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pukicho · 7 months ago
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Oi oi oi... My original release, Spirited Away Away Away Away Away Away is now REMASTERED. Six years, and lotsa newfound knowledge on mastering later, and here we are. Now you may listen to it as though your ears have been UNMASKED, cleaned of mud and sludge.
And for those asking, BANDCAMP will start getting new things often,
Check out the song on BANDCAMP IN LOSSLESS + Hear the difference between the old version :)
And on Soundcloud too!
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takmiblog · 1 year ago
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不都合な真実
アナログレコードプレーヤーーー>CDプレーヤ
しばらく長い��イノベーションが無かったオーディオ業界にとって、デジタルで音楽を再生する(DA変換)というアイデアはビジネスとして圧倒的なDriving Forceとなった。ユーザ(顧客)にとっても22KHz以上の帯域がカットされていいのか?という疑念よりもメディア(盤)面のキズやホコリから解放されることのほうが重要だったのだ。しかしこの時点では、音楽プレーヤという<周辺機器>で起こったイノベーションにとどまった。いうまでもなく、<本丸>はパワーアンプである。
A級、AB級ーーー>D級(PWM)
しばらく長い間イノベーションが無かったオーディオ業界にとって、パルス幅でスピーカを駆動する(PWM)というアイデアはビジネスとして圧倒的なDriving Forceとなった。なぜなら歴史的に最も物量を投入してきたパワーアンプを(特に筐体にこだわりがなければ)1kg未満に仕上げることが可能になるのだ。これはAmazonでパワーアンプを気楽に何個も発注して楽しむ時代の到来を意味するとともに、特に日本のオーディオメーカにとっては冬の時代の到来となった。時計で起こったことが、オーディオでも同じように起こったのである。
An Inconvenient Truth
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anirobot · 2 years ago
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Sähkömoottorin kaasupolkimen suomalainen isä Martti Harmoinen on poissa — Helsingin metrosta tekniikka levisi teollisuuteen, sähköautoihin ja hisseihin
Taajuusmuuttaja - Wikipedia
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ao3commentoftheday · 1 year ago
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peachy keen ao3 site skin
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If you'd like to add this site skin to your AO3 account, the code is under the cut.
Colours Used: pale peach: #ffeae4 darker peach: #f3c6ba yellow: #ffd7a8 orange: #ff9b75 reddish orange: #f44336 darkest orange: #8E0505
CSS:
#outer {   background: linear-gradient(90deg, rgba(255,155,117,.9) 0%, rgba(255,215,168,1) 100%); }
#header .primary {   background: #ff9b75;   background-repeat: repeat;   box-shadow: none; }
#search .button, #header .logo {   display: none; }
#header .heading a, #greeting img.icon {   visibility: hidden; }
#header #search .text {   background: #ffeae4;   border: none;   box-shadow: none;   width: 7em; }
#header h1.heading a::before {   content: " 🍑🍑🍑";   visibility: visible; }
.splash .module h3 {   border-bottom: none;   color: #f44336; }
#header .menu, #small_login {   background: #ffeae4;   box-shadow: none;   width: 20em; }
#greeting .user > li a {   color: #8E0505; }
#header .menu li, .splash .news li {   border-bottom: none; }
#header .actions a:hover, #header .dropdown:hover a.dropdown-toggle, #header .menu li a {   background: none;   color: #f44336 !important; }
#footer {   background: #ff9b75; }
#main {   color: #8E0505; }
#main a {   color: #f44336; }
.splash .favorite li:nth-of-type(2n+1) a {   background: #ffeae4;   border: 1px solid #ffeae4;   border-radius: 5px; }
.splash .favorite li:nth-of-type(2n+1) a:hover, .splash .favorite li:nth-of-type(2n+2) a:hover {   background: #f44336;   border: 1px solid #f44336;   border-radius: 5px;   color: #fff !important; }
.resp-sharing-button--twitter, a.resp-sharing-button__link {   color: #fff !important; }
.listbox, fieldset, fieldset dl dl, fieldset fieldset fieldset, fieldset fieldset dl dl, dd.hideme, form blockquote.userstuff, .dynamic form {   background: url("https://image.freepik.com/free-vector/vector-seamless-pattern-with-peaches_1015-1760.jpg");   background-repeat: repeat;   border: 4px solid #fff;   box-shadow: none; }
form dl {   background: #ffeae4;   border: 2px solid #fff;   box-shadow: none; }
input, textarea {   border: 1px solid #f44336;   box-shadow: none; }
input:focus, select:focus, textarea:focus {   background: #ffeae4; }
form dt {   border-bottom: 1px solid #fff; }
form dd.required {   color: #8E0505; }
.LV_invalid {   background: #ffd7a8;   border: 1px solid #fff;   color: #f44336;   box-shadow: none; }
.LV_invalid_field, input.LV_invalid_field:hover, input.LV_invalid_field:active, textarea.LV_invalid_field:hover, textarea.LV_invalid_field:active {   border: 1px solid #8E0505; }
.autocomplete div.dropdown ul {   background: #fff;   border: 1px solid #f44336;   color: #f44336;   box-shadow: none; }
.autocomplete .dropdown ul li:hover, .autocomplete .dropdown li.selected {   background: #f44336;   color: #fff; }
.required .autocomplete, .autocomplete .notice {   color: #f44336; }
.ui-sortable li {   background: #ffd7a8;   border: 2px solid #fff;   box-shadow: none; }
.ui-sortable li:hover {   background: #ff9b75;   border: 2px solid #fff;   box-shadow: none; }
.ui-draggable form {   box-shadow: none; }
.notice, .comment_notice, .kudos_notice, ul.notes, .caution, .error, .comment_error, .kudos_error, .alert.flash, muted.notice, form.verbose legend, .verbose form legend, span.question, span.symbol, select {   background: #ffeae4;   color: #f44336;   border: 2px solid #f44336;   box-shadow: none !important; }
#modal {   background: #ffeae4;   border: 4px solid #ff9b75;   box-shadow: none; }
#modal .content {   border-bottom: none; }
.actions a:visited, .action:visited, .action a:link, .action a:visited {   color: #f3c6ba; }
.actions a:hover, .actions input:hover, .actions a:focus, .actions input:focus, label.action:hover, .action:hover, .action:focus {   color: #f44336;   border-top: none;   border-left: none;   box-shadow: none;   background: #f3c6ba; }
.actions a:active, .current, a.current, a:link.current, .current a:visited {   color: #fff;   background: #ff9b75;   border-color: #fff;   box-shadow: none; }
.actions label.disabled {   background: #ff9b75; }
.actions .disabled select {   color: #fff;   border-color: #fff; }
.delete a, span.delete {   color: #f44336;   box-shadow: none; }
.secondary {   background: #fff;   border: 2px solid #f44336;   box-shadow: none; }
.own, .draft, .draft .wrapper, .unread, .child, .unwrangled, .unreviewed {   background: #ffeae4 !important; }
.draft {   border: 2px dashed #ff9b75; }
span.unread, .replied, span.claimed, .actions span.defaulted {   background: #f3c6ba;   color: #f44336;   border: 1px solid #fff;   border-bottom: none; }
.actions span.defaulted {   color: #8E0505; }
.draggable, .droppable, span.requested, .nominations .rejected {   color: #8E0505; }
.nominations .approved {   background: #ffeae4; }
.nominations .rejected {   background: #f3c6ba; }
span.offered.requested {   color: #ffeae4; }
.wrapper {   box-shadow: none; }
dl.index dd {   background: #f3c6ba; }
p.kudos {   background: url("https://64.media.tumblr.com/14dd2ee05dbcc111dab41d6206985fe8/b1eb33fb168e0088-4b/s1280x1920/8fabca965895c42bae4d746506ffc96324eb2fd5.png");   background-repeat: no-repeat; }
.statistics .index li:nth-of-type(even) {   background: #f3c6ba; }
fieldset fieldset.listbox {   background: #ffeae4;   border: 2px solid #ff9b75;   box-shadow: none; }
.listbox>.heading, .listbox .heading a:visited {   color: #f44336; }
.listbox .index {   background: #ffeae4;   box-shadow: none; }
dl.meta {   border: 2px solid #f44336;   background: #ffeae4; }
.actions a, .actions a, .action, input[type="submit"], button, .actions label, .actions a, .actions a:link, .action, .action:link, .actions input, input[type=submit], button, .actions label {   background: #ffeae4;   border: 1px solid #f44336;   text-shadow: none;   color: #f44336; }
.current, #dashboard .current {   background: #f44336;   border: 1px solid #fff;   text-shadow: none;   color: #fff; }
#dashboard.own {   border-top: none;   border-bottom: none; }
#dashboard a {   color: #f44336 !important; }
#dashboard a:hover {   background: #ff9b75; }
label {   color: #f44336; }
li.blurb, fieldset ul {   background: #ffeae4 !important;   border: 2px solid #fff; }
#header h2.collections, .reading h4.viewed, dl.index {   background: #ffeae4;   color: #f44336; }
.comment h4.byline {   background: #f3c6ba;   border-bottom: 2px solid #fff; }
.comment div.icon {   border-bottom: 5px solid #ff9b75; }
li.comment {   border: 2px solid #fff;   background: #f3c6ba; }
li.comment ul.actions {   background: transparent !important;   border: none !important; }
#stat_chart g[clip-path^=url] > g:nth-of-type(2) rect, #stat_chart svg g:nth-of-type(2) > g rect:last-of-type, #stat_chart g[clip-path^=url] > g:nth-of-type(2) rect:first-of-type {   opacity: 50% !important; }
h5.fandoms.heading a, .fandom .tag, .work .fandom a.tag {   font-variant: small-caps; }
.warnings .tag, .work .warning a.tag {   background: #8E0505;   border: 1px solid #8E0505;   border-radius: 5px;   color: #fff !important;   padding-left: .5em;   padding-right: .5em; }
.relationships .tag, .work .relationships a.tag {   background: #f44336;   border: 1px solid #f44336;   border-radius: 5px;   color: #fff !important;   font-weight: bold;   padding-left: .5em;   padding-right: .5em; }
.characters .tag, .work .characters a.tag {   background: #ff9b75;   border: 1px solid #ff9b75;   border-radius: 5px;   color: #fff !important;   font-weight: bold;   padding-left: .5em;   padding-right: .5em; }
.freeforms .tag, .work .freeforms a.tag {   color: #f44336 !important; }
.commas li:after {   content: none; }
ul.tags {   line-height: 190%; }
