to make you weak.

“It's the truth,” he replies simply.

“Yeah, but it feels nice to have you acknowledge it.”

As the two of you make your way down the ramp of the Razor Crest, Din looks over his shoulder back at you and says, “You have no idea how strange it felt to walk on to the ship and see you standing there looking like one of my kind. It was... a little unnerving.”

You cringe a little, hating to have made him uncomfortable even for a moment. “I really should have asked you before I did that. Even under the circumstances, it felt kinda wrong. It's not my beskar armor to wear.”

“That's right, miss,” an unfamiliar accented voice says off to the side of the ship. “It's my beskar armor to wear.”

Both yourself and Din's heads snap to the side, looking to see a man and woman standing in the entrance way of Hangar 3-5. The man is bald and looks a little worse for wear in slightly tattered desert clothes. The woman, with long dark hair in a braid and an interesting black and red outfit, looks like she could kick your ass with the swift cock of an eyebrow. Both are carrying weapons, but neither of them have any drawn.

“Mando! What in the hell is going on here? I run a semi-respectful business here, you know!” Peli comes stomping out of her office with your grandfather in tow. The kid is nestled in your grandfather's arms, and the sight of it warms your heart more than you thought possible in the heat of Tatooine's suns. But it's hard to focus on that with these strangers making their way into the Hangar with looks of ill intent on both of their faces.

“Is there a problem?” Richard asks sternly as the kid looks around with a worried expression.

“I am only here for the armor,” the man says, looking right at Din.

Din's hand is already on the blaster strapped to his hip, ready to pull it out in a moment's notice. His other hand is slowly urging you behind him and the protection of his beskar. “If you want my armor you'll have to peel it off my dead body.”

The man looks irritated, sending a flat look Din's way. “I don't want your armor. I want my armor. The armor you took from Cobb Vanth. It belongs to me.”

Din's voice is surprised, “Are you Mandalorian?”

“I'm a simple man making his way through the galaxy. Like my father before me.”

“How is that an answer?” You mumble under your breath, knowing Din probably heard you and is ignoring it as you both make your way off the ramp and onto the sand with everyone else.

“Did you take the creed?” Din asks, clearly on edge.

Another weird vague response comes from the stranger standing before your family, “I give my allegiance to no one.”

Din visibly tenses, hand even more ready to grab the blaster than it was a moment ago. “Give me one reason not to take you down where you stand.”

The woman finally speaks, “Because we have a bargain to make with you. I wanted to hide up there and trail my sniper rifle on your girlfriend or your kid for leverage, but he convinced me otherwise.”

“Peace should always be the first attempt before a threat if it can be helped,” the man says simply. “I would like for us to be allies, Mandalorian.”

The woman looks at Din with a look you're not able to place, then she smirks. “What's the matter, Mando? You look as if you've seen a ghost.”

“You were dead,” Din replies matter-of-factly.

“You two know each other?” Unable to help it, the question comes out with an incredulous tone. The heavy hitters of this situation ignore you, and you resist the urge to huff out loud.

The strange man interjects, “Fennec Shand was left for dead in the sands, as was I. But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched.”

Jeez, this guy talks like a fortune cookie, you think with a quick roll of the eyes.

“In my case, Boba Fett was that fate. Now I am in his service.” The woman, Fennec, gives a small bow of the head as she says this.

“And I want my armor back,” Fett says for the umpteenth time. “With it I intend to take over Jabba the Hutt's criminal empire.”

Din continues to argue, unwavering. “The beskar belongs to the Mandalorian people.”

“The armor belonged to my father, who was a Mandalorian foundling. Now it belongs to me.”

“Tell me why I should believe you.”

“You can check the chain codes. Mine has been encoded in the armor for 25 years. The armor was given to my father, Jango, by your forebears.”

“Your father was truly a foundling?”

“Yes. He even fought in the Mandalorian civil wars.”

Din seems to mull this over, glancing to Fennec then back to Fett. “You said you came to make a bargain. What's the deal?”

“In return for the armor I will ensure the safety of you and yours. That one there has a hefty bounty on his head, and I received word last night that there are multiple hunters here in Mos Eisley to collect.” As Boba says this, he gestures to Richard and the kid.

You can't help but tense up, asking quietly, “The kid still has a bounty on him?”

“Not the little one, the engineer,” Fennec says, looking right at you. “From what I gather he is important to you, specifically. And since you are important to Mando, we figured it was a safe bet that he would take the deal.”

“Have you guys been spying on us?” You ask, wide eyed and now wildly uncomfortable.

“How many bounty hunters are here?” Richard asks, tone serious as he moves forward to hand the baby to you.

“Only one that matters,” a new voice enters the hangar, and a small gang of aliens come waltzing up to the group. Each one of them is a different species you've never seen before, with the leader being some kind of alien with red skin and five inch horns growing from his head. He's massive, built like an American football player. The four goons he has with him are far less intimidating, but all have a blaster or two raised.

One goon spots Din and looks visibly worried. “Boss, isn't that shiny guy Greef Karga's best bounty hunter? The Mandalorian? Did he get to the bounty before us?”

The leader scoffs, “That would be the case, if he or Greef Karga were still a part of the guild. Word is you've both gone soft, Mando. Is that true?”

“Gruna Berav,” Din says the name with venom on his tongue as his hand encircles his blaster. “I don't know where you heard that I've gone soft, but your source is sorely mistaken.”

Before you can have a chance to think about finding your own weapon back on the ship, the world around you breaks out into a cacophony of blaster fire and chaos. Maternal instincts kick in as you dive behind the landspeeder that Peli's been working on all week with the child in your arms. Unfortunately her client will have to wait a few more days for it now that it's being peppered with blaster hits. You can hear her lamenting as much to your side, and realize that she's crouched down beside you, throwing the tools from her utility belt over her head and into the scuffle. The pained sounding squeal of a nearby droid makes the child's ears swoop down in dismay, so you cradle him to you and try to calm him with little shushing noises.

Sand is being kicked up all around and every few seconds a red beam of light flies right over your head. You can hear Din yelling tactical things to Fennec and Boba. Then after a few more sounds of hand to hand combat and a noise that sounds like your grandfather's voice being taken by surprise, Din yells his name sharply.

“Richard!”

Peli's head shoots up over the safety of the landspeeder, a look of horror overcoming her face as she stands to her full height and runs forward.

“Richard!” she yells. “You leave him alone you big ugly jerk!”

You stand just in time to see one of the goons holding your grandfather with a blaster to his head. Two of Berav's henchmen are writhing around on the ground in pain. Berav kicks one of them and tells him to get his ass up.

The air is thick with the tension of the situation. You're scared to so much as move, lest you cause the goon holding your grandfather hostage to pull the trigger of his blaster in surprise. Everyone on your side seems to feel the same way, staying as still as possible.

“We'll be taking our prize now,” Berav says, already backing up. “You'd do well not to follow us. Won't do you any good. Our ship isn't far and we'll have the old man in carbonite before you can say 'podracing.'”

“Just listen to him, I don't want to see any of you get hurt,” Richard says, eyes flicking frantically between yourself and Peli. He's speaking to the two of you directly. “Remember those slavers I narrowly escaped? I knew this bounty on my head was a possibility. I'll just go and face the consequences.”

