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[sw5w]

Delta-7 Detaches

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:41:01 - 00:41:03

[asteroids-and-tractorbeams]

The Eye of Sion more like Outbound Flight amiright

[seasidefallenangel]

gimme, gimme, gimme a man (2)

calling bllk boys your husband while you're still dating ft. bachira meguru, alexis ness, karasu tabito, otoya eita, shidou ryusei

notes: part 2 to this, fluff, banter, down bad loverboys, use of "wife" in alexis and karasu's, suggestive in shidou's (he's his own warning)

༄ bachira:

“megs, please stop moving - yeah, hi. my husband lost his id and we just need a replacement.”

✣ the second those words leave your mouth the cogs in his head are sent into hyperdrive. he’s barely ever thought of himself as boyfriend material, nevermind husband. for you to proclaim it so boldly in front of others makes him incredibly giddy with joy - to the point where his uncontrollable giggles begin to make the rest of the patrons and government workers a bit paranoid.

⁀➷ bachira’s latched onto you like koala as the two of you exit the office after getting the new id and a handful of concerned looks from the other people inside. his grin is so bright it almost hurts your eyes, and all he can say over and over is “husband? i’m your husband, right? when are we getting married? what kind of dress do you want? what’s the color scheme? i have to ask isagi if he’ll be my best man, and -!” you try to shut him up with a kiss, but the second your lips part he goes right back to babbling about your ‘upcoming’ wedding. you made your bed, so guess now you have to lay in it.

༄ alexis: “can me and my husband just get a slice of sachertorte and a mini quiche?”

✣ so, so, in love with you. you’re already his wife, soulmate, reason for living, so hearing you reciprocate his fantasies has him on cloud nine. he’s staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and his grip on your hand only tightens at your words. it doesn’t matter if people think he’s moving too fast, if he’s too dedicated to you - because you feel the same way. how could he ever even fathom letting you slip from his grasp?

⁀➷ “what season do you want our wedding to be in?” he asks softly as the two of you sit by the cafe window. despite his favorite dessert being right in front of him, he can’t be bothered to eat it. not when you’re across from him, your divinity blessing his meager existence. the question surprises you a bit as he takes your hand, lightly kissing across your knuckles. your expression is so adorable, he can’t help the small laugh that leaves him when he continues, “we’re getting married soon, aren’t we? i’ve already planned the ring i want for you, and i really don’t want to wait that much longer to make you mine.”

༄ karasu:

“hmm, i think they’re too small… oh, excuse me? do you mind getting a bigger size for my husband?”

✣ amused by how blatant you are about it. sure, he knows he wants to marry you someday, but he didn’t expect you to take these jumps so early. he doesn't mind it at all, though. domesticity has always been in the back of his mind when it comes to relationships, preferring to invest in long term romances than lust-filled flings like a certain friend of his. there’s been roughly a billion fantasies involving married life with you, and there’s about to be ten billion more now that you’ve called him that.

⁀➷ “husband, hm?” he says with a smirk as the store employee goes to grab the other pair of shoes. you turn to him with a raised eyebrow and unamused look, asking if he has a problem with it. raising his arms in defense, he simply chuckles and tells you, “not at all, babe. just wondering how i bagged a cute wife when i haven’t even proposed yet.” you just roll your eyes and turn back to the shelves to compare the other cleats. unable to resist, he stands and rests his hands on your waist to whisper into your ear, “your husband didn’t bother getting you a ring? seems like a scumbag. i’ll buy you one right after this,” before placing a gentle kiss on your lips - and rest assured, he’s true to his word.

༄ otoya:

“if you’re gonna keep flirting with my husband, you can fuck off.”

✣ scared out of his mind. he never planned to have any sort of long term relationship with you yet it happened to naturally. for the first time in his life, he found himself being the yearner instead of having his lovers chasing him down. hearing you call him your husband confirms to himself he’s totally smitten. it’s pathetic and frankly terrifying, but he thinks he’d die if he let you go. so of course, you’re with him the one time he really isn’t flirting with someone else and they won’t leave him alone. just his luck.