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evenvillain · 6 months ago
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dark flat ao3 skin v2.0
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1. log in and go HERE
2. click button "Create Site Skin"
3. name it whatever
4. copy/paste code from below in "CSS" field
5. "Submit"
6. make sure you clicked button "Use" HERE in the list of skins
7. change it as you like
CSS:
outer .region,
footer .group,
.post fieldset fieldset, fieldset fieldset { background: none; }
body, .group, .group .group, .region, .flash, fieldset, fieldset fieldset ul, form dl, textarea,
main .verbose legend,
.verbose fieldset, .notice, ul.notes, input, textarea, table, th, td:hover, tr:hover, .symbol .question:hover,
modal,
.ui-sortable li, .required .autocomplete, .autocomplete .notice, .system .intro, .comment_error, .kudos_error, div.dynamic, .dynamic form,
ui-datepicker-div,
.ui-datepicker table { color: #eee; border-color: #151619; outline: #111; box-shadow: none; }
form .notice, form ul.notes { box-shadow: none; }
workskin {
font-size: 1.2em; margin: auto; padding: 0 0.25em; max-width: 60em; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; }
.actions a, .actions a:link, .action, .action:link, .actions input, input[type="submit"], button, .current, .actions label { border-radius: 0; }
header ul.primary,
outer #footer,
.toggled form { background: #1a1b1f; }
header .primary {
background: none; padding: 10px 0; width: 100%; box-shadow: none; }
fieldset, form dl, fieldset dl dl, fieldset fieldset fieldset, fieldset fieldset dl dl, dd.hideme, form blockquote.userstuff { background: #1a1b1f !important; }
.user.navigation.actions>li { margin-top: 0.3em !important; }
header .menu,
small_login {
border: 1px solid #1f2126; box-shadow: none; padding: 0; }
.tags.group, .more.group { margin-top: 0.6em; }
header .actions a:hover,
header .actions a:focus,
header .dropdown:hover a,
header .open a,
header .menu,
small_login,
.group.listbox, fieldset fieldset.listbox, form blockquote.userstuff, input:focus, textarea:focus, li.relationships a, .group.listbox .index, .dashboard fieldset fieldset.listbox .index,
dashboard a:hover,
th,
dashboard .secondary,
.secondary, .thread .even, .system .tweet_list li, .ui-datepicker tr:hover { background: #151619; }
.userstuff p { text-align: justify; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0; line-height: 1.5; }
.tags.commas { margin: 1.5em auto; }
header .dropdown .menu a:hover,
header .dropdown .menu a:focus,
.splash .favorite li:nth-of-type(odd) a, .ui-datepicker td:hover,
tos_prompt .heading,
tos_prompt [disabled] {
background: #22262a; }
outer,
.javascript, .statistics .index li:nth-of-type(even),
tos_prompt,
.announcement input[type="submit"] { background: #151619; }
.filters .submit input { border: 1px solid #202227; background-color: #202227; height: 110%; margin: 1em 0; min-height: 2.286em; padding-left: 0; padding-right: 0; text-align: center; white-space: normal; }
header ul.primary,
footer,
dashboard ul,
dl.meta, .group.listbox, fieldset fieldset.listbox,
main li.blurb,
form blockquote.userstuff, div.comment, li.comment, .toggled form, form dl dt, form.single fieldset,
inner .module .heading,
.bookmark .status span, .splash .news li, .filters .group dt.bookmarker { border-color: #1a1b1f; }
.work.navigation.actions { width: 100%; }
dl.meta { border: none; }
.splash .news li { padding: 1em; }
fieldset, form dl, fieldset dl dl, fieldset fieldset fieldset, fieldset fieldset dl dl, dd.hideme, form blockquote.userstuff { padding: 1em; }
.logged-in .splash>.module { width: 100% !important; }
dl.meta { max-width: 75em; margin: auto; clear: right; padding: 2em 1.75em; position: relative; overflow: hidden; }
.group.listbox, fieldset fieldset.listbox,
main li.blurb,
.wrapper,
dashboard .secondary,
.secondary, form blockquote.userstuff, .thread .comment, .toggled form { box-shadow: none; }
dashboard .current,
.actions a:active,
outer .current,
a.current, .current a:visited, span.unread, .replied, span.claimed, dl.index dd, .own, .draft, .draft .unread, .child, .unwrangled, .unreviewed, .ui-sortable li:hover { background: #1a1b1f; border-color: #1f2126; }
greeting .menu {
right: 0; border: 1px solid #1f2126; box-shadow: none; }
select { background-color: #202227; color: #fff; border: 1px solid #202227; min-height: 3em; border-radius: 0; padding: 0 0.6em; }
input:focus, select:focus, textarea:focus { background: #202227; }
body, .toggled form, .dynamic form, .secondary, .dropdown { background: #202227; color: #fff; margin: 0; padding: 0; }
footer a:hover,
footer a:focus,
.autocomplete .dropdown ul li:hover, .autocomplete .dropdown li.selected, a.tag:hover, .listbox .heading a.tag:visited:hover, .symbol .question, .qtip-content { background: #a7a7a7; color: #111; }
.splash .favorite li:nth-of-type(odd) a:hover, .splash .favorite li:nth-of-type(odd) a:focus { background: #a7a7a7; color: #111; }
header #greeting img,
header .heading a,
header .heading a:visited,
header .user a:hover,
header .user a:focus,
header fieldset,
header form,
header p,
dashboard a:hover,
.actions a:hover, .actions input:hover, .delete a, span.delete, span.unread, .replied, span.claimed, .draggable, .droppable, span.requested, a.work, .blurb h4 a:link, .blurb h4 img, .splash .module h3, .splash .browse li a:before, .required, .error, .comment_error, .kudos_error, a.cloud7, a.cloud8,
tos_prompt .heading {
color: #a7a7a7; }
header .menu li {
border-bottom: 1px solid #2c2c2c; margin: 0; text-align: left; }
greeting .icon,
dashboard,
dashboard.own,
.error, .comment_error, .kudos_error, .LV_invalid, .LV_invalid_field, input.LV_invalid_field:hover, input.LV_invalid_field:active, textarea.LV_invalid_field:hover, textarea.LV_invalid_field:active, .qtip-content { border-color: #151619; }
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border: none; }
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.filters .expander:focus { outline: none; }
.filters .expander { padding: 0.45em 0 0.45em 14px; }
.filters .group dt.search, .filters .range dt { padding: 1.25em 0 0.4em 0; }
a.tag { border-bottom: 1px dotted !important; }
a, a:link, a.tag,
header a,
header a:visited,
header .primary .open a,
header .primary .dropdown:hover a,
header .primary .dropdown a:focus,
header #search input:focus,
header #search input:hover,
dashboard a,
dashboard span,
dashboard .current,
.heading, .group .heading, .filters dt a:hover { color: #fff; }
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padding: .75em .5em .75em; }
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background: #151619 !important; border-radius: 0; margin: 0.2857em 0.429em; }
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.actions a, .actions a:link, .action, .action:link, .actions input, input[type="submit"], button, .current, .actions label,
header .actions a {
background: #23252a; border-color: #23252a; color: #eee; box-shadow: none; text-shadow: none; }
.actions a:hover, .actions input:hover,
dashboard a:hover,
.actions a:focus, .actions input:focus,
dashboard a:focus {
color: #fff; border-color: #101214; box-shadow: none; background-color: #101214; }
.actions a:active, .current, a.current, .current a:visited { color: #fff; background: #101214; border-color: #101214; box-shadow: none; }
.delete a, span.delete { box-shadow: none; }
ul.required-tags, .bookmark .status span, .blurb .icon { opacity: 0.9; border: 0; }
outer .group .heading,
header .actions a,
fieldset.listbox .heading, .userstuff .heading, .heading, .userstuff h2 { text-shadow: none; color: #fff; background: none; }
header .actions a,
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form dd.required { color: #eee; }
.mce-container input:focus { background: #F3EFEC; }
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.announcement .userstuff a:visited { color: #666; }
.announcement .userstuff a:hover, .announcement .userstuff a:focus { color: #999; }
.event.announcement .userstuff a, .filters .expander { color: #eee; }
form.verbose legend, .verbose form legend { background: #151619; }
.listbox li.blurb { box-shadow: none; background: #1a1b1f; }
li.blurb, fieldset, form dl { border: none; }
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dashboard ul {
float: none; display: block; padding: 0.26em 0; text-align: right; position: relative; background: none; }
user-fandoms {
padding: 1.4em 0; background: #1a1b1f; }
.listbox .index { padding: 0.6em 0; }
.bookmark div.user { background-color: #151619; }
.bookmark dl.stats { margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; }
.dashboard .own, .comment span.unreviewed { background: #1a1b1f; opacity: 1.0; }
.own, .draft, .draft .wrapper, .unread, .child, .unwrangled, .unreviewed { background: #1a1b1f; opacity: 0.95; }
.actions a, .actions a:link, .action, .action:link, .actions input, input[type="submit"], button, .current, .actions label { padding: 0.5em 1em; border-radius: 0; }
header {
margin: 0 0 3em; }
.tags.group, .more.group { padding: 0.6em; }
dashboard a,
dashboard span {
line-height: 2.2; padding: 0 0.5em; }
.listbox>.heading, .listbox .heading a:visited { margin-left: .6em; }
.listbox, fieldset fieldset.listbox { border: 1px solid #1a1b1f; margin: 0.5em auto; box-shadow: none; }