Berav snarls, smirking. “Good, it's so much easier for me if you're compliant. Boys! Let's get the hell off of this dump of a planet. The heat is starting to piss me off, and no one wants me to be pissed off today.”

With that, the bounty hunter and his henchmen all turn to leave, your grandfather still being led with a blaster to his skull. The gang all climb onto a landspeeder parked outside of Hangar 3-5, and then suddenly they're gone.

Peli begins freaking out, grabbing Din by the shoulders and demanding that he do something about this. In your arms the kid makes sad little noises, ears cast down.

Din turns to you, and you nod to him with a small voice as you say, “Please save him.”

That seems to be all Din needs to hear, turning to face Boba Fett. “The armor is just inside the Razor Crest. Help me retrieve her grandfather and ensure that all bounty hunters on Tatooine leave them alone and it's yours.”

And so Boba retrieves his armor, emerging down the ramp of the Crest wearing that same helmet you'd had on not a half hour prior. As if still feeling the need to explain himself, he walks up to Din with his right vambrace raised. He clicks a few commands and an orange holographic display with a bunch of words written in Mando'a pops up. You're only able to make out a few letters here and there.

“As I said, my chain code has been encoded in this armor for 25 years. That's me,” he points to a cluster of letters, “Boba Fett. There is my father, Jango Fett.”

Din nods respectfully, “Then this armor belongs to you, even if you do not walk The Way.”

Boba nods back, “I appreciate its return. We will carry out our debt to you and ensure the safety of the engineer.”

Fennec says next, “We need to move now if we're going to catch them.”

“The jet packs will be our best bet,” Din agrees, looking at you. “I will bring him back.”

“Please do,” you reply shakily, nerves wrecked from the sudden events of the last twenty minutes.

With that the two men in Mandalorian armor fly off, and you're quickly dumping the child into Peli's arms. Running into the ship to grab weapons of your own, you run back down to the speederbike you had ridden on with Din a few days prior. Fennec looks at you with a raised eyebrow when you tell her to get on.

“I don't know how to work this thing so you need to drive.” You say, trying your best to sound assertive to this intimidating stranger with a rifle strapped to her back.

Fennec just shrugs, swinging a leg over the side as you climb on behind her. You look back to Peli, who looks both angry and frantic at the same time. Knowing how much she cares for your grandfather, you're sure she's a mess right now. “Keep the kid safe for me?” You ask.

“And you bring Richard back to me,” she agrees with a nod before she begins screaming orders for her droids to start cleaning up the mess left behind from the blaster fight. “I need that client's landspeeder patched up NOW! Chop chop!”

*****

There are sounds of more blasterfire and commotion up ahead as Fennec speeds through Mos Eisley. Clearly this woman knows this city, the ease with which she bobs and weaves through its streets impresses you. An explosion, with a subsequent cloud of smoke, alerts your party of where to go next. She hooks a hard right, and then another, and suddenly the speederbike is coming up on a scene of violence and chaos on the outskirts of town.

The gang from before are scattered around the base of a ship similar in size to the Razor Crest. Din and Boba are both firing blasters and fighting hand to hand. Fennec stops the bike and immediately crouches down beside it, readying the rifle from her back. You move to crouch behind the ground level outcropping from one of the buildings with your blaster cocked and ready.

Peeking around to get a glimpse of the action, you're impressed to see Boba use some sort of small rocket from his knee before he whips around and shoots his next attacker right in the chest. Even in the midst of the chaos you quickly wonder if Din has one of those.

The other thing you take note of is that the goons are all there but Berav and your grandfather are nowhere to be seen. They must be up in the ship, which isn't going anywhere anytime soon judging by the smoke billowing out from the right engine turbine. That must have been the explosion from a few minutes ago, and you're willing to bet that it's Din or Boba's doing. The men are tied up with the goons, as more of them have appeared. From where, you don't know. It's crazy and reckless considering how little you actually feel ready to be thrust into these kinds of high stakes situations, but you know you've got to try and get on that ship while everyone else is distracted.

You call over to Fennec, “I think he's in that ship. Can you cover me while I try to sneak my way over to it?”

She nods at you once, “I can.”

“Are you good with that thing?” You ask, gesturing to the rifle.

“I never miss,” she replies confidently.

That's enough for you, so you take one more look around the corner of your hiding spot and begin to crouch your way into the pit of golden sand, blasterfire, and danger. You tell yourself this is like playing Far Cry 3. You just need to take it slow and keep your eyes on your surroundings as you hide behind various objects before crawling to the next. Fennec takes down one goon as he approaches your hiding spot, and you send her a look of gratitude before quickly moving on to the next.

Once you're close enough to the ship's ramp that you've got no more options for objects to hide behind, you take one more look at everything going on around you. Din just sent a guy flying six feet backwards with a single kick to the chest, and were you not stuck in a life or death situation to save your only father figure, your mouth may have started watering at the sight of it.

This isn't the time for that, so you check around for the all clear before leaving the marginal safety of your hiding spot to book it for the ship. A few shots fire in front and behind you, but you just keep your feet pounding into the ground as you make your way up and into the ship. Blaster drawn, your eyes flick back and forth for any sign of life. The layout of this ship is so different from the Razor Crest. It's bigger, which makes sense considering the size of Berav's crew.

Suddenly up ahead you hear a pair of voices arguing, and the sound of some machinery kicking to life. Speeding up, you round a corner and see that you're in a room similar to Din's cargo hold on the Crest. The same kind of technology is set up for freezing a bounty in carbonite, and your grandfather is standing in the center of the device looking as if he's ready to spit in the face of the alien trying to freeze him. You can't help the smirk that finds your lips when your grandfather tells the red alien to go fuck himself.

Before you can think of your next move, Berav is initiating the freezing sequence. In a quick burst of hissing mist, your Grandfather is suddenly standing encased in the same charcoal gray material you've only seen a handful of times. Din only let you watch him freeze someone once. You'd mostly only ever seen the aftermath, and you're horrified to see the process happening now in real time to someone you love. His frozen facial expression sends a shiver up your spine.

Panic begins to seep into your mind, but Din's training and Mandalorian wisdom about staying calm in the face of peril are pushing back against that panic. It's like patching a leak almost, his voice in your mind bringing you back to a state of awareness. With a deep breath, you steady yourself.

Seeing a window of opportunity, you fire your blaster into Berav's shoulder. He howls in anger, whipping around with feral rage on his face. Nostrils flaring, the beast of a man charges towards you. You fire a few more times, but the hits don't seem to bother him as he easily rips the blaster from your unsuspecting hands. You're able to block his first hit and dodge the next, and then you foolishly decide to slam a closed fist into his jaw. It hits hard, sending his head sharply to the left. But it isn't enough, and it brings every bone in your hand to the brink of breaking. Or at the very least it feels that way, the agony in your knuckles unimaginable. The ricochet up your arm makes the entire limb feel tingly and almost numb for a moment.

“Not bad for a weak little human woman.” Berav smirks down at you as he looms over your entire person easily. He's so much bigger than you and you're suddenly more aware of it than you ever were before. “You're a pretty one,” he says, a gigantic hand coming to your neck.