⁀➷ as the two of you walk back from the coffee shop, he’s convinced he’s about to see all nine of his ninjutsu lives be cut down with the way you’re steaming. the silence is killing him though, and he simply lets out a shaky “babe?” to test the waters. when you turn towards him with rage burning in your eyes, he knows he’s fucked ; except you take his cheeks between your hands and pull him down, telling him he belongs to you and you only. he’s shaking with how passionate you are, realizing you did believe him and it’s everyone else you don’t trust. heart pounding out of his chest, he feels a bit of relief begin to come back. yeah, he doesn’t mind being your husband one bit.

༄ shidou:

“i’m so sorry about my husband's behavior. he didn’t mean to offend you like that.”

✣ first of all, yes he did. second of all, this is probably the worst mistake you’ve ever made. shidou already has you-induced psychosis, so anything you do to feed his ego and remind him that you also like him back just creates an even bigger monster. he tries to steal a kiss in the middle of you speaking, but you know him too well and drag him down by the ear into an apologetic bow. consider him whipped, cause you putting him in his place is so painfully attractive to him he’s about to get down on that one knee now.

⁀➷ “is that any way to be treating your husband?” he says with a shit eating grin while you tug him by the collar down the sidewalk. the restriction around his neck should be painful, but he loves seeing you annoyed so much that he certainly can’t feel it. when you mutter something about already getting a divorce, his smile drops and he digs his teeth into your neck, making you yelp in pain and elbow him in the stomach. he laughs maniacally before brushing his lips against your ear and telling you, “see? we’re made for each other, babe. hurt me a little more, will ya?”

[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[evilminji]

OKAY, FIRST? Like the Picture Says...

So!

Here I was, sittin', thinkin', pondering my thoughts. Thing to myself? "How could one? Presumably female, much like myself, Jedi repopul-" and THAT is when my brain, worn and weary, from years of The Internet? SLAMMED its fucking pint down on the bar counter, turned to me with an ugly scowl and sneered?

"You KNOW fucking how. Don't be coy."

( O.O) w-well alright then, brain. Little aggressive. Kinda wondering where you got the knife. I... I'ma just... go... *pint glass is thrown after me, shattering on the door as it just barely misses*

So! Yeah. Birth, probably. But STILL! That's like? Still ONE(1) fuckin Jedi right? And even IF Mr. "I am literally half midi-chlorians by blood" sired two Force Sensitives on his first go? That's no guarantee EVERYONE does?

Unless..... >.> we are taking into account a Force Sensitive RACE. THEN? Oh, THEN? It's not a matter of IF, but HOW MUCH. Enough to hit that arbitrary cut off point? What if you don't care? What if you say "everybody can be a Jedi"? Want to TRUELY spread the Light. Not just to those who are STRONG enough... but to EVERYONE.

There are a few races like that! But! That STILL? Doesn't solve the Puzzle! The Problem! Of how could One(1) VERY determined Jedi lady, who? Presumably is pretty cool with motherhood. Rebuild The Jedi Order, by NOPING™ out before Order 66.

Again, presumably AFTER taking on the role of Creche Master. And AFTER taking all the youngling on a Super Fun Unplanned Don't Tell The Other Grown Ups Suprise Feild Trip~☆ (yaaaaay!)(who wants snacks! Everybody got their travel bags and buddies? Let's gooooo~☆!)

Cause like? Still need a stable population. And enough Jedi to *obscene gestures multiculturally* at the Sith.

My? Proposal? We turn to the Wisdom of the Monster Fuckers. (Wait wait WAIT! Don't leave! HEAR ME OUT!) I KNOW this sounds like a sex thing! Not a sex thing! It's a "Who said Humanoid Meant Live Birth? Were fucking Aliens, Bro" thing! Just because? Our SI-OC? Was reborn AS a vaguely human shaped sentient?

DOESNT MEAN SHE'S A MAMMAL.

That weird hair color could mark her as some WEIRD, man! Fuck, for all we know she could be a fungus! It's vaguely body horror! You get over it! Adapt to new biology!

Learn?? You lay CLUTCHS. Fuckin EGGS. All baby making is external after the first bit. Something, something, easier to defend against predators. SI-OC doesn't remember that part. There was this high pitched ringing in her head then a thump. She was on the floor. May have fainted. What're you, a cop?

They offer her weird alien birth control.

She takes the birth control.