.reading .user { margin-top: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.5em; border-top: 1px solid #23252a !important; }
.comment .userstuff { background-color: #1a1b1f !important; }
input, textarea { box-shadow: none; background: #151619; padding: 0.4em; }
.filters .indicator:before { background: #404248; color: #aaa; display: inline-block; border: 1px solid #404248; margin-right: 0.25em; background-image: none; }
.filters [type="checkbox"]+.indicator:before { padding: 0 0.25em; border-radius: 2px; }
.filters [type="checkbox"]:checked+.indicator:before { background: #970000; color: #ffffff; background-image: none; }
.filters input:checked+.indicator:before { border-color: #1a1b1f; }
.filters input:checked+.indicator+span { font-weight: 500; }
.filters .exclude [type="checkbox"]:checked+.indicator:before { background: #970000; color: #ffffff; background-image: none; }
.filters [type="radio"]:checked+.indicator:before { background: #970000; background-image: none; }
ui-datepicker-div,
.ui-datepicker table { background: #1a1b1f; }
.ui-datepicker td { border: 1px solid #23252a; }
.notice, .comment_notice, .kudos_notice, ul.notes, .caution, .error, .comment_error, .kudos_error, .alert.flash { background: #2e3138; border: 1px solid #2e3138; margin: 0.6em auto; padding: 1em; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; }
.listbox .index { padding: 0.6em; box-shadow: none; }
dl.meta { max-width: 75em; background: #1a1b1f; margin-top: 1em; }
dl.index dd { background: #151619 !important; }
form.search input[type="text"] { border-top-color: #151619; background-color: #202227; padding: 0.45em 0.45em; border-radius: 0; }
modal {
background: #1a1b1f; border: 10px solid #1a1b1f; margin: 3% 0; max-width: 800px; min-width: 200px; padding-bottom: 44px; position: relative; text-align: left; width: 80%; z-index: 501; }
.post .meta dd ul li { display: block; padding-bottom: 0.6em; }
workskin {
font-size: 1.2em; max-width: 52em; }
div.comment, li.comment { padding: 0.6em; background: #1a1b1f !important; }
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scrimplications · 14 days ago
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@jedijune week one — survive
a padawan and a master share a final moment during the early hours of the jedi purge.
tw: brief suicidal ideation
unnamed moon
thabeska system
19BBY
The clearing stinks of burnt plastoid and death by the time Cheppi scrambles over the last ridge and tumbles down through the briars and scraggly pines to find her master, laid out like a king to be entombed beneath a rocky outcropping.
He stinks of death, too. The not-quite-there-yet kind.
Gasping, heaving, she hauls herself upright on trembling arms. The still air seems to war with the abject chaos in her mind, the silence dizzyingly oppressive where moments ago there was only heartbeats and blasterfire.
Her master is not moving. Kneeling like a mourner, getting to her feet seems an insurmountable task. She wants to cry. She wants to lie down with him and not exist. She wants to dig herself deep into the earth and disappear. She wants to fight. Scream. Run.
She crawls.
On bruised knees, she crawls as a supplicant witness to his side. Master Vokam’s slow, staccato breaths move his broad chest up and down and up and down when Cheppi throws herself over him, gripping at his tunics like a child.
“Master. Master, please.”
Her voice comes out all cracked and hoarse, broken by the sudden violence and the mad dash through the trees and the overwhelming sense of something ending, of everything ending. Right now. Today.
“Master. Get up. Please. They’re gonna-”
They. How quickly she turned them to faceless soldiers in her mind, white armor painted orange like sunsets and sand and amber, each pattern so familiar, her lightsaber carving through plastoid and flesh and bone like it was nothing—
Pressing her face against her master’s swiftly-failing body, Cheppi bites her tongue and lets chaos consume her mind for a single, breathless moment, and then; Exhale.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
Master Vokam’s big, firm hand is heavy on her back, spanning the width of her shoulders with ease.
“Well done, Cheppi. Well done, padawan.”
Under each word, a slow wet gurgling sound. She's heard it before, holding the hands of dying troopers. It seems so loud in this empty, quiet clearing.
“Master. Please.”
She isn’t sure what it is she’s pleading for, but the burning in her chest is growing stronger and master Vokam’s eyes are unfocused when she lifts her head to see him properly.
“My lightsaber, Cheppi.”
“No, master, you can’t fight-”
A sigh. More of that awful gurgling.
“I'm not going to.”
Horrible understanding lances through her the moment she places the hilt in his palm, and the look in his eyes makes her breath hitch with a grief so massive she has to shove it far away to fight the temptation of turning her blade inward and leaving the galaxy at her master’s side. He senses her struggle, gentles his tone, shakes his head minutely.
“No, my girl. Not today.” Master Vokam struggles to lift his weapon, strain in every line of his old, wise face. “Not like this.”
“Yes, master,” she answers, because what other answer is there? What else could she ever say to him?
The blade, as blue as the winter sky over them, ignites above her shoulder. She does not flinch. She knows what comes next. I'm not ready, she wants to say. I can't. I'm not ready.
His answer seems to float into her mind; You’re going to have to be.
“By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force-”
Far away in the treeline, helmet-modulated voices. Her time is up. Her time will always be up, from this moment on.
When master Vokam grasps her braid and cuts it with one swift, labored motion, Cheppi hides her sob in the sound of the blade. Master Vokam must hear anyway, because when he looks at her for what they both know will be the final time, the urgency in his eyes mingles with love and pride and faith so strong it aches.
“Rise, Jedi Knight.”
She does not look back.
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Din Djarin x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1966
Warnings: Reader is a sex worker, loss of virginity, Mando has a huge dick, woman on top, reader has a size kink, blindfolds.
Summary: A young Mandalorian seeks relief for the first time at a Canto Bight brothel.
A/N: My entry for Day Two of @absurdthirst's Kinktober - the prompt was 'Loss of Virginity'. I'm picturing an early 20s Mando here, but imagine what you like! My thanks as always to my beloved @misscharlielulu. (ao3).
The blindfold hadn’t been the strangest request you’ve ever received. The client had requested you specifically according to Lenera, the madam, as she helped knot the fabric tightly over your eyes. A Mandalorian she had whispered, almost in awe. You had waited in your room for the client, the heavy footfall signalling his arrival long before he spoke.
From sound alone you couldn’t gauge much; the heavy thumps of his armour as he set them down, the voice that sounded young even with the modulation provided by the helmet, the sharp inhale of breath when you pulled your silky slip up over your head to let him look at you.
His touch, when it came, was gentle but faltering. A virgin, you suspected. Everything spoke of newness and uncertainty, from the difficulty he had in articulating what he wanted to the hesitancy in the hand he rested on your waist.
Eventually he had agreed to lie back on your bed, his head propped up on the stack of plush pillows while you straddled his lap.
It’s how you find yourself in the Mandalorian’s lap, one hand resting on his abdomen as you slowly grind down on him.
“Don’t worry, Mando,” you whisper softly as you unfasten his pants. “I’ll take good care of you.” His breath escapes him in a hiss as your fingers slide beneath his waistband and wrap carefully around his cock. Even without your sight, there’s no mistaking it; he���s huge. You can barely wrap your fingers around the width of him, and the length is just as impressive.
In your years of working in the finest Canto Bight establishments, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen his equal on a human, much less such a shy one.
“Oh,” you whisper, trailing your fingertips down the length of him to better gauge just how big he is. “You’re so big.” For most men, it would have been nothing more than an ego stroke; for the Mandalorian, it’s just the truth. And unlike most men, who would have received such a comment with delight, the Mandalorian beneath you squirms.
“I- I didn’t know. Is it- Will it be a problem? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Instead of proud or aroused, he sounds embarrassed.
“Oh, you sweet boy,” you murmur, and he squirms again beneath you. “I can show you how to make it easier?” He whines when you make your offer, his gloved hands gripping harder at your hips.
“Yes, p-please,” he manages. It’s such a pity he won’t take the helmet off; you want to kiss his forehead and tell him what a sweetheart he is.
“You may need to take one of your gloves off then, Mando. Whichever hand is your dominant one.” Your fingers are still wrapped around his cock, stroking lightly. The thick weight of it in your hands practically making you drool. Certainly you can feel yourself getting wetter, slick pooling between your legs and making your thighs feel sticky.