A sharp, gargled cry erupts from your throat as much as it possibly can as he slams your entire body against the nearest wall, sliding you up about a foot so that your feet are no longer touching the ground. The back of your head hit the wall pretty hard, throbbing already. The pressure of his palm and fingers digging into your esophagus is unlike anything you've ever experienced when being choked by a lover. This is what it feels like to be choked for real, by someone who truly wants to hurt you. Tears well in your eyes as the severity of the situation washes over you, your feet kicking furiously at him as both your hands claw fruitlessly at the one pinning you to the wall. You're quickly losing air and steam, but you're not going to go out without a fight.

“You'd fetch a decent price at the slave markets,” he says, looking your body up and down hungrily as he licks his lips. “Or maybe I'll just keep you for myself.”

Berav's face is starting to blur, your vision beginning to darken around the edges. You can't breathe at all, and the fight is starting to leave your body as your legs go still and your arms begin to dangle at your sides. You're about to pass out and you can feel it. Any moment now you'll lose consciousness and something terrible is going to happen.

Blaster fire coming from your right brings you back to reality, and suddenly the pressure around your neck loosens and your feet sink back down to the floor. Berav's expression looks both pained and surprised, while becoming increasingly more blank. It only occurs to you as his body is slumping down and falling to the side that he's got a hole in his head and a lot of blood is leaking out of it.

Grasping at your crushed throat, you look to where that shot had come from and see Din standing there breathing heavily. The beskar upon his chest rising and falling at a dramatic rate.

“Thanks for the save, Chrome Dome,” you croak out, vocal muscles feeling strained as you brace yourself on the wall and catch your breath.

“Cyare,” Din rushes towards you, “how badly are you hurt?” Grabbing your chin with a gentle gloved hand, he lifts your head a little to examine your neck. “Shit. That's going to bruise.”

You shake your head, “I'll be okay but Berav froze Grandad, Din. Please help him.”

“Stay here and try not to talk much. Your vocal cords may have been bruised a little too. I can tell by the strain in your voice.”

Nodding, you opt to listen to him rather than come up with some sort of quip like you usually would. As Din moves over to the controls of the carbonite chamber, Boba Fett enters the room with his weapon raised.

“Mando, did you retrieve your man?” He asks, looking around a little before he notices you slumped against the wall. Following Din's orders not to speak, you flash the man a thumbs up before gesturing to your neck and jerking the thumb over in Din's direction.

“I'm unfreezing him now,” Din responds, nodding to Boba. “It's only been a few minutes, he shouldn't have many symptoms of carbonite sickness.”

Relieved at Din's words, especially since you recall that temporary blindness is a symptom of carbonite sickness, you can't help but let a few words fall from your lips. “Thank you both,” you say weakly.

*****

Later that evening, once Richard is back to normal and the rest of the bounty hunters looking for him have been taken care of, you find yourself curled up in the cot with your old hoodie on to keep you comforted. The child is getting settled in his hammock above you. Jupiter is curled up down by your stomach, purring heavily as you stroke the orange fur on her back and hum quietly to yourself. After some bacta pills and a few cups of tea your voice is already beginning to sound and feel much better. The dark hand print on your neck will likely be there for a few days, though.

Din comes into view as he leans down at the mouth of the cot to look in on you. “How are you feeling?”

“I'm okay. Physically feeling better. Emotionally, I'm completely worn out and I'm worried that you're mad at me.” You avoid his gaze as you say that last part.

“Mad at you?” He sounds completely shocked as he repeats the phrase back to you, which immediately starts to alleviate your fears.

“I put myself in a dangerous situation when I wasn't ready for it. That Berav guy could have killed me, or worse. I asked you to save Grandad and then I tried to do it myself anyway. It was reckless and cocky.”

“It was Mandalorian,” he says seriously, moving to squat down in front of the cot. “Cyar'ika, do you have any idea how proud I was when I saw Fennec pull up to the fight with you on her back? You risked your life to try and save someone you care for. For the second time since I've known you, you have proven that your heart is similar to that of my kind. I know that this time our enemy got the better of you but you still fought with honor to protect your clan. For that I could never be mad at you. If anything this proves that your training must continue, but no amount of training can prevent the fact that close calls are bound to happen. I've certainly had my fair share.”

“Thank you for always respecting me. I'm still not used to that,” you say softly, eyes welling a little bit. You know these are tears that won't fall, but are a small manifestation of the emotion swelling in your chest. “Come to bed?” you ask, patting the little bit of space meant for him in front of you.

“One of these days we'll sleep in a real one again,” he says with a chuckle as he climbs in. Jupiter gives him a cat's equivalent to a dirty look for taking her spot as she gets up and runs off to another part of the ship.

“Thank you for saving my family today,” you say quietly as his body settles in front of you. It feels silly to face each other in such a small compartment, but clearly he'd wanted to look at you. His helmet is only inches from your face. Your voice is so soft as you add, “Thank you for being my family.”

“Thank you for being mine,” Din's voice is almost just as soft.

*****

A few days later, Din finds himself in the local cantina having a long conversation with Boba Fett about what his life was like as a revered bounty hunter before the war ended five years ago. It started as tales of glory and conquest, but soon it became a conversation about what it really means to live such a constantly violent lifestyle. Din takes comfort in knowing he's not the only bounty hunter who's become disenchanted with it.

Boba tells Din of hunting Han Solo, the sarlacc pit, and of his time with the Tusken people, saving Fennec. He explains how he came to terms with the fact that the people who had been paying people like them to hunt other sentient beings for money were scum who did not care about anything other than making credits. He then tells Din of his plans to take over Jabba the Hutt's palace to start a gang of his own, and asks Din if he wants in on it.

“I appreciate the offer, but I have matters of my own to attend to,” Din says, nodding once.

“Well remember that you have an ally here on Tatooine, Mando. If you ever need anything from me please do not hesitate to ask. I will continue to ensure the safety of the engineer. If any more bounty hunters come for him, they will have to go through me.”

“Thank you, Boba. And likewise, if you ever need my assistance I will do my best to extend it. I have a friend on Nevarro who may be able to help get the bounty on Richard removed. We will head there next to see what can be done,” Din says, extending a hand. His new friend takes the offered handshake and the men go their separate ways.

When Din makes his way back to the hangar, he finds that you are sharing a tearful moment with your grandfather. He's about to make himself scarce, but Richard notices him and beckons him over.

“Mando, I just want to thank you again for getting me out of that carbonite.” He says as shakes Din's hand. “And for taking good care of my granddaughter.”

Din nods, “This is the way.”

“What the hell does he mean by that?” Richard asks you with a small grin tucked away in his beard.

You chuckle, looking at Din with a knowing glance. “Only a Mandalorian can really understand, Grandad.”

“Oh maker! I am just not ready for you guys to leave and take this little one from me,” Peli says dramatically as she emerges from the other side of the ship with the child in her arms. Then she sends a pointed look Din's way. “But I am ready for you to get that damn Razor Crest out of my hangar. Do you know how much business I'm missing out on with that thing taking up all the space around here?”

Din shakes his head, smiling at his eccentric friend beneath the beskar. “May you receive much business after we depart, Peli.”

“Indeed,” she says with a nod, handing the child over to him as she moves to give you a hug. “Remember what I told you,” she reminds you cryptically, much to Din's curiosity.

“I will,” you reply as you dislodge from her arms. “Thank you for everything, Peli. We will visit again, but until then please take good care of the old man. Keep him out of trouble.”