Learns she is a Rare and Near Extinct Species, a la Master Mundi. Learns it's VERY detrimental to her health to lay clutches. Takes a lot of resources, she can't LEAVE it, so with out a partner or community (or sufficient hoard of food) she WILL starve to death. It HAS happened.

No, seriously, look Mafame Che in the eyes. It HAS happened. And no you CAN'T "push your impulses into the Force". It's a biological imperative. Your body physically won't LET you.

Exactly three options. Babies born, they die, or YOU DIE.

......little intense. Got it. Yes she would like that birth control. She will continue to be both average and forgettable. Pay no attention to the Jedi Creche Master In Training! Oh look! It's kenobi! *yeets fellow jedi under the speeder*

Take some.... research trips >.> <.< >.> which is of course totally not scouting out new Temple locations! To the Wild Zone. Mmmmm, no one for WEEKS by hyperdrive! It's so calm out here!

Only took, like, 278 different planets scouted! To find the right one.

*starts building dwellings.* *starts directing "too old" Force Sensitives or Families that want to stay together and are willing to move, towards the location.*

New secret Jedi planet? Whaaaaat? Nooooooo. That would be illegal. Jedi can't break RULES! Don't be silly. Oh? Is that Skywalker? *same Speeder, new jedi. YEET!*

But WAIT! The War Approachth! D:> upsetting. Better get ready to give that "we totally need to Hide The Babies For War Reasons" presentation she has prepared. But FIRST?

A clutch. Got a transport pod ready to go. Got food stockpiled. Got the birth control out. Now? Just need a male! Too uh... contribute.

.......look, she wants her legion of tiny jedi babies okay? They glow like STARS. Everything is BETTER with them around. And she's kinda come around to this whole... disgusting slime... goo... Thing™. Cause I mean? At LEAST it's not pushing one OUT! ( o7 Padme, you have her respect. But also you are a madwoman.)

The Healers, are of course, FROTHING at the mouth.

YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER. They hiss, like healing and very concerned paragons of needle weilding fury. Where the FUCK are you going to just? GET?? A male of you INCREDIBLY RARE AS FUCK Species? You damn near dead and no longer existent species??!? You have DELIBERATELY put yourself in EXTREME medical distress! For WHAT?! Did you HAVE a plan!?

Yeah. :3 I call it Pulling a Yoda's Linage *Yoda ears move from Concern, to Intrigued*

*click*

..........what was that. Jedi SI-OC, What Was That?? *comms start blowing up* What did you just DO?

Oh :3c simple. She asked. It's the only polite thing to DO after all. She DOES need assistance. Surely someone would be willing to offer. If they can. How? You may ask?? Why look so CONCERNED Councilors! She simply assumed, that? Since there is no way of KNOWING where in the Galaxy surviving members of her Race are? And time IS of the essence? She SHOULD reach as wide an audience as she can, as FAST as she can... RIGHT?

>:3c so, of course, she posted her request to the Holonet.

Video and all.

"Grettings, I am Jedi SI-OC. I am an [race] and currently a Creche Master here at the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. I require the assistance of a healthy, willing Male of my species, as I have laid a clutch. And wish to have it fertilized. I would like to have children. We would, of course, discuss co parenting the children before beginning. I have, attached, further details. Thank you for your time. May the Force be with you"

Sexiest shit a LOT of people for egg laying races have seen in years. Well... those with Very Specific Jedi Kinks. Of course, no one ADMITS to jedi kinks. But like... you've thought about it. Don't lie. Everyone's thought about it. It's them and the Mandalorians.*commiserating noises*

But like? The NEWS CYCLE.

Holy SHIT.

Yeah, yeah, tensions and possible succession from the Republic. Sith plots in the background. But? *new casters violently clear their planned segments for THIS* JEDI? Horny on main!? Is THIS ALLOWED? IS this horny? What race is that? C-can other people volunteer? And if so, who? We take to the streets! Sir, what's your opinion on-?

OUTTA MY WAY, I'MMA BANG A JEDI! *frenzied mob like behavior*

*temple guards, unnamused.* back! BACK! Horny jail! For ALL OF YOU!

Just?? It's? So, SO? Important to me? That their are Mandalorian [race] that show up. Because the need to repopulate their people is more important then *scrunch nose* Jedi(ew). That it becomes the Galaxy's hottest Bachelorette show. WHO? Amongst these Fine And Acomplished Men? Will the Jedi CHOOSE? To have babies with! They ask.