His hands leave your waist, and you hear him slide one of the soft leather gloves off and drop it onto the bed beside him. With his glove off, he touches your waist again with new hesitance. You wonder how often he does this; has the chance to touch another person, with no barriers between you. It’s such an unexpected feeling of intimacy from a mere brush of the fingers, and your cheeks grow warm.
“You- you’re so soft.” He says, and the marvel in his voice is so endearing.
“Thank you, sweet boy.” With reluctance, you let go of his cock in favour of dragging your fingertips up the insides of your own thighs, gathering the slick smeared down your skin. You hold your fingertips up for his inspection, turning them to try and show the wetness glistening in the low light.
“The more aroused a woman is, the wetter and more relaxed she is. It’ll make it more comfortable, especially with what you’re hiding.” You tease gently, leaning back a little on his lap to try and give him a better view between your legs. With your own fingertips you part your folds, putting yourself on display for him.
“You see this, sweet boy?” You ask, tracing lightly over your clit and managing to make yourself shiver. “You want to make sure this gets plenty of attention. And if you have time, you should use your fingers inside too; it helps to open the muscles up.” He sucks in another breath, and you wish so badly you could rip the blindfold off and look at him, helmeted or no.
“Would you show me?” He asks eventually.
“Oh Mando, you’re so polite,” you say lightly, drawing a light circle around your clit. “You’ll spoil me for all my other clients.”
As far as you can tell, he watches intently as you play with your clit, showing him how to start slowly and softly, the signs a woman might make if she’s enjoying herself. The closer you get to coming, the more you feel him starting to squirm beneath you, and for one moment you wonder if you should stop, lest he finish too soon, before even getting inside of you.
“Keep going. Please, please don’t stop,” Mando whines at you – he must have noticed your hand starting to slow. “I want to watch, please-” The soft sincerity in his voice is what sends you over the edge, your free hand steadying yourself on his abdomen as you come. His hands clutch tighter at your hips, so hard that you hope he leaves you a mark to remember this encounter by.
When you get your breath back, he dips his ungloved hand lower.
“Can I?” He asks, and you nod enthusiastically before he can even clarify what it is that he wants. You moan loudly when he dips his fingers just barely into your cunt, a low groan rumbling through him as he feels just how wet you are.
“Oh, that’s it, sweet boy,” you murmur as he carefully slides one of his fingers into you. It presses deeply inside you, so much farther than your own can reach. That familiar heat starts to build again in your core, flames licking your insides as his finger brushes past an electrifying spot within you. You start to rock your hips, fucking yourself on his finger. He soon responds in kind, matching your pace as his gloved hand clings to your hip.
“Another, another,” you beg breathily after a moment. His fingers are thick, but you know his cock is so much thicker; you want to be as prepared as you can be. You whine as he slides the second finger in, your muscles easily flexing to accommodate him. Still riding his fingers, you bring your palm up to your mouth and spit, before wrapping your hand around his cock again.
He groans at your touch, his cock throbbing in your hand, and you can’t take it any longer.
“Mando, sweet boy,” you pant, his fingers still working inside you. “Are you ready?” No words escape him, just another low groan as he slides his fingers out of you. He’s breathing raggedly, even through the modulator of the helmet, and you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock. “I need you to tell me, sweet boy.”
“Ye-yes,” he manages. You notch the head of his cock against your opening, your muscles straining to accommodate the blunt, weeping tip. Slowly you ease yourself down onto his cock with tiny flicks of your hips, impaling yourself gradually. Beneath you, Mando is doing his best to hold still, to resist squirming for fear of hurting you.
“That’s it, sweet boy.” Your time with him so far tells you he enjoys being praised. “You’re making me feel so full.” With the first few inches of him buried inside you, you get braver with your movements, taking more of him with every downstroke.
By the time he bottoms out inside of you, you’re so full you can barely breathe. You’re not sure you’ve ever been this full, not even when that pretty Twi’lek socialite had paid you to let her fuck you with her fist. You rest your hands on the planes of Mando’s chest, your fingertips flexing as you try to adjust.
Your client isn’t much better off than you are. His breathing filters raspily through his helmet, his hands clinging to your hips as he tries to ground himself. When he gives a tentative thrust upwards, you moan loudly, the sound completely unfeigned.
Between the two of you, you set a relatively slow pace. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he’s made that much clear, and you expect he also doesn’t want to end things too quickly. His first attempts to meet your movements are erratic, but he learns to follow your rhythm, rocking up into you as you ride him. His gloved hand remains anchored to your hip, his bare hand begins to roam over your body, cupping one of your tits and squeezing carefully.
Mando braces his feet on the mattress behind you, allowing him to push somehow deeper inside of you with his thrusts. You tip your head back and moan, trying to recall when you had last experienced this much genuine pleasure with one of your clients. It’s not long before you start riding him in earnest; you don’t expect him to last long no matter what you do, but you want to enjoy his masterpiece of a cock as much as you can.
It’s not long before his thrusts become more erratic, his breathing coming harder from beneath the helmet. You try not to be too disappointed, instead quickening the pace, fucking yourself harder onto his thick cock.
“I’m- I think I’m gonna come, where…?” He eventually manages between low groans, and you arch your back as pleasure races up your spine. You won’t come, not so quickly, but it still feels delicious to hear the Mandalorian sound so utterly wrecked beneath you.
“Wherever you like, sweet boy, wherever will make you feel good,” you practically purr at him, your fingertips digging a little harder into the fabric of his clothes. His movements become clumsier, his hand squeezing a little tighter at the flesh of your tit. It’s not long before he comes inside you with a sharp groan, an almost pained sound; you hadn’t expected him to last nearly this long.
Even before he’s finished riding out his climax, you feel his seed start to drip out of you, forced out by the sheer size of him. You give him a moment, letting him catch his breath. He doesn’t relax though; even as his cock is softening inside you, the bare hand on your tit disappears, only to come back to your hip once again gloved.
Carefully, he lifts you off him, ignoring the come dripping out of you as he sets you on the bed beside him. With the blindfold on, you’ve no way of gauging just how much of a mess you’ve made, or what kind of state his clothes might be in. You listen silently to his movements as he stands and begins to put his armour back on; the soft clips and buckles, the heavy tread of his boots as he steps back into them.
“Am I- do your clients normally say thank you?” He asks eventually. You’re so taken aback by the question that you can’t help the giggle that escapes you.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a client quite so polite as you, Mando.” You’re in no hurry to move; you lounge back on your bed, legs spread obscenely. “Come back sometime; I’m dying to see how much of that cock of yours I could fit in my mouth.”
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SevenMileMountain - MIDI Pitch Bend and Modulation Wheels
"A dedicated Pitch Bend / Modulation controller with traditional wheels. This unit connects via USB to your MIDI devices, allowing you to add Pitch Bend to synths which lack them.
The wheels are about the same width as a full sized piano key (just shy of 1"). The left wheel, Pitch Bend, is spring loaded, so it returns to center when released. The right wheel, Modulation, does not automatically return to center. Both have their center points marked with a raised tab.
The wheels are enclosed in a cube 2.5" square (65 mm) and will appear as "Seeed XIAO M0" in your DAW. As it's programmed specifically as PB/MD, no other setup should be required.
As of August 30, 2024:
More Colors: I'm back to making both black and white versions of the wheel.
New Firmware: Better handling of PB deadzone and ranging. All prior purchases can be updated at no cost.
As of April 12, 2024:
Now available in All Black.
Top cover has been simplified.
Further improvements with the wheels and mechanisms.
As of February 20, 2024:
The Pitch Bend wheel now has a new mechanism. It is much "snappier" than before. The wheel now rolls on a ball bearing and uses low physical resistance sensor, allowing the spring to provide quicker "return to center" power.
All WHEELs now include TRS MIDI. This allows connections to legacy keyboards (DIN-5) with a simple adapter (sold separately). It is a 3.5mm (1/8") Type A TRS jack (aka "headphone cable") wired to the MIDI 2018 Standard. If you use Serial MIDI you will still need to supply power via the USB connection. The device outputs USB MIDI and Serial MIDI at the same time.
The MIDI Channel can be changed (from 1 to 16) using a settings button on the back. The default Channel is 1.
Firmware can now be updated in the field. I can tweak settings and send you custom code to run on your device.
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cred: etsy.com/SevenMileMountain
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stevebattle · 4 months ago
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Moon Knight Delight (1985) by Baxter Cheung, California State University, CA. Another Competitor at the 1985 World Micromouse Contest held in Tsukuba '85, Japan, is 'Moon Knight delight'. It came first at the '85 United States Micromouse Contest. It's not fast, but it can negotiate a maze reliably. The motors are driven using Pulse Width Modulation (PWM), sometimes referred to as "chopped drive" with a sound familiar to anyone who's listened to the sing-song of a 3D printer. "The US mouse clearly used a chopped drive to its motors. The sonic effect was one of advanced rust, as the mouse squeaked and groaned through the maze." – Micromice at Expo 85, Tsukuba, by John Billingsley.
The video is an excerpt from "The first World Micromouse Contest in Tsubuka, Japan, August 1985 [2/2]."
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adafruit · 3 months ago
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"See" the Sounds of Classic Mac Audio 🔊🍏
We're working on the Pico-Mac port https://github.com/jepler/pico-mac/tree/rp2350-fruitjam to Fruit Jam https://www.adafruit.com/product/6200 and one thing we really want to add is sound support for classic Mac games and HyperCard stacks.