“Hey now,” Richard says with a comedic tone of false warning. “Before you go, I have a gift for you both.”

The old man leaves for a moment and returns with two items. One is your personal device from Earth, and the other is what looks like a small L0-LA unit droid, or what's left of it at least.

“I managed to figure out a way to download all of your files from this thing and save them for myself. I created a playback device for myself using some old droid materials, and I used this L0 to make one for you as well.” Richard hands the personal device over to you, and hands the little droid unit to Din. The child looks at it curiously. “I've also made copies of everything on a hard drive for myself, as well as this one for you. Just in case anything happens to either of your devices.” He hands the small rectangular shaped file storage system over to you. “It should interface easily with most computers.”

Din looks at the little robot in his hand, shaking his head as he begins to hand it back to him. “No droids,” he says simply. “I don't like having them on my ship if I can help it.”

Richard shakes his own head in return, a hand up to stop Din. “That little L0's original AI programming and functionality is long gone. It was wiped clean well before I ever got my hands on it. It's too busted to ever be restored to its original purpose, and now it will only ever work as a music player. It's got every song from her iPad on it. You can control what you're listening to with the removable remote I've attached to it, as well as the volume.”

“You're sure it can no longer function as a droid?”

Richard nods, “I'm sure. It was fun to tinker around with. She mentioned how much you enjoyed her music, and I figured you could use a personal device of your own so it can feel like your music too.”

Din's reaction to that surprises him, a small wave of emotion rolling over him. He nods once, “Thank you.”

With that, everyone says a few more goodbyes and the little group on the Razor Crest is making their way up the ramp and into the ship. Peli and Richard are both standing there waving as the ramp lifts up to close, and when both of them are out of sight a little noise erupts from where you stand beside him. Tears are running freely down your face, and you turn to look up at him with a loud sniff to clear your nasal cavity.

“We will see him again, cyare.”

“I know,” you nod, moving to hug him. “I just don't want it to be several years again.”

“It won't. But we must see if Greef can get one of his friends in the guild to get rid of the bounty on Richard's head or he will not be safe anywhere.” Din reminds you of this, leaning into your touch as you sigh into his shoulder.

The child reaches over to hug you as well and for a moment Din just savors the feeling of having the two most cherished individuals in his life in his arms.

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[overwhelmed-transpolymath]

RWBY - Rimworld AAR Day Two

This is part two of my ongoing RWBY - Rimworld playthrough. We are finally out of the early game setup and are well into the foundational phase of the colony. This time around we've got construction, more relationships, raids, and Lovin, so much Lovin.

Last we had left off the colony had fended off its first raid, slaughtering a bunch of Viking clansman without much trouble. Everyone quickly got back to work, or sleep as the raid did happen in the night.

As they worked before sleep, Yang's flirting finally came through and got her a new lover. Its Blake, Bees for the win. Though I do have to wonder, just what about your hands were you talking about Yang? It better not be a vibrating function.

And so soon after the first raid, we've got a group of Saurids, lizard like humans who lay eggs instead of live births.

Needless to say, for the main group it did not go well, they grouped up nice and tight for Yang's shotgun, and suffered for it. And for the one guy who tried to flank well... he met Ruby's dane axe and got disemboweled. I ended up choosing a dane axe for Ruby's weapon because its the closest thing my mods have to a scythe, big heavy bladed weapon that can rock someone flat. Now before I contunie with the day, I figured I'd give a quick colony tour.

To the left is the RWBY house. Nice big bed, bathroom, the research bench, the initial table and dartboard. Its cozy and does the job well enough for the first building of the colony. To the right you've got the workshop and warehouse, and also Olitite's bedroom because I can't waste time building a house for the dirtmole while I'm building out the mountain base.

Then we've got the kitchen, proper dining room and cold storage, as well as the entrance to the mountain base. Good times all round.

And last but not least, the planned out mountain base, the four smaller rooms on the bottom will be bedrooms, a garage near the kitchen, a church/ideology room right off the entrance and some type of storage behind it. Research lab and hospital will be deeper in. That nice little open space between the mountains will probably be for shuttle landing and solar panels. Nice and safe from the horrors of the outside.

And just after taking the screenshots for a base tour, the Hustler Crew, a group of pirates, wants me to pay protection money. I think not, needless to say they sent three, under equipped pirates who met a very quick fate at the hands of our girls. These early game raids before the wealth tics up are really nothing to speak home about.

And Ruby, after defeating yet another batch of pirates, has decided to woo Blake next, making her, officially, the first to be dating all her teammates minus Yang. Round of applause to her.

Funny moment, Yang sealed up her girlfriend cask of amontillado style, by building a wall and sealing her into the cave. Thankfully Olitite the dirtmole miner was able to quickly unseal her before anything truly bad happened. Lucky Blake.

Go Weiss not letting Ruby have all the fun. The girls are well and truly on their way to a Pollination polycule and I can't fault them for it (afterall I did the setup and practically guaranteed this outcome)

Despite starting a new fresh romance, Blake isn't one to leave Yang behind, and we have our first marriage proposal, though spoiler alert they won't be the first ones actually married.

And that is largely because Weiss is stealing Yang's thunder proposing to Ruby right after. I do wonder if the two planned this out though.

Before the marriages could occur however, a Deserter from the empire came to us with an offer of psylinks, and we want those because our girls need their semblances (Or at least psycasting as close to them as possible.) And the empire are a bunch of slaving, hierarchical noble bastards, and I don't believe team RWBY would tolerate that. it was only a matter of accepting in the deserter Geere, who is, unfortunately a pyromaniac, and then defeating the empire troops who arrived. Only three of them, and two of them got in a social fight as we approached, which made it very very easy to dispatch them.

So the colony was humming along nicely, easy raids dispatched two of them infact. A group of cannibal tribespeople, and a group of pig hybrids. Now earlier I mentioned that raid and threat strength scales with colony wealth, and we've been pretty low on that. The game decided however, that that was not enough and gave me two jade meteors and a gold one. Oh boy, our wealth just skyrocketed on the map. This however, is a problem for future RWBY.

Perhaps because of the raids, and the newfound wealth, Weiss finally got around to asking Blake to marry her. I absolutely love where this is going for them.

And it was time for a quick leadership speech from Ruby as the mountain base is well on its way to completion. With the church of the brothers being nearly finished. I did a neat little thing with the carpet, having both of them represented in deep purple and a pastel yellow respectively.

And, speeding ahead of Blake and Yang, perhaps just to steal Yang's thunder, Weiss and Ruby are now married. I used some console fuckery to change their last names to Rose-Schnee because it fits better than Ruby Schnee.

And what is a wedding without an unexpected guest, and psychic phenomena. An archon from beyond showed up, perhaps attracted by all the gold we mined, thankfully it was just the one, so hitting him with all the gunfire in the world drove him back to whence he came. Though he didn't die, so he may be back. Joy.

Blake and Yang, not to be outdone had their wedding in the now completed church, good for them.

Though it seems they couldn't wait for the party to be over before consummating the marriage. Slipping off into the storage closet for a quickie, before the party was even done. I love when pawns actually get into their characters because this is totally a thing they would both do at their wedding.