And, presumably, marry and learn the power of family and friendship and emotions and be HEALED by LOVE etc etc.

There are shipping charts. It's horrifying. The talk shows LOVE it.

Council? Day drinking. Except for Mundi. He's just like "....but did you HAVE to you they Holonet? It's so MESSY >:/ everyone's in our BUSINESS now." Cause he's not a hypocrite. Grumpy asshole? Absolutely. But not a hypocrite.

Just? The single most "....who?" Jedi ever. Causing the BIGGEST fuss. Right at the worst possible moment, for Sidious. Causing an explosion of glee and hope and laughter etc, all across the Galaxy. Good feeling towards the Jedi. EVERYBODY talking about them. There's gonna be HUNDREDS more!

If she does this AGAIN (in a decade. Madame Che was NOT joking on the stress it puts on the body) there could be thousands new Jedi over the coming years! (Probably why the Sith fuckin wiped them OUT, not that she thinks about it. Fuckers. Who's laughing NOW?! Huh? WHO LAUGHING NOW?!)

Again! Very, unspeakably Ace. Not a sex thing. I just think I'd be funny? That the Forces answer to The Evil Sith plan was... Babies™.

What are we? Fuckin YODA?

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @hypewinter @mayfay

[penultimatefan02]

Pen's Missed Proposal - A Theory

SPOILERS AHEAD!

@chimerapartyhouse wrote an insightful post regarding Pen’s motivations for having the diamond ring he dropped after his defeat at the Starship ruins. Was it Pen’s intention to propose to the builder before leaving with the Duvos army? On its own, it does hint that Pen wanted the builder to join him. Moreso, the hint was strengthened by the event that took place in the mission, “Pen’s Last Words.”

After Pen was taken away, he mailed a goodbye letter to the builder where he directed them to a cave so they could obtain a treasure. For those who did not romance Pen, the cave was essentially a trap with many beasts inside.

The treasure included Gold (5), Diamond (1), and Gols (400). Here is the symbolism:

5 (五 wǔ) sounds like 呜 (wū), which is onomatopoeia for whimpering and crying. Therefore, it is generally considered an unlucky number.

1. Searching took me in several directions, but the closest match found was that its pronunciations in Chinese sounds similar to the phrase 一生一世 (lifetime or forever).

4 (四 sì) sounds like 死 (sǐ; to die). Because of its negative association with death, most people consider this number to be so unlucky that many buildings in China do not even have a “fourth” floor.

Basically, Pen wanted the builder to experience a very unpleasant death.

However, if the builder romanced Pen, it was a different story.

The romance goodbye letter read:

Having some time to think on things here in the maximum-security prison, I do sometimes regret not finding a way to bring you with me. Ah, well. My bad. Anyway, since you were easily one of the top three lovers I've ever known, and the only one I still have the address for, I've decided to offer a symbol of my forgiveness. That’s right, I forgive you. I don't think we can ever be together again, but at the end of the day, you were just doing your lame goodie-two-shoes thing that you do. I should have recruited you as soon as I started to have suspicions. So, I won't hold it against you. In fact, I have one last thing give you. A challenge! Deep in the core of the ruins, I've tucked away one of the most powerful possessions in existence! And it's yours for the taking! All you have to do is get past the waves and waves of ravenous beasts that guard it, but... that should be no problem for you, Skinny. Remember your training. We will not meet again, Pen.

Here, Pen was all over the place. He offered backhanded compliments. Regretted not “recruiting” them. He forgave them for fighting against him. Then, he warned the builder of the beasts waiting at the cave but assured them they would win.

He was really fucked up.

For this post, I’m not going to dissect his psyche (much). My focus is on his offered mission and what it represents to those who romance him.

When entering the cave, my first thought was, when did Pen set this up? It must have been before the first arrest because there would be no time after the invasion. It only made sense that it was after the builder fell from the cliff but before Pen caught Haru. That’s because once Haru was captured the chain of events was set into motion.

That fall from the cliff must have thrown Pen for a loop. After the builder returned Pen said he searched for them relentlessly but couldn’t find them. His personality shifted in that conversation because from then on, he suspected Logan got to the builder due to the cliff’s location.