Audio on the hardware we're emulating is pretty straightforward: every scanline of the video generator also outputs one byte of PWM (Pulse Width Modulation) data. We have 370 horizontal lines—352 visible and 18 during the vsync—at a 60.15 Hz refresh rate, producing approximately 22.255 kHz audio. That data is written to memory address $1FD00 http://www.mac.linux-m68k.org/devel/plushw.php so all we have to do now is pipe that 8-bit PWM signal either out to a timer on the RP2350 microcontroller or To the TLV320DAC3100 I²S amplifier onboard Fruit Jam, for that sweet, sweet 'Wild Eep' https://www.facebook.com/adafruitindustries/videos/1873371666122621
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takmiblog · 1 year ago
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パワー・エレクトロニクス分野における省エネ化の位置付け
 小型化と省エネ化は、現代のパワー・エレクトロニクス分野における最大のテーマでしょう。この二つの課題を克服するには、機器の中でもっとも消費電力の大きいアンプや電源を高効率化する必要があります。しかし、従来のリニア方式アンプは、消費電力が大きい、発熱が大きく大型の放熱器が必要、バッテリのもちが悪いなど、多くの欠点があります。
 この欠点を克服する電力増幅回路がD級アンプです。D級アンプは、パワーデバイスをスイッチング駆動することで、80%を超える高い変換効率を実現します。この技術を利用すれば、放熱器の小型化や長時間のバッテリ駆動が可能になるのです。
 本書は、D級アンプの設計テクニックと製作事例を集大成したものです。D級増幅段の回路設計法から、LCフィルタ、負帰還技術、市販の制御ICの使い方まで、実践で役に立つ知識を実験を交えながらわかりやすく解説します。
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D級/ディジタル・アンプの設計と製作
高効率に電力を増幅できるパワー・アンプの作り方のすべて
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anim-ttrpgs · 4 months ago
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A.N.I.M. Patreon Rewards March 6th 2025
This one is a short changelog for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy and a very big one for Silk & Dagger: A Sensible Drow RPG, because we just released a big public beta update for Eureka on itch.io, and a Silk & Dagger is set to release in public alpha on itch.io on March 10th, next week, so I have been putting a lot of work into it.
Silk & Dagger is currently only available on our patreon at the time of writing this, but will be releasing in its alpha state on March 10th, 2025. (That's just a few days.)
Both changelogs below.
Eureka: investigative Urban Fantasy changelog
Copy-editing Progress: Thoroughly copy-edited up to p. 330. 
We also released Eureka adventure modules “The Eye of Neptune” and “FORIVA: The Angel Game” into free beta on itch.io. Scroll up to find the link and a game jam!
WHOLE BOOK
CHAPTER 1 
Alright alright we’ll put the examples of play back in at some point but we will need to simplify and rewrite them a bit.
Many small clarifications and typo fixes 
CHAPTER 2
Many small clarifications and typo fixes
Made Kleptomaniac Trait also give a bonus to Pickpocketing
CHAPTER 3
Many small clarifications and typo fixes
CHAPTER 7
Heavy copy-editing on the first few sections
CHAPTER 8 
Silk & Dagger changelog
CHAPTER 1
Made Complications from tasks twice as likely to happen by default, now that the palace upgrade system allows for getting many bonuses to these rolls. 
Added rough rules for skirmishes. 
Fixed many typos 
Wrote out “Players Are Not Their Characters” section
Wrote out “Third-Person Verbiage” section
Wrote out “Character vs Character, not Player vs Player” section
Wrote out “No Excuse for Bad Faith Play” section
Wrote out “Be Prepared to Lose” section
Wrote out “Losing” and “Winning” Sections
Wrote out “Role of the Narrator” section
Wrote out “Role of the PCs” section
Added a way for PCs to gain Favor Points by pointing out the failures of Drow
Mistresses can now also use Boons to restore lost Reputation. 
Wrote out “What Does a Session Look Like?”
Wrote out “When to Make a Roll”
Wrote out “What is a Scene?”
Wrote out “Timekeeping” and other sections related to Sands and Hourglasses. 
Wrote out “How to Make a Roll” 
Wrote out “Modifiers”
Wrote out “Consequences and Degrees of Success”
Wrote out “Assistance Rolls”
Wrote out “Expect to Fail Rolls”
Made it so that the Narrator also gets a Favor Point every time the Spider Goddess does. 
Added “Impressing Other Drow” section
Added more about Traversing the Tunnels and made it its own section, saying how it works in gameplay that servants can easily get lost in the tunnels. 
CHAPTER 2
Added rules for palace generation and generation of the tunnels surrounding the palace. 
Added extrabodily powers and instructions for how they apply in character creation. 
Added that the steps involved in the creation of the tunnel system surrounding the palace are not to be seen by players of the servants or Spider Goddess.
Added actual rules for how to determine a Drow PC’s starting Reputation.  
Added modifiers relevant to a PC’s sex and race. 
Clarified that the Flame extrabodily power does not allow the elf to control fire, just produce it. 
Added a series of tables for generating elves. 
Revamped some parts of the palace creation rules and made it so that most upgrades have requirements of width, height, and length instead of just ceiling height. 
Wrote out step-by-step character creation rules
Added Good at Following Orders Trait
CHAPTER 3 
Added a little more info about skirmishes. 
Added a little more info about sex and race in the society of the pit.
Added more info on how residents of the pit perceive their societal structure
CHAPTER 4
Added Epilogue tables
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Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive! Reader (the Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader)
Summary: You come to realize that as much as you want your freedom, your new captor is someone you are afraid to run from. 
Word Count: 7.1K 
Warnings: mentions of narcotics, reader was drugged previously, withdrawal, insinuation of past SA, insinuation of sexual favors, mentions of past torture (not detailed), mentions of past trauma (not detailed) 
A/N: this chapter is brought early to you by the various albums of tool, copious amounts of coffee, and the buzzing of excitement to get this out to y’all. it’s a very intimate glimpse into reader’s internal monologue and i sincerely hope y’all enjoy this. it was very very fun to write and put down in concrete scenes ♡
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The sounds of heavy breathing were harsh in the quiet expanse of the desert. The sun beating down suffocating rays that made sweat build up along your hairline and on the skin underneath your lightweight tunic. The fabric was old and frayed, from what you were beginning to think was a few years since you had donned it for travel. It was larger on you than it had once been, the weight you had lost during your captivity obvious. You ran the last few yards between where you had been trying to keep up and the figure that had just been rushing at a fast pace but now lay motionless.
You slid to a stop on your knees beside the fallen form of the Mandalorian on the rocky terrain that made up the desert planet. His body having landed on a heightened outcropping of softer gravel that was the base of a jutting rock formation.
The drugs were still waning from your system but not enough for them to have tricked you into seeing the absolute absurdity that was the unconscious man laid out before you giving chase to the Jawas as they fled the scavenged mess of his ship. After they had sought refuge on their giant crawling fortress and began to flee the scene in haste.
For someone who came across as so put together and focused while on a hunt, he had run off after the small beings with no thought. Granted, you’d be pretty upset too if you had traveled so far for work only to come back to your ship, your home, being scavenged beyond use. But it had been rather comical to witness a lone figure chased after such a large structure that was speeding away into the desert, until he had gotten injured. Until you realized what it meant.
Electric shocks sparked over him in disjointed waves as his armor whined at a low timbre. The wiring charred because of getting electrically shocked by so many guns at once thanks to the Jawas. They were small creatures and the electroshock weapons they carried allowed them to gain an even hand in the cutthroat world of scavenging and trading. He wasn’t making any noise himself, but you could hear the modulator picking up his faint breathing and displaying it for you. You glanced toward the horizon, seeing the crawling fortress that carried your way off this planet with it disappea from view.
Your hands were still contained in the binders fastened around your wrists, the mechanics of them too strong for you to break. But you weren’t too confident you’d be able to get out of them if you were at full strength, even with the Force. You had a feeling they would send shocks themselves, if tampered with beyond general jostling. With bated breath you hovered your open palms over the helmet, trying to get a sense of what to do, your skin felt the coolness of the metal despite it being in the sun as long as you have been.
Gaze wandering over the man’s form, you took in how broad he was, how solid. His armor surely lent him more than protection, the plates strapped carefully to his body allowing him to appear bigger than he was. But as you took in the width of his shoulders, the stockiness of his legs, you were beginning to think he was a wall of a man even beneath the armor. You felt your face flush as your thoughts wondered about him, unsure where the fascination was coming from. He was just another captor of yours, granted he had been contracted. Maybe that was why.
Because he was a professional, seen as someone of high value and skill in his field. Someone you knew your dearest mother would’ve requested to receive your tracking fob to ensure your return to her.
You wondered what the final trigger was, for her to reach out to the Guild. If you took the Mandalorian’s words as fact, which you felt like you could, then you had been ‘missing’ for five years. Out of those five years, your memory of time was warped. Your entire sense of what had happened and when was jumbled up and would take you serious time to try and decipher.
You recalled overhearing talk of an arrangement for you to be relocated, both you and your mother, to someplace that could offer more complete protection. To someone who could provide you with a life that was still caged and corralled but in a way that would seem like you weren’t. You had heard the term ‘betrothed’ that despite an addled state had triggered the sense to run and immediately began planning a way to escape in earnest. You wouldn’t be sold for some man’s amusement and posterity. To be a boasting point of someone’s accomplishments that were only brought on by money and status.