And a day or two after that, Blake and Weiss finally tied the knot. Our pollination married polycule is nearly complete. With that, the session ended as I had to go to work. However before I go, I'm going to show you all the places these girls decided to get it on that wasn't their bed. I'm trying out the new Intimacy Expanded Mod, its great so far, though it seems they prefer everywhere but their bed.

Oh my indeed. Everywhere but the bed it seems with them. I'm a particular fan of that first image because Weiss is researching, Yang is playing dart while Ruby and Blake go at it, just near the bed not on it of course, because who needs comfort.

Thats all from session two, heres to the next day and whatever it may bring!

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day nine

tfa sentinel

tws/content- public (closet), object insertion, finger biting, masochism (?), masturbation, choking, self degradation (?)

a/n- slut (affectionate)

If Sentinel doesn’t get something inside of him, he thinks he’ll explode. He’s way too warm, he’s shaking, his array is throbbing underneath his panels. Sentinel ducks into a storage closet from the hallway he was walking in.

His interface panels pop open without a needed command, he slides down from the wall onto the floor. Completely ignoring his spike, he pushes shaking digits into his valve, sliding in and out with a scissor motion.

Sentinel bites his derma to prevent a wanton moan, looking beside him for something safe he could stretch himself with. The cans and energon bottles were too flat on the top, the spray bottles were too oddly shaped. The mop was too thin and too long and he’s growing increasingly impatient.

His lubricant leaks onto the cold floor, smearing on his aft as he reaches for a replacement handle for a broom. It almost looks like a faux spike in the dark, hopefully feels like one too. It’s flared a bit at the base and has a blunt circular tip. He runs the object across his glossa before sliding it into him.

His optics widen as he gasps, he didn’t expect for it to reach his ceiling node. He gives a long, loud whimper, silently hoping that no one was in the hallway.

How disgusted would the bot be if they saw Sentinel like this, using a replacement handle to self service? He rocks his hips side to side, massaging the node placed deep in him, scrunching his faceplates in pleasure and choking out his groans.

He grabs hold to the end of the handle, thrusting his hips up to chase that too-much feeling. He shoves digits into his intake, effectively quieting his moans.

Sentinel’s array throbs, an overload building in his circuits makes him grow tight on the handle, biting his digits to silence himself. It makes his servo hurt, but it’s better than being caught like this.

He tilts the handle vertically as much as his anatomy lets him, making the grip texture on it slides against his exterior node, through his folds. The tip rams into the lower part of his ceiling node, he pushes the digits in his intake towards his fuel seal. The almost-touch of his digits in his neck cables forces him to choke, effectively dampening the strong urge to moan until his vocalizer gave out.

The prime bites down again as a wave of white hot sharpness rages to his core. Sentinel overloads with a half silenced and desperate moan, rubbing the handle back and forth pressed against his array to ride the overload out.

He slumps against the back of the small closet, optics closed and limbs now limp. He gives himself a couple kliks to catch his vents before dealing with the mess he’s left, probably everywhere. He pulls the handle out of himself, setting it in front of him.

Messy. Messy fragging mech. He got transfluid all over the stupid fragging door, dammit. He blushes, embarrassed. He pulls a soft cloth from his subspace, cleaning up any transfluid or lubricant that was left on his spike, valve or aft.

Kneeling now, he rummages through a clean up cart, pulling out a handful of disposable towels and wiping away his fluids from the ground first. He sighs cleaning up the door, then wiping his lubricant off the handle.

Sentinel huffs as he sits back down, rubbing the inside of his thighs. They’ll be sore the next solar cycle, but it was definitely worth it.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil's farmers bet on solar energy and batteries to stabilize power supply

Brazilian farmers have been expanding their solar energy capacity and testing batteries as a storage solution, in a bid to make electricity supplies more predictable and potentially reduce diesel consumption, according to growers and experts.

Increased use of alternative energy in Brazil, the world's largest exporter of various food staples, means greater business for equipment providers, reduced dependence on fossil fuels, and more efficient farming.

Companies that provide energy solutions, such as WEG (WEGE3.SA), say that farmers' interest in battery-based storage systems has risen in recent months, with projects coming into fruition after a sharp drop in battery prices.

Rural properties currently account for approximately 14% of all installed solar power in Brazil, with 4.8 gigawatts distributed via small photovoltaic stations, often built on rooftops or unused land. Solar capacity in agriculture has grown more than seven-fold since 2020, when renewable-source projects took off across the country, according to a survey by the Brazilian Association of Photovoltaic Solar Energy. The association said the number of rural consumer units using solar panels had jumped to 471,000 by the end of 2024, from 54,000 four years earlier. Brazilian farmers use solar power for crop irrigation, air conditioning systems, lighting, pumping water into reservoirs and powering cold storage rooms.

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[containerhomeswiki]

How to Build a Container Home Step by Step in 2025

Container homes have become a groundbreaking trend in sustainable architecture, offering affordability, eco-friendliness, and versatility. In 2025, the process of building a container home has become even more streamlined, thanks to advanced materials and innovative designs. This comprehensive guide outlines every step to create your dream container home while ensuring compliance with modern standards.

Step 1: Planning and Design

Define Your Goals and Budget

Before starting, determine your purpose for the container home. Is it a permanent residence, a vacation property, or an investment rental? Establish a realistic budget, considering land acquisition, permits, materials, labor, and unforeseen costs.

Research Local Building Codes

Container homes must comply with local regulations, including zoning laws and building permits. Research thoroughly or consult a professional to avoid legal issues later.

Select the Right Design

Modern container homes range from minimalist single-container structures to luxurious multi-container designs. Collaborate with an architect experienced in container home construction to optimize space utilization and aesthetics.

Step 2: Choosing and Preparing Containers

Select High-Quality Containers

Opt for ISO-certified shipping containers to ensure structural integrity. Containers come in two standard sizes: 20 feet and 40 feet. Choose new or lightly used containers to avoid dealing with rust and damage.

Inspect and Clean the Containers

Thoroughly inspect the containers for dents, corrosion, or chemical residues. Once inspected, clean them using pressure washers and non-toxic cleaning solutions to eliminate contaminants.

Modify Containers for Your Design

Cut openings for windows, doors, and ventilation according to your design. Reinforce edges with steel beams to maintain structural strength during modifications.

Step 3: Securing the Foundation

Choose the Right Foundation

The type of foundation depends on your site conditions and budget. Common options include:

Concrete slab foundation for flat surfaces.

Pier foundation for uneven or sloped land.

Crawl space foundation for additional storage or ventilation.

Prepare the Site

Level the ground, remove debris, and compact the soil. Install drainage systems to prevent water pooling, which could compromise the foundation over time.

Step 4: Assembling the Structure

Position the Containers

Using cranes or heavy equipment, place the containers on the foundation as per your design. Align them carefully to ensure structural stability.

Weld and Secure Containers

Weld the containers together for a unified structure. Seal any gaps to improve insulation and prevent water leaks.

Install Structural Reinforcements

For multi-story container homes, add steel columns or beams to support the weight of the upper containers. Reinforce the roof if necessary for load-bearing purposes, such as solar panels or rooftop gardens.

Step 5: Insulation and Weatherproofing

Insulate for Comfort

Steel containers are excellent conductors of heat and cold, making insulation crucial. Popular options include:

Spray foam insulation for superior thermal performance.

Rigid foam panels for cost-effective solutions.