[The dialogue is from memory as I couldn’t find a screenshot. On the wiki, Pen says the builder crawled back to him, but I think the dialogue was changed. If someone has a screenshot, please share. It’s been a while since I played that part of the game, but I remember the builder had options to respond. such as they hit a tree on the way down.]

At that point, Pen’s mission was in hyperdrive, and Logan was breathing down his neck. He only had a brief window to plan on how to “recruit” the builder. It was within that window that Pen bought the ring and set up the cave for the proposal. For Pen, I’d imagine the ravenous beasts were there as a challenge to deem the builder worthy of his hand in marriage. If the builder won, Pen would kneel in the blood, guts, and glory of battle to put a ring on it. The treasure was as follows: Gold (5), Diamond (2), The Protector (1), Gols (600).

Here is the symbolism:

2. According to Chinese numerology, pairs are auspicious. This helps explain why it's common to see 双喜 (shuāngxǐ “double happiness”) on wedding couplets.

(Using separate definitions, 5, 2, and 1 combined may mean something like crying in happiness at being together forever?)

6. Chinese culture views number six as auspicious since it resembles the words for "smooth" and "well-off." It is linked to prosperity, happiness, and good fortune. It is also thought that number six has fascinating meaning when it comes to relationships and love. It's a popular option for romantic occasions like wedding dates because it connotes the idea of a smooth and harmonious relationship.

521. Following the recognition of 520 as a symbol of romance, the number 521 also gradually became associated with love. Lovers in China have now bestowed the number 521 with the meaning "I am willing", and both May 20 and May 21 are celebrated as Online Valentine's Days in China every year.

600 (general meaning, not language specific). In Love and Relationships, 600 is a sign of balance, harmony, and stability. When this number appears to you it can indicate that your relationship is about to enter a new stage of growth. 

Pen surely had a plan to propose.

My headcanon is that when Pen saw the Builder, Logan, and Justice come to interrupt the excavation, he knew that not only was his mission in jeopardy but so was his proposal.

That is why I believe the builder’s involvement was one of the reasons Pen went super feral on Logan. We know that Howlett almost wrecked his mission, but now Logan was trying to wreck everything for him. It’s also why I think he was overly spiteful toward the builder at the jail. In Pen’s eyes, the builder betrayed him by taking Logan’s side.

After Pen had time to stew on it though he forgave the builder but then put all the blame on Logan.

[wolveria]

What We Did on Felucia - Ch 10

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary: “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

AO3

The flight to Coruscant was far shorter than your journey to Kamino thanks to the Marauder’s customized hyperdrive. You didn’t know what modifications Tech had installed, but it beat a hyperspace ring, cutting travel time roughly in half.

It still left quite a lot of time in a confined space, but it wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be after the conversation in the barracks, or after your… intimate encounter with Tech. The time was filled with sleeping, cleaning weapons, or playing strategy games with a board balanced on Gonky’s long-suffering chassis.

You were in the midst of scrubbing the carbon scoring off the inner shielding on your disassembled lightsaber when Crosshair sidled up to your chair. He was so silent when he moved, you wouldn’t have known he was there if you didn’t rely so heavily on your other senses. He hadn’t yet mastered the art of moving silently through the Force, though he’d tried to sneak up on you enough times to prove he could.

“Not very covert of you to bring that to 79’s.”

You stopped scrubbing, eyes turned upward in surprise.

“I’m going with you?”

“Well, yeah!” Wrecker chimed in from his seat, feet kicked up on the console with his hands resting behind his head. “What, you thought we were leaving you on the ship?”

“I… suppose not.”

“Hope you have something less conspicuous than robes.”

Crosshair’s critical eye left you frowning.

“Everything I own is what you see before you.”

“You Jedi do travel light,” Hunter observed. He was in another comm seat, his body posture relaxed except for the vibroblade twirling between his fingers.

“We don’t need much,” you said, purposefully not staring at the dancing blade and the deftness of his hand. “Anything we require is supplied by the Temple.”

“Unless they can give you something that shows skin, I doubt they’ll have what you need.”

You frowned further at Crosshair’s unhelpful commentary.

“My robes are perfectly adequate.”