Memories of landing on Tatooine, of finding affordable supplies and as updated a map as possible flooded your mind’s eye. You had purchased everything needed to set up a small moisture farm for yourself, in order to live off of and provide for yourself in such a desolate place. You hadn’t been too keen on settling in the desert, preferring the rich shrubbery and canopy of leaves forests provided. The deep greens of plant life and the scent of rain in the air when storms approached on the horizon, but you had decided it would be too predictable. Too easy to track you down to a planet that appealed to you. With a sigh you reigned in your thoughts.
You looked over to the small green face of your other companion peeking out from his pod, worry in his large eyes and the droop of his adorable ears. You sucked in a breath before chancing digging your fingers into the material of the Mandalorian’s cloak that created a wrapped cowl around his neck to find a pulse. His skin was warm underneath your fingers, the softness of the man beneath the armor a little dizzying. His pulse was weak, but it was there, you removed your hands and marveled at the sensation his skin left on yours as you settled down beside to wait for him to rouse.
Shivers moved your body as chills traced heavily over your skin, withdrawal hitting you full force after not having anything forcefully injected into your veins in over twenty-four hours. The hinge of your jaw was sore from the force you were clenching it shut with, the pain reverberating from the crown of your head too much to handle. You don’t know what type of sedative they had kept you on but now that it was wearing off after however many consecutive days of it, your body was beginning to struggle without it.
You don’t know how long you sat beside him, it must’ve been a few hours at least judging by the movement of the sun from overhead to well into its descent of the day. You kept checking his pulse, which had gradually grown in strength. 
Relief flooded you when you noticed the change from his breathing being labored to even once again. Bound hands hovered over the rip in his sleeve from being cut, and you focused your concentration on the injury he had closed up hastily the night before. After a few moments the jagged, irritated skin smoothed out and it was as if he had never been injured to begin with.
You checked his pulse again, worried your healing would have spiked it and were about to remove your hand from within the fabric around his neck when one of his own shot out and gripped it crushingly tight. The Mandalorian jolted up from his laid out position, a string of grunts sounding through his modulator. His legs opened wide to help stabilize himself and he turned his helmet to face you.
His breathing was a little on the heavy side as he took in your form, your face a twinge red from being in the sun all day. Some of the flush from a fever you were sure that was beginning to take over your immune system. He took in the floating pod behind you, still occupied by his other quarry. Your hand twitched in his hold and he looked down to where he had it in a tight grip, his gloves encompassing the entirety of it. The creak of your bones beneath his grip had him dropping your hand and turning to face the trail left in the wake of the traveling fortress.
“How long was I out?”
You were slightly taken aback by his question, unsure if he was really initiating conversation with you. You rubbed at your aching hand, his phantom grip still on your skin.
An answer quietly followed, not wanting to enrage the man who had willingly run after the remnants of his ship in such a haste. Because despite how absurd it had been, it told you a lot about him. How he was willing to give chase, to hunt in the very depths of his core. He was devoted to it. It was who he was, it made him a challenge you had to acknowledge you couldn’t overcome lest you try to run yourself.
And while that terrified you, it also made you feel a swirl of emotions that you couldn’t name. You had spent nearly your entire life on the run, in hiding, keeping to yourself and keeping a low profile. But now that he had your tracking fob, now that he knew about the price on your head and taken on the responsibility of your capture, you doubted he would ever stop his pursuit. He took things personally, a way to prove himself. And while you prided yourself on your ability to hide, you knew he would find you because he was devoted to the chase. It would fuel him should you give in to your baser instincts and attempt freedom.
Even if you could get to your hideaway home here on planet, it wouldn’t matter a dank ferrick thing. Off world was the only option. But it was too bold of one without any bearings.
“A few hours, jatne vod.”
“You were touching me.” He moved to sit up straighter, stretching the muscles in his back with the motion. He stood from there, leaning down to reach for the tops of his boots with a deep breath. He stood at his full height and began to walk back in the direction of his ship. You fell into step behind him, the Child’s pod floating beside him. “Don’t do it again.”
“Apologies, jatne vod. I caught up just in time to see them all fire on you at once. That and the fall from the ship worried me.”
“Worried. Worried you would end up trapped out here with no way off world.” His tone was flat, stating rather than questioning. You both knew he was correct in his assumption of why you hadn’t run off. Why you had stuck by his side as he had laid unconscious. You didn’t say anything, there wasn’t anything to say. He was reading you as if you were projecting everything plainly for him. If he noticed the way you were literally shaking as if cold despite the sweltering heat, he didn’t comment on it.
“I healed that nasty cut you had on your arm, and I didn’t have to touch you to do it.”
You weren’t sure why you felt the need to tell him, he may not have even felt the injury any longer, but you recalled the way he had breathed so heavily when he had discovered it. The rough tissue from the fast cauterization of it had bothered you, the idea of a scar marring his skin had bothered you and weren’t sure why the thought had upset you enough to prompt you into healing him. No response was given but the helmet was aimed at you. The darkness of his visor captivated you, rooting you in your spot. You tore your gaze away, unable to take the direct attention.
You weren’t sure your chills were solely from withdrawal having caught a glimpse of him in action…
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His ship was…for the most part just a frame. The basic structure of the ship was intact, but everything that could be pried from the frame had been taken. The area around where he had landed was littered with parts the Jawa’s had left behind in their haste to flee the scene. It was an older ship, surely the parts were valuable for them to have taken nearly everything they could from it. You remained quiet as you approached it for the second time that day, behind your captor and fellow captive. Sparks intermittently lit up the interior of the ship, the gaping holes in the hull and siding allowed for you to see as well as hear them in the quiet of the desert.
Sounds of things slamming and an attempt to start the engines had you walking towards what was left of the ship. You hesitantly stepped up the ramp and into what was once the hold space. Wires hung from everywhere, the source of the sparks that still flew every so often as power found no way to transfer and run the various mechanics. You looked around and took in the bare bones of what was once a pretty ship. You spied the Mandalorian seated just inside a small doorway that led to what had to be his sleeping quarters. His shoulders were slumped, his helmet hanging low as the man gathered his thoughts.
A small hand touched the back of your ankle and your head snapped down to see the Child had climbed out of his pod and followed you both up the ramp. His touch hadn’t elicited the same nauseating and painful effect as it had done at first. Which allowed you to conclude that he had been trying to show you that he remembered you, from long ago and that he was trying to connect with you when reunited. He had used the Force to try and push his thoughts into your mind, though he was clumsy with it and had flooded his own emotions of a time past into you along with them.
You leaned down to help him scramble over a large chunk of the hold space wall that was dented and on the floor with a gentle hand on his back. He stopped in front of the Mandalorian just as a deep sigh fell from the man’s helmet, the Child babbling up at him as if in response.
Words didn’t leave your lips, knowing what it was like to have the place you called home and returned to at the end of the day decimated. Both in the literal and metaphorical sense. When you had first returned to your home planet of K’ath, you had faced the same desolation he was most likely experiencing. Your home had been destroyed and for a fleeting moment you thought you had taken too long to return from training and that your mother had fallen victim to the obvious attack aimed at you.  Turned out she had relocated with the help of some kind people that helped her to raise you, to a smaller and more secluded part of the inland area.
Without a word, the Mandalorian reached down to pick up the Child and held him to his chest as he walked past you and back down the ramp. You watched as he carefully placed the small figure securely into his pod, making sure that the blanket in there was flat for him to sit atop it. You felt something flutter in your chest at the sight and tears sprung up in your eyes at the softness. You weren’t sure if it was because you missed when the touch of your mother had been soft toward you or if you were moved at seeing such a formidable man taking the time to ensure the comfort of such a small being. Emotions confusing you more than you already were at the way things were unfolding, you turned around quickly so they wouldn’t be seen by your captor.
“Move it.” And with that you followed them both back into the expanse of the desert, wiping the cuffs of your tunic underneath your eyes.
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It was nightfall the next day when you stopped walking, the journey long and tiring on an empty stomach and no water. A complaint didn’t leave you, not one to bring up the impossibilities of your captor sharing however he was keeping himself nourished. His suit must’ve held some sort of food or drink because every so often you would see his hand reach up to the bottom of his helmet. The previous night when he had stopped for a few hours, he seemed to have been taking sips from a small pouch you hadn’t seen before.
There was a smattering of structures up ahead, surely the destination he was seeking out. There were lights on in the alcove over the entrance to a typical structure most lived in on desert planets. Equipment to farm moisture from the air. There was a beacon of some sort that jutted out tall on the landscape, a figure tinkering away at the top of it. As you approached, the figure spoke.
“I thought you were dead.”
The shuffling sound of the Child fidgeting in the pod urged you to reach down for him. The hard gaze of the Mandalorian weighing on your back as you did so. You carefully lifted him underneath his armpits, the rough fabric of his clothing against your fingers as you lowered him to the ground where he immediately began to play with a small frog-like creature that had been minding its own business. It was a rather endearing sight, the small coos falling from him prompting a soft smile to grace your features. 
“This is what was causing all the fuss?” The figure that you could decipher now, that of an older Ugnaught, climbed down and stood beside the Child, watching as you and the Mandalorian did.