Natural materials like wool for eco-friendly insulation.

Weatherproof the Exterior

Apply anti-corrosion coatings to the steel surface. Seal joints with waterproof caulking to protect against moisture. Add cladding or siding for aesthetics and additional protection.

Step 6: Installing Utilities

Electrical Systems

Hire a licensed electrician to install wiring, outlets, and circuit breakers. Plan for energy-efficient systems, such as LED lighting and solar panels, to reduce your carbon footprint.

Plumbing Systems

Install water supply lines, drainage systems, and sewage connections. Consider using a tankless water heater or rainwater harvesting system for efficiency.

HVAC Systems

Choose compact and efficient heating, ventilation, and air conditioning systems to maintain comfort throughout the year.

Step 7: Interior Finishing

Walls, Floors, and Ceilings

Walls: Cover the interior with drywall, plywood, or reclaimed wood for a polished look.

Floors: Install durable flooring materials such as vinyl, laminate, or bamboo.

Ceilings: Use suspended ceilings to conceal wiring and ductwork while adding insulation.

Furniture and Fixtures

Optimize space with built-in furniture and multi-functional designs. Use modular kitchen units and compact bathroom fixtures for maximum efficiency.

Step 8: Exterior Enhancements

Landscaping

Enhance your container home’s surroundings with landscaping features such as pathways, gardens, and outdoor seating areas.

Decks and Patios

Extend your living space with a deck or patio. Use reclaimed wood or composite materials for sustainability.

Solar and Energy Systems

Install solar panels, wind turbines, or battery storage systems to power your home sustainably.

Step 9: Final Inspections and Permits

Conduct Professional Inspections

Before moving in, have professionals inspect the structure, electrical systems, plumbing, and overall safety. Address any deficiencies to ensure compliance with building codes.

Obtain Occupancy Permits

Submit all necessary documentation to local authorities and secure an occupancy permit to finalize the project.

Step 10: Maintenance and Upgrades

Regular Maintenance

Inspect your container home periodically for rust, leaks, or structural issues. Repaint and reseal the exterior as needed to maintain its durability.

Future Upgrades

Consider adding features like rainwater harvesting systems, additional solar panels, or a green roof to enhance sustainability.

Building a container home is an exciting and rewarding endeavor that combines functionality, sustainability, and modern design. By following these detailed steps, you can create a comfortable and eco-friendly living space tailored to your needs.

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[mittalsolar]

Can Solar Energy Survive the Cloudy Day Dilemma?

One of the most common misconceptions about solar energy is that it’s ineffective in cloudy or cold weather. Many people assume that solar panels only work in sunny, warm climates, but the reality is far more nuanced. This blog explores how solar energy can thrive in different weather conditions, including surprising examples from countries that receive little direct sunlight.

1. How Do Solar Panels Work in Cloudy Weather?

Solar panels generate electricity by converting sunlight into energy. While it’s true that solar panels are most efficient in direct sunlight, they can still function on cloudy days. This is because photovoltaic (PV) panels capture various wavelengths of sunlight, including diffused light that penetrates clouds. Though cloudy conditions may reduce the output of a solar panel, they don’t render it useless. Key Point: On average, solar panels still produce 10-25% of their typical energy output on a cloudy day.

2. Cold Weather and Solar Panels: Do They Still Work?

Contrary to what many people believe, solar panels actually work more efficiently in colder temperatures. Heat can reduce a solar panel’s efficiency, so cold, sunny days can sometimes lead to higher energy output than hot, sunny ones. This makes solar energy an ideal solution in regions with cold winters, such as parts of Canada, Scandinavia, and northern U.S. states.

Key Fact: Some solar installations in Alaska and Norway perform exceptionally well, even during long winters, because the panels can still generate electricity in the cold and low-light conditions.

3. The Role of Energy Storage: Overcoming Intermittency

One of the biggest challenges for solar power is its intermittent nature—solar panels can’t generate electricity at night or during long periods of cloud cover. However, advances in energy storage technology are addressing this issue. Solar batteries allow homeowners and businesses to store excess energy generated on sunny days for later use when solar production is low.

Benefits of Energy Storage: Ensures a consistent energy supply, even during periods of bad weather. Helps reduce reliance on the grid. Allows solar users to maximize the utility of the energy they produce.

4. Future Technologies to Boost Solar Efficiency in All Climates

New innovations are emerging that could make solar power even more effective in diverse weather conditions. For instance, bifacial solar panels are designed to capture light from both the front and back, increasing efficiency in low-light environments. Similarly, advancements in solar tracking systems allow panels to follow the sun’s movement, maximizing exposure even on partly cloudy days.

Conclusion

While sunny climates certainly provide the best conditions for solar energy, modern solar technology has proven that cloudy and cold weather is far from a dealbreaker. From Germany's cloudy solar success to cold regions like Alaska making the most of winter sunlight, solar power is a viable energy solution in a wide range of climates. Coupled with energy storage systems and future technological advancements, solar energy is becoming a dependable and resilient option for renewable energy, no matter the weather.

[ultrathonelectric-blog]

The entire Marathon battery range is equipped to withstand daily charge-discharge cycle, and can work even in partial state of charge condition. Our Solar Batteries are known to be durable and have an additional capability of fast recharge to deliver power packed support whenever required.

[energy-5]

Optimizing Your Solar System Year-Round

As the Earth tilts and turns, the changing seasons can have a profound effect on the performance of solar power systems. From the height of summer to the depths of winter, a solar panel owner’s strategy must adapt to ensure their system is optimized throughout the year. Let's take a closer look into how each season affects solar output and how you can maximize your system's efficiency, regardless of the weather.

Summer: Sun’s Out, Panels Out

Summer often means longer days and more direct sunlight, which is excellent news for solar energy production. In the United States, the average solar panel efficiency can climb during these months due to increased insolation – a term that refers to the amount of solar radiation reaching a given area. The Solar Energy Industries Association (SEIA) reports that in peak summer, a well-positioned solar panel system can produce twice as much energy as during winter. However, extreme heat can sometimes decrease panel efficiency, a phenomenon known as temperature coefficient, typically resulting in a performance drop of about 0.5% for every 1°C above 25°C.

Fall: Preparing for the Pivot

As fall approaches, the sun’s angle begins to lower, and days get shorter, which can lead to a decrease in solar production. Despite this, cooler temperatures can enhance panel efficiency, slightly offsetting the loss from reduced daylight. It’s essential to prepare for leaf fall during this season, as debris can obstruct panels and impact performance. A National Renewable Energy Laboratory (NREL) study suggests that a single leaf on a panel can reduce power output by up to 10%.

Winter: Weathering the Cold

Contrary to what many assume, solar panels don't go dormant in winter. They can still produce significant energy, especially in areas with strong winter sunlight. Snow can even act like a mirror, reflecting light and potentially increasing performance on clear days. The key statistic to watch, however, is daylight hours. For instance, according to the U.S. Energy Information Administration (EIA), regions like the Pacific Northwest see a reduction of about 40% in solar radiation from November through February, affecting potential output.

Spring: A Time for Tune-Ups

Spring is often seen as a time of renewal, and for solar panel systems, it's an ideal period for maintenance to optimize energy capture. As days lengthen, your solar system's production will naturally increase. To fully capitalize on this, ensure your system is free from the winter’s accumulation of dirt and debris. Data from the Department of Energy indicates that a clean solar panel is approximately 21% more efficient than one covered in the season’s grime.