“Yes, for a standard mission.” Tech entered from the cockpit, Echo behind him, his amused expression indicating he’d been listening. Tech, meanwhile, appeared only tangentially interested, leaning on the console near Wrecker’s feet with his datapad in hand. “Think of this as a more… covert operation.”

Echo took pity on your obvious confusion.

“Two kinds of people frequent 79’s: clones and civilians. A Jedi general would, well, draw attention. Outside of missions, clones and Jedi don’t really… mingle.”

Ah. That would make sense.

“We could go somewhere else,” Hunter offered, and the knife went still before he slid it into the sheath along his forearm. “A different bar. Most places aren’t exactly clone-friendly, but if you would be more comfortable…”

You shook your head to stop him. His thoughtfulness was unnecessary, though it was sweet.

“Actually, I’ve been curious about 79’s. The older cadets talk about it often.”

“For good reason!” Wrecker boasted. “Lots of cheap drinks and food!”

His enthusiasm was almost contagious; you might actually look forward to this. It would certainly be an adventure, one that was less likely to end in blaster fire than most of your missions.

“So, you’re saying I need to blend in?”

“That is what I am saying,” Tech said.

“Which means no stuffy Jedi robes,” Crosshair added.

“They’re not stuffy,” you repeated, but your defense of your wardrobe didn’t convince anyone. “And I’ve only had a handful of robes over the years. I have nothing else.”

Tech’s datapad was forgotten at his side as he stared at you, rubbing his chin in a way that usually meant he had come up with a plan involving a lot of explosions and running.

“We could improvise.”

Crosshair also appraised you through narrowed eyes.

“Yes. That could work.”

You looked between them as the urge to find cover increased.

“What would work?”

Crosshair smiled, and that many teeth didn’t bode well for you.

“We could make those stuffy robes a little less stuffy.”

“Removing a few layers should do the trick,” Tech concluded.

“Oh, no.”

They either didn’t hear your quiet horror, or they chose to ignore it.

This was why you weren’t chosen for infiltration missions.

You were sure you stuck out like a Wookiee in a crowd of Jawas, but between the thudding music, pulsing lights, and the sea of undulating bodies, no one looked your way. Nor did anyone care about your eclectic outfit, which consisted of your body suit and only two of your sashes. They crisscrossed over your chest and belted at the waist, covering you only to mid-thigh.

You also wore your knee-high boots, and a maroon shawl Hunter had pulled from somewhere on the ship looped over your hair and covered your non-human face in shadows. Cathar outside of your home system were still rare, and it wouldn’t be difficult to guess your identity.

Altogether, the ensemble wasn’t dissimilar to some of the civilian club outfits you saw, but without your lightsaber, you felt entirely naked. Unwilling to leave it behind, Tech had offered to loop it on his belt along with his other tools. Seeing your weapon hanging from his hip did something to your insides that you didn’t examine.

Hunter led the squad through the crowd, and it was a testament to how inebriated and distracted the off-duty clones were that they hardly noticed or cared about the Batch’s presence. Which was good, you really didn’t want to break up any fights at the bar. You’d done enough of that at Tipoca City’s cantina.

 A hand settled on the small of your back, guiding you through a concentration of bodies, and Echo moved close so he could be heard above the music.

“It can be overwhelming at first, especially for sensitive folk. Just don’t get lost in the crowd.”

There wasn’t much chance of that; reaching out and sensing your men through the Force was as automatic as breathing, which you had a hard time doing with Echo’s mouth brushing against your ear.

Expecting to gather around the bar or take one of the circular tables edging the room, you were surprised when you were led into a private backroom. A circular booth surrounded a low, round table, the dim lights overhead casting the room in an intimate setting.

“Figured we would appreciate the privacy,” Hunter explained with a gesture made toward the booth. “Have a seat, and Wrecker and I will bring some drinks.”

You nodded and took a place on the long, curved seat, failing to adjust the tabards across your chest so they wouldn’t fall in a provocative way. Even though you were covered with the body suit—which had been an argument itself since Crosshair had tried to convince you to go topless—it still felt like a very un-Jedi-like thing to wear.

Echo said, “I’ll be back. Saw some familiar faces out there,” and then followed the other two out the beaded curtain entrance.

“We all have familiar faces,” Tech muttered. You breathed out a laugh, and he blinked at you, not understanding the joke.