“I think it’s a child.” The Mandalorian glanced over at the Child as he played with the frog-like creature, chasing it around the open area with small steps and gurgles. The man was standing with a foot atop something as he leaned over his knee slightly and messed with the cuff on his left arm that was emitted an even electronic glow up and down the entirety of it. You suspected his back was hurting him and he was subtly trying to stretch it out. That fall from the Jawas fortress must’ve hurt, as he had landed directly on his back onto the rocky ground.
“It is better to deliver it alive then. And who might you be?”
You just shook your head and bowed your gaze as the Ugnaught approached you. You were sitting down beside the pod, not sure where the Mandalorian preferred you but positive he would be unhappy if you weren’t within his range of immediate sight.
“Another quarry, to be taken back alive. Directly to the person who contracted the Guild.”
You didn’t look up as he walked away from you, going about his business.
“My ship has been destroyed. I’m trapped here.”
“Stripped. Not destroyed.” The Ugnaught corrected evenly as he piddled around his workspace before going to stand beside the armored man. A tool was handed over. “The Jawas steal. They do not destroy.”
“Stolen or destroyed, makes no difference to me.”
You scoffed lightly at the nearly petulant tone of the Mandalorian’s voice. At the movement of his helmet toward you, you huffed and tried to cover it with a cough. Though it wasn’t much of a performance as the noise deep in your dry throat had been too much stress. Your fake cough quickly delved into a fit of very real coughing. You waved off the Child as he approached you with drooping ears and wide eyes, plaything momentarily forgotten. The Ugnaught set down a pouch beside your feet, silently offering you what was inside it. You gingerly took the pouch, not drinking from it yet as you tried to wait for what he wanted in exchange for it.
“That is yours to keep, you must stay hydrated here on Arvala-7, it’s an unforgiving planet.”
You sputtered around the sip you had taken, trying to hold what little of your dignity you had left and not spit out the precious water in your shock. Surely you were just exhausted and your body strung out, mishearing what the man had to say. The sip you took glistened on your bottom lip as you stared from him to the Mandalorian just beyond him, both of them watching you as you struggled to swallow the water in your mouth like a fool.
“Wait, we… we aren’t on Tatooine?”
“No.” Such a simple word, a simple statement, but it tilted the axis on which you stood. Altering the very understanding of what was going on that you had just begun to grasp at over the last few days. You were standing quickly, mind moving a mile a minute as it tried to process the new information.
“….what- what planet are we on?”
“Arvala-7.”
“Oh.” You felt dizzy, vertigo rocking your entire body and making your knees buckle to try and right it back on track. Your knees hit the ground hard, and your palms followed as you tried and failed to catch yourself. A panic settled over you, you weren’t even aware of what kriffing planet you were on. Shame bubbled up and settled hard in your throat, making it hard to catch a breath. Gasping in breaths only made the vertigo worse and you felt yourself crumble completely on the ground, your vision spinning and your senses not comprehending anything.
“They- they drugged me and moved me across the fucking galaxy and I had no idea.” You muttered, face pressed into the cool sand of the ground now that the sun had set completely. You felt the heavy gaze of your captor but it was too calming a sensation to relinquish the way you laid on the ground, the coolness of it on your heated face. Shame flared up again, stronger this time and making your entire body warm, overwhelming you. “I-I don’t…no. No.”
You pushed yourself up roughly, standing on shaking legs and walked away from the two men and the Child. You were vaguely aware that the Mandalorian made to follow after you, but soft words from the Ugnaught stopped the man in his tracks. You staggered around the main part of his small abode, away from the sounds of their voices, needing a second to gather your swirling thoughts. You leaned back against the side of the building and let your body slink down it to settle on the ground. Bringing your knees up to your chest you crossed your arms atop them and laid your head down, face hidden.
“Give her a moment. She’s been through a lot if the stories about the compound are true. There’s nowhere for her to run.”
“Running isn’t the problem. She might kill herself.”
“She won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I have spoken.”
“The Jawas are protected by the crawling fortress.” He went back to repairing his cuff, the Child’s sounds picking back up as he resumed playing. “There’s no way to recover the parts.”
“You can trade.”
“With Jawas. Are you out of your mind?” Incredibility genuine in the man’s modulated voice carried in the air over the building and you spared a curious thought mid mental breakdown as to what exactly his problem with the small species was.
“I will take you to them. I have spoken.”
“Hey! Spit that out.”
His raised voice made you jump, even though it wasn’t aimed at you and he couldn’t even see you.
Between a literal child and…the mystery of who you were beginning to get on his nerves. Each fob was a job but the two that had activated upon landing.  He took each job seriously, wanting to devote all that he had to them individually, but he didn’t have that luxury this time around. Both of you needing transport within sensitive time frames a little too much to be easy with how much trouble was occurring since securing you both. Things happening in too quick a concession for him to come up with a solid plan, especially in the wake of losing his ship.
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You traveled through the night, a storm breaking and rain poured down upon your little group as you crossed the terrain. You, the floating pod, and the Mandalorian were settled on the transport that was being pulled along behind the blurrg that the Ugnaught was guiding. The blinding lightning and the subsequent boom of thunder had you curled into yourself, but you disguised your discomfort with the storm as trying to shield yourself from as much of the rainfall as possible.
It was well into the following day when you spied the structure of the crawling fortress that the Jawas called home. The Ugnaught directed the blurrg closer to the stationary structure. It appeared to be that they had stopped in order to access their recent scavenges. Small sunshades were propped up and items were strewn all around them, their figures milling about and taking stock of what they had. A wave of sound flowed through the air to your approaching group as they spotted you in the distance.
The Mandalorian removed the rifle from his back and held it at the ready. Wariness at seeing the Jawas again evident in the tension that you could feel coming off of him in waves. The Ugnaught held up a hand and shouted out a greeting to them from atop the blurrg as you cleared the remaining distance and came to a stop within the shade of their giant structure.
They raised their own weapons, ushering more of their people to make almost a blockade to protect their wares.
“They really don’t like you for some reason.”
“Well, I did disintegrate a few of them.”
“You need to drop your rifle.”
“I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are a part of my religion.”
“Then you are not getting your parts back.”
A deep sigh left him as he weighed his options. You watched as he ushered a tight ‘fine’ and placed his rifle beside his feet, close to you directly on the transport. He stood from his seat and stood on the ground, a small motion of his hand directing you to follow suit. You stood and stepped down off the transport to stand just behind him, a few feet of space between you.
“And the blaster.”
You watched as the armored man clenched his fists, aggravation obvious. The Ugnaught approached the Jawas, speaking in their native tongue as he did so. 
You turned back around at a soft cooing sound and helped the Child down from his pod once again with careful hands. You placed him on the transport, hoping he wouldn’t try to hop off, he seemed content to stand there and watch the flurry of motion. The Mandalorian was suddenly in your space and causing goosebumps to sprout along your arms as he leaned so far into your space that your arms nearly brushed as he tossed his blaster onto the transport.
All three of you settled into a seated semi-circle, Jawas mirroring you a few feet away to create a full one.
“They will trade all the parts for the beskar.”
“I’m not going to trade anything. These are my parts. They stole them from me.” He pointed a gloved finder at them, his tone hard as he spoke. You remained still, back straight as the armored man leaned back on one hand slightly, one of his knees bent up to rest his pointing hand on. He was close, too close and your nerves felt like they were on fire as you silently watched on. Instincts urging you to put distance between you. 
He attempted to speak to them in their native tongue, his words clumsily fumbling from his modulator. It was an odd thing to hear, his low voice sounding unsure as he spoke. Shrill laughter sounded from all around as the Jawas poked fun at his lack of ability in their language. That only angered him further and he flung out the arm he had been leaning on and flames erupted from his cuff. You startled, drawing the attention of the Jawas even as they scrambled about in panic.
The Ugnaught reigned in the commotion quickly, asking what else they were willing to trade. When the main one talking with you pointed past the three of you and toward the transport you felt the need to move. Before you could blink, you were waving away two Jawas that had approached the Child, the Mandalorian shouting at them to get away from his as well. The prickle of their eyes focused on your figure set you on edge. 
More words were exchanged before the Jawas surrounded you in a rush of swirling black cloaks and glowing eyes. Your anxiety sparked as you felt small hands begin to reach out for you, but you didn’t move. You stood perfectly still despite the flurry of movement around you, continuing to shield the Child from them, the feeling of small hands patting at places on your body over your tunic.
You had the fleeting thought of using the Force to push them all away from you at once and make a run for it, but the glint of beskar out of the corner of your eye held you still. You were sure if you were in better health you would attempt to despite your earlier musings. But the truth of the matter was that you were stranded here just as he was without his ship. The desert was unforgiving to those who had no supplies. You knew from experience…
The Ugnaught was quick to respectfully usher them away with sharp words, oblivious to the loop of revelations running in your mind.
“What are they saying? She has nothing on her.”
“It’s not about what she has, it’s about what she is. They claim to have heard of the favors she’s done at the compound and want the same. In exchange for the parts you need.”
“They weren’t favors, I gained nothing from what those guards did to me.”
Seething aggravation dripped from the words you spat out without thinking. Your lips curling back in an ugly grimace as you did so, catching the two men still seated off guard. You hadn’t shown such emotion in front of either of them, only a glimpse of it as you had asked the Mandalorian to kill you just a few days before. But that had been desperation, not the white-hot fury that you carried with you for those that had kept you captive and tortured you.
It fell silent. Tension pulling your muscles taught as you prepared for this new captor to turn you over in order to get back what was rightfully his, what was stolen from him. You schooled your face into a mask, not willing to let them see the way you felt about it, about being used and traded as if you were credit, as if you were nothing, despite your outburst.