Year-Round Maintenance and Monitoring

Regular maintenance is crucial for keeping your solar power system at peak performance. It’s advisable to check your system's output against benchmarks provided by your installer or local averages. Most modern systems come with apps or monitoring software, enabling you to track energy production in real-time and notice any significant discrepancies that may indicate an issue.

Utilizing Battery Storage

To truly optimize your system year-round, consider integrating battery storage. This allows you to capture excess energy during peak production times and use it when the sun isn’t shining. For example, Tesla’s Powerwall reports that, when used effectively, battery storage can increase the self-consumption of solar power from 30% to upwards of 70%.

Embracing Energy Efficiency

Lastly, optimizing a solar system isn’t just about maximizing production; it’s also about minimizing consumption. Implementing energy efficiency measures within your home can significantly impact how much solar power you need to meet your energy demands. The EPA suggests that for every kilowatt-hour of solar energy used efficiently, a typical system’s return on investment can improve by 5-10%.

By understanding and adapting to the seasonal shifts in solar production, you can ensure your system is not only effective but also contributes to a sustainable future all year round. Whether you’re dealing with the abundance of summer sun or the scarcity of winter light, these strategies will help you stay powered through every season.

[technosunenergy]

Industrial Rooftop Solar Panels in Raipur: Powering Sustainable Manufacturing and Savings

Industries across India are facing rising electricity costs, stringent sustainability regulations, and pressure to reduce their carbon footprint. In cities like Raipur, Chhattisgarh, where sunlight is abundant and industries are rapidly expanding, industrial rooftop solar panels have become a game-changer. They allow factories, warehouses, and manufacturing units to generate clean electricity right from their rooftops—reducing operational costs while ensuring a reliable power supply.

At Techno Sun Energy, we provide turnkey solutions for industrial rooftop solar panel systems in Raipur, helping businesses harness the sun to fuel growth, efficiency, and sustainability.

Why Solar for Industrial Use?

Industrial operations are energy-intensive. Whether it’s running heavy machinery, motors, or air-conditioning units, factories demand consistent and high volumes of electricity. Conventional grid electricity is not only expensive but also vulnerable to outages and tariff hikes.

This is where industrial rooftop solar systems step in—with benefits that go beyond just saving on bills:

✅ Massive Cost Reduction

Solar drastically reduces electricity bills. Many of our industrial clients have seen savings of ₹5–15 lakhs annually, depending on plant size.

✅ High ROI

With commercial power rates ranging from ₹6 to ₹10/unit, solar offers a payback period of just 3–4 years, followed by decades of free electricity.

✅ Grid Independence & Stability

Solar power reduces reliance on grid supply and diesel generators, especially during peak load hours.

✅ Green Branding & CSR Compliance

Solar adoption supports sustainability goals and improves the brand's public image. It also aids in ESG reporting and carbon credits.

Ideal Industries for Rooftop Solar in Raipur

Steel and fabrication units

Food processing factories

Pharmaceutical industries

Textile manufacturing

Plastic molding and packaging units

Automotive workshops and service centers

Warehouses and cold storage

Brick kilns and cement-based factories

If your facility has an unused rooftop, terrace, or shed, we can turn it into a powerful source of clean energy.

Types of Solar Systems for Industrial Use

At Techno Sun Energy, we offer the following system types based on your requirements:

🔹 On-Grid Industrial Solar System

Connected to the grid with net metering

Surplus energy exported for credits

Ideal for industries with daytime operations

🔹 Hybrid Industrial Solar System

Combines solar, grid, and battery backup

Ensures continuous power supply for critical machinery and IT infrastructure

🔹 Off-Grid Solar System

Best for remote units where grid supply is unreliable

Includes battery bank for full independence

Why Raipur is Ideal for Industrial Solar

Raipur, with over 300 sunny days a year, is perfect for solar energy production. The city is also a major industrial hub, supported by Chhattisgarh State Industrial Development Corporation (CSIDC) and CREDA. These agencies actively promote solar adoption in industrial zones like:

Urla Industrial Area

Siltara Sector

Bhanpuri and Birkoni

Tilda and Borjhara Clusters

Techno Sun Energy has implemented multiple industrial rooftop solar projects in these areas with measurable success.

Our Process at Techno Sun Energy

We offer end-to-end project execution for industrial solar:

Energy audit & site survey

Customized solar system design

Assistance with net metering and CREDA compliance

Installation with BIS-compliant equipment

Real-time monitoring system

Post-installation support & AMC

We use premium components from top brands like Adani, Vikram, Waaree, Growatt, Schneider, and ABB.

Case Study: 100kW Rooftop Solar at a Factory in Urla, Raipur

A steel fabrication company in Urla installed a 100kW on-grid rooftop solar system with Techno Sun Energy. Within 6 months, the unit reduced monthly power bills by ₹1.2 lakhs. The system generates approx. 12,000 units per month, providing long-term cost stability and tax benefits through accelerated depreciation.

Subsidies & Financial Benefits

Though CREDA subsidies are more applicable to residential and institutional projects, industrial users benefit from:

Accelerated depreciation (up to 40%)

GST input credits

Power Purchase Agreements (PPAs) and third-party investments

Carbon credit eligibility

Our team helps you understand and claim every available benefit.

Conclusion

Adopting industrial rooftop solar panels in Raipur is no longer a luxury—it’s a strategic and financial necessity. With the right system, your factory or warehouse can reduce energy costs, minimize environmental impact, and gain long-term energy independence.

Ready to switch to solar for your industrial unit? Contact Techno Sun Energy today for a detailed feasibility report, savings forecast, and customized solar solution tailored to your factory.

[pebmanufacturer12]

Color Coated Sheet Manufacturers in India: Enhancing PEB Structures with Strength and Style

In today’s construction landscape, Pre-Engineered Buildings (PEBs) are synonymous with speed, efficiency, and cost-effectiveness. However, beyond the steel frameworks and structural design, there’s a critical component that significantly impacts the performance and aesthetics of PEBs — Color Coated Sheets. These sheets not only protect the building but also elevate its visual appeal, and for that, color coated sheet manufacturers in India are playing a crucial role.

What are Color Coated Sheets?

Color coated sheets are steel or aluminum sheets that are pre-painted with high-quality paints and coatings. Used extensively in roofing and wall cladding, they provide:

Superior corrosion resistance

UV protection

Aesthetic value with a variety of color and texture options

Long life with minimal maintenance

They’re especially popular in industrial buildings, warehouses, commercial units, and residential applications.

Importance of Color Coated Sheets in PEB Structures

PEB manufacturers rely heavily on color coated sheets to complete the building envelope. These sheets serve as the outer skin of PEBs, protecting the internal structure from weather elements, while also aligning with brand identity and architectural design.

Key benefits include:

Quick installation and light weight

Energy efficiency with solar reflectivity

Customization in colors, thickness, and profiles

Compatibility with insulation systems

Role of Leading Color Coated Sheet Manufacturers in India

Top color coated sheet manufacturers in India ensure high-performance products through:

Advanced coating technologies (like polyester, SMP, PVDF)

Galvanized and Galvalume base metal options

Stringent quality control and IS-standard compliance

Custom orders for specific industrial and PEB applications

These manufacturers supply materials to PEB manufacturers, roofing contractors, and fabricators, making them an essential link in the construction ecosystem.