The Jawas watched you intently, their glowing eyes raking over your body. You remained in your spot between the Jawas and the transport. There was a hush of movement before you felt hands grasp your shoulders, the Mandalorian having stood and crossed the small space in a few strides. His touch shocked you, not having expected him to do such a thing, especially after his strict orders of no contact.
“She is not for trade.”
“They claim they do not want to keep her.”
“That’s even worse.” Large hands guided you back the few steps toward the transport. He held a hand resting steadily on the backs of your shoulders to help you to step up onto it and waited until you were settled by the Kid’s pod before leaning down to speak to you in a low tone that couldn’t be picked up by anyone else. The modulator masking any emotion in his low tone.
“I will not trade you for parts, you are not mine to do so with.”
You pressed your lips into a firm line, resisting speaking lest it be the wrong move. Of putting yourself in a situation that wasn’t playing out. If he were to trade you for parts, you’d have a better chance at besting the tribe of Jawas. But the issue of travel once again was the one thing tripping up your freedom. The helmet’s visor tilted slightly as he watched you for a moment, reading the things your face and posture were giving away despite you trying to reign them in. You didn’t like that while seated on the transport and him standing beside it put you at an even eyelevel.
“You have something to say.” You just nodded your head once, still hesitant to speak, he had been so harsh all those days ago, continued to be so, and you didn’t want to see what he would do if you disobeyed. You had been quiet since he had raised his voice at you, only speaking when he spoke to you as you quickly figured out how to best interact with him. “You may do so.”
“My saber, they would trade you anything you wanted for the saber. It’s highly valuable.” You nodded to where it was fastened to his utility belt, the metal of the handle glinting in the sun as it decorated his frame, nestled in with the rest his belongings.
“Beskar and kyber are not to be traded to those it does not belong to. If it is anything like beskar is to us Mandalorians, I will protect it as if it were my own until we are to part. It remains with those who value and respect it.”
The visor of his helmet was no longer trained on your face and his back was to you as he walked back to where the Ugnaught was speaking with the Jawas. You just watched, shocked at both his actions and his words.
You were silent as a trade was established and your group was ushered into the crawling fortress. The cramped spaces designed for the smaller forms of the Jawas had you leaning low as you settled into a seat while it spurred into movement.
“You run, and I will give chase. Do not forget that.” The Mandalorian’s warning chilled you as you knew all too well that he was speaking the truth. You stood beside the pod ramrod straight, not wanting any movement to make him suspect you were foolish enough to give in to your instincts. You nodded once to signal that you understood him, that you would remain out here and wait for his return. “Do not interfere, I need the credits and you are to be returned unarmed.”
All was quiet as his figure disappeared into the cave you had approached after leaving the crawling fortress, the reflection of the light on his helmet dimming until the entrance was pitch black once again. 
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You don’t know how much time passed but it could’ve have been long, before the faint sounds of blaster fire decorated the air. The body of the Mandalorian came flying out of the cave suddenly with a shout. You watched as he landed with a sickening thud into the thick mud that had resulted from last night’s storm. Some of it splattered up from the force of his landing.
You fought against the urge to run toward him to see if he was okay when a loud roar echoed through the air from the entrance of the cave. You saw the damaged plate of his chest armor bent and nearly falling from his downed frame. The sound hit you deep in your bones, it settled heavily into your stomach and froze in your spot. You reached for the saber that wasn’t attached to the waist of your tunic and you felt utterly exposed.  
You could only watch as a large shape emerged from the cave. As the sunlight settled over it, a rather large mudhorn was revealed to be the culprit. Beside you, the Child cowered in his pod, ears drooping low as he tried to shy as far into the interior of the pod as possible while still being able to peer over the lip of it. You reached out a hand to rest atop it, prepared to throw it away should you need to.
The scene unfolded before you, the fight the Mandalorian tried to put up against the angered beast. But he was at a disadvantage, the creature far larger and far stronger than he was. His rifle jammed, allowing the mudhorn to charge him and fling him into the air once again with a hard hit of its ivory. The rifle flew from the man’s grip, splattering into the mud in much the same fashion as he did. The creature set its sight on you and the pod, altering its charge. 
You scrambled to put more distance between you and scaled the outcropping of rock behind you while the Mandalorian hit the panel on his cuff and directed the pod to fly away out of the direct line of the creature. Its horn connected hard with the rock formation you were clinging to, the force of it jolting as you tried to keep your hold.
Deeming you too high a target, the creature turned on its heel and set its eyes back on the downed Mandalorian. You watched from your perch as he got dragged and thrown around again and again, still fighting against the creature after every avenue seemed to prove pointless in overpowering it. Another particularly harsh fling had him crashing into the ground and when he didn’t move to get up you found yourself climbing back down to the ground.
Before you could think to do anything, the creature was rearing itself to charge him again. As it neared him, the Mandalorian managed to get up onto his knees and held out a small dagger in front of him. A frown pulled at your lips as you realized that was all he had left to defend himself. He struggled to get a steady hold on the small weapon, his head bobbing and his arms shaking. He bowed his head and held the dagger out in front of him with both hands as the creature closed in on him.
Your breath caught in your throat at the sight. You clenched your eyes shut and flung a hand out but concentration left you in the wake of blinding panic. Across the clearing, the Child did the same motion, mimicking you as he too clenched his eyes.
When sounds of the creature struggling finally wedged into your tunneled ears, you looked up with a gasp to see it being held steady in the air. Your head whipped around toward the pod, despite the distance it was obvious that the Child was using the Force to restrain the creature, effectively stopping it from killing the Mandalorian. Shaking off whatever he was feeling at the sight, the Mandalorian stood and slowly approached the floating, struggling creature. He spared a glance at you and then the Child when you nodded your head over toward it.
The Child seemed to lose his concentration, becoming overwhelmed with using the Force and he collapsed back into the pod. The mudhorn’s figure settling back onto the ground shook the clearing. All was still for a moment before the Mandalorian ran toward it. With a quick movement, he dug the dagger deep into its neck, collapsing as he did so.
It was quiet as he stood back up. Looking over the downed creature and twisting the blade in further before removing it completely.
A deep roar sounded from the mouth of the cave again, sending a trill of panic over you. One of them was enough of a challenge. Two of them would mean the death of the Mandalorian and subsequently you and the Child.
“Jatne vod, ogir's shol'shya!”
Sir, watch out, there’s one more!
Your shout was loud and sudden, voice harsh with panic. The already exhausted and beaten man had no more weapons, yours had been tucked into his belt, but you didn’t see it on his person anymore. The probability of it being lost in the mud somewhere from when he had been flung about like a ragdoll. 
You rushed across the clearing before the cave as a second, larger, angrier mudhorn exploded out from the entrance at incredible speed. You reached out a tether with the Force, trying to hone in on the kyber crystal that you could hear faint whispers from. You were just stepping in front of the man still in front of the first downed mudhorn when the handle of your saber flew to you from the depths of the mud.
He rushed from the fallen body of the dead mudhorn and ran toward the pod in an attempt to protect the now unconscious Child.
A split second later the mudhorn made a curdling roar as you reached a hand out to shove the creature back a few yards, getting it as far from the two recovering figures as you could muster. Rushing after it without another word. It was already back up and rushing toward you, angered at having been tossed in such a way, at seeing the corpse of its partner off to the side.
You dropped to your knees and used the slickness of the mud to slide entirely underneath its charging form. Reaching up you engaged the saber, the white light of the blade searing a deep cut above you across the entirety of the creature’s underside.
The creature fell to the ground, dead. And you let darkness take over you as you collapsed beside it, the saber falling from your shaking arms.
The Mandalorian watched from where he was kneeling heavily on the ground in front of the pod, his knees digging into the thick mud. Both you and the small being in the pod were passed out, the foreign powers you both had used draining you. That was two quarries that had decided to save his life despite the circumstances, two debts he now owed…
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zukurace · 3 months ago
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Mega-update!
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What is new in the latest release:
Customizable wheels! Wheels can be changed in Paint Shop menu, just pressing a button "Wheels". Wheels can be textured with carbon fiber (with color alpha). One of wheel model has invalid UV with stretched carbon fiber in the middle, don't see it :)
Awesome mouse clickable HSV and HSVA color pickers!
Lap highscore is visible in spectator mode (on server and standalone modes). Clients don't see a highscore now, request-respond things will be later.
Variable strobe width on penalty warn. Yellow taillight warning pulse-width modulation.
Hide UI in the paint shop. Unhide on any button (not WASD, analog and Ctrl/Alt/Shift).
Switch online subsystem: Steam/LAN. Last option stored in the save file.
Updated axis parameters widget, and custom horizontal slider. Awesome horizontal sliders, are based on a border with text. LMB Drag - scrolling, RMB - reset.
Main Menu: "PC does not support SM6 warning" message. The game works with DX11, but with some visual glitches. It may be fixed in the future. However, the game runs at 60 FPS on and old laptop with GeForce GTX 960M (low settings with shadows on).
Fix crash on exit race in spectator mode.
Fix mouse disappear in menu for no reason. I found a reason, fixed.
Other boring C++, Blueprint and shader things for things above.
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1hoverman0k · 1 year ago
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my name is pulse width modulation
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kushblazer666 · 3 months ago
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cant stop listening to witch house….. 5:11am…. going back for more pulse width modulation
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