Applications of Color Coated Sheets in PEBs:

Roofing sheets for factories and godowns

Wall cladding for warehouses and cold storage

Canopies, facades, and partition panels

False ceilings and decorative exteriors

Choosing the Right Manufacturer

When selecting a color coated sheet manufacturer, consider:

Product warranty and life expectancy

Thickness and color range

Custom profiling capability

Delivery timelines and after-sales support

Trusted manufacturers ensure that your PEB project not only meets structural goals but also exceeds expectations in durability and appearance.

Conclusion:

In the world of Pre-Engineered Buildings, color coated sheets are more than just a covering — they are a functional, aesthetic, and protective element. Color coated sheet manufacturers in India are empowering the PEB industry with high-quality solutions that stand the test of time and climate. If you’re building with PEB, partner with the right sheet manufacturer to ensure your structure is both strong and striking.

Visit:- https://www.pebmanufacturers.in/color-coated-sheet.html

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That would certainly help, but cities that have started building up instead of out tend to have a sub-optimal ratio of roof space to households in a building and would need an external energy source. Same goes for non-residential buildings: A regular warehouse or a small office building might be self-sufficient for its own power needs with rooftop solar, but a cold-storage facility or a metalwork shop not so much.

But if it would make your dad feel better, the majority of rural solar farms are built on land where the soil's not very good anyway. It's also quite possible to graze sheep between the rows of panels for maximum space-efficiency.

I was talking to my dad about renewable energy and he was like “the only problem with solar farms is they take up so much space.”

And it made me think about a city and how much sun exposure all the rooftops in a city get and…why not just make the city it’s own solar farm by putting solar panels on every rooftop?

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Breathing Life Into the Future: How a Hydrogen Power Plant Could Transform Our World

When we talk about renewable energy, wind turbines and solar panels usually dominate the conversation. But quietly gaining momentum—and fast—is a technological marvel that may define the next century: the hydrogen power plant.

Let’s not just dissect this concept with a cold lens of technical jargon. Let’s explore it through a more human story. Imagine a town where the factory chimneys no longer belch smoke, where school buses run silently, and where electricity doesn't just come from somewhere—but from clean molecules. That’s the kind of world hydrogen is building.

Why Hydrogen, and Why Now?

We’ve long depended on fossil fuels, not because we love pollution, but because we had few alternatives that were efficient, scalable, and affordable. But the tides are changing. Climate concerns, rising fuel costs, and technological advances have cracked open new doors—and hydrogen is standing right behind them, ready to walk in.

What makes hydrogen special is its versatility. It can be used in fuel cells, turbines, or combined with oxygen to produce electricity and water—that’s right, the only emission is water. In many cases, hydrogen can power what other renewables can’t: heavy industry, freight shipping, and even airplanes.

A hydrogen power plant uses this capability to convert hydrogen (produced through various methods like electrolysis or natural gas reforming) into electricity on a large scale, offering a clean, dispatchable, and increasingly cost-effective power option.

Real Stories: Communities on the Cusp

Let’s bring this home with a story.

In a small town in Spain, an aging coal-fired power plant was recently converted into a pilot hydrogen power plant. For years, the locals had relied on the coal facility not only for energy but for jobs and regional stability. When the plant shut down due to EU carbon policies, the town faced an uncertain future.

But the site was reborn. It now produces hydrogen using wind-powered electrolysis and converts it to electricity with zero carbon emissions. Young engineers, who once considered leaving for big cities, are now staying—and innovating. Children grow up without the haze of coal soot in their lungs. Farmers are testing hydrogen-powered tractors.

This isn’t a utopian dream. It’s happening.

Types of Hydrogen Power Plants

There are different architectures of hydrogen plants depending on the input and technology used. Here are the main ones:

1. Combustion-Based Plants

These operate much like traditional gas power plants, but instead of burning natural gas, they burn hydrogen. The main benefit? No CO₂ emissions.

2. Fuel Cell Plants

These are quieter and more efficient. Hydrogen is fed into fuel cells, which generate electricity through electrochemical reactions—again, the only byproduct is water.

3. Hybrid Plants

Some facilities integrate renewables and battery storage alongside hydrogen to ensure round-the-clock clean power.

The underlying technology might differ, but the goal is the same: reliable, scalable, and sustainable electricity.

Challenges Are Real—But So Is Progress

It would be naive to say this is all smooth sailing. The hydrogen power plant model faces real hurdles:

Storage and transport: Hydrogen is light and takes up a lot of space. Compressing or liquefying it adds cost and complexity.

Efficiency: Converting power to hydrogen (via electrolysis) and back to power isn’t as efficient as using power directly.

Cost: Electrolysers and infrastructure aren't cheap—yet.

But here’s the good news: with every passing month, those barriers are shrinking. Governments across the globe—from Japan to Germany to India—are investing billions in hydrogen infrastructure. Green hydrogen costs have dropped over 50% in five years. Innovations in solid-state storage, modular electrolyzers, and hybrid integration are turning yesterday’s limitations into today’s opportunities.

Not Just a Utility: A Catalyst for Economic Growth

There’s a fascinating secondary effect that’s worth mentioning: job creation.

A hydrogen economy isn't just about energy—it's about ecosystems. Engineers, chemists, mechanics, plant operators, technicians, data analysts—all become part of the equation. And unlike oil refineries or coal mines, these jobs align with sustainability goals.

In the U.S. alone, estimates suggest the hydrogen economy could support over 700,000 jobs by 2030. A single hydrogen power plant doesn’t just light up homes—it energizes careers.

Why It Feels Personal

Here’s something more human.

When a hydrogen power plant is installed in your community, it doesn’t feel abstract. People see new construction, attend public Q&As, get trained for new jobs, or watch trucks roll by with green hydrogen fuel tanks. This energy revolution isn’t just about carbon credits—it’s about real people and real lives.

Take Aditi, a 29-year-old electrical engineer from Maharashtra. She was working in a thermal power plant, increasingly worried about emissions. After retraining through a government-supported green energy program, she now oversees control systems at India’s first hydrogen-integrated grid project.

“I feel like I’m part of something bigger now,” she says. “We’re not just generating power—we’re redefining what it means to power the future.”

What’s Next?

Expect to see more hybrid plants that combine solar, wind, and hydrogen. Look out for gigawatt-scale hydrogen hubs. Even in aviation, aircraft manufacturers are exploring hydrogen combustion turbines and fuel cell systems for commercial flights.

The transition won’t happen overnight. But every hydrogen-powered bus, every electrolyzer farm, and every pilot hydrogen power plant gets us closer to a world where emissions are the exception—not the rule.

Conclusion: Time to Think Beyond the Flame

The 20th century was powered by combustion—of coal, gas, oil. The 21st will be powered by molecules. Clean ones. And the hydrogen power plant is at the center of that evolution.

It’s not just about switching fuels. It’s about rethinking how we live, how we grow, how we breathe. The future isn't waiting for someone else to build it. It’s being engineered right now—in labs, in plants, in communities like yours.

Maybe, just maybe, the future isn’t electric. It’s hydrogen.