You ended up wedged between Tech on your right, Crosshair on your left, the latter pressed against your side without a shred of subtlety.

“This is cozy,” the sniper drawled.

“Yes,” Tech observed, prodding the seat next to his leg, “these cushions are plusher than the ones in the main room.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He took a lock of your loose hair and wrapped it around his finger as he leaned into your space. “So, you two had fun on the ship?”

Tech fixed Crosshair with a look that seemed to dare him to comment further.

“Why do you wish to know?”

Crosshair ignored Tech’s question and his glare, instead focusing on you with half-lidded eyes and a small smile.

“Didn’t expect you to make a move so soon, princess.”

Your fur ruffled and you were suddenly too hot.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Heat of the moment, then?” Crosshair’s brows raised in mock surprise. “I thought you Jedi had more self-control than that.”

Tech stiffened at your side. You reached under the table and took his hand, threading your fingers between his. He relaxed, understanding you weren’t bothered by Crosshair’s words. In fact, the longer you looked him in the eye, the more you sensed something very interesting under the surface.

“Perhaps giving someone else control is the point,” you mused, curling your lips. Crosshair’s eyes went a fraction wider, the pupils dilating in a reaction he couldn’t hide. You leaned in and pressed your fingertip to the crest of his chest plate. “Is that what you want, Crosshair? For me to take control?”

He swallowed heavily and no words came out. Crosshair, finally made speechless. You wouldn’t have thought it possible if you hadn’t seen it yourself.

Saved from having to answer, or more likely, to continue floundering, Wrecker and Hunter entered the room carrying bowls of snacks and an assortment of mugs and shot glasses. The large mugs were filled with a bubbly golden alcohol, while the shot glasses contained glowing blue liquid. The bowls held nuts, crackers, and fried chips, tantalizing after two days of ration bars.

Echo sat between Tech and Wrecker, while Hunter sat on Crosshair’s other side. As they settled in, Tech leaned over and said in a low voice, “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone handle Crosshair that effectively before. I am incredibly aroused.”

You choked, unfortunately in the midst of taking your first drink of golden alcohol.

“Whoa, easy there,” Echo joked. “Plenty to go around.”

“I apologize. Should I not have said that?”

You wiped your mouth off on the back of your covered arm, coughing your airways clear.

“Perhaps not when something’s in my mouth.”

By Tech’s sudden devious expression, he understood the unfortunate innuendo.

“I shall make a note.”

“Like I said, lots of cheap food and drinks!” Wrecker pointed out, unknowingly saving you from being under Tech’s teasing scrutiny. None of the others had heard the exchange of words except, you belatedly realized, that wasn’t true. There was someone who would have heard, and Hunter’s heavy side eye was a mixture of amused and exasperated. His silent attention had followed you for most of the trip, even after you took a sonic shower and it should have been impossible for him to smell anything lingering.

You warmed under his gaze now, just as you had every time you sensed it on the Marauder.

“Not to mention the clone chasers.”

Crosshair’s silky words drew you back to the present. You frowned.

“Someone chases you?”

With a hand rubbing the back of his neck, Echo said, “In a sense. They’re civilians who come to 79’s with the, uh… intention of leaving with a clone.”

Your eyes widened in sudden understanding.

“Has that happened to any of you before?”

The question came without thought, and you winced at your own boldness, but the others reacted in their own varied ways. Echo and Hunter both looked awkward, while Wrecker let out a scoff.

“Nah, I just come here to have fun.”

Crosshair leaned his elbows on the table and said in a smooth tone, “Some would consider sex to be fun.”

Wrecker made a face at him.

“Not with some stranger tryin’ to get me drunk! As if they could! Hah!”

“I, too, am disinclined to leave the bar with someone who views what should be an intimate evening as nothing more than a victory tally.” Tech squeezed your hand, and you flushed pleasant heat across your skin. For someone who didn’t think he had a chance getting your attention, he was very good at this.

Crosshair leaned back in his seat, which put his shoulders square against yours again. He made a noise of disbelief, but you were distracted by his hand finding its way to your thigh, fingers toying with the ends of your sash.

“They’re making it sound like a frequent occurrence. It’s not.” His tone was perfectly even, as if his hand wasn’t so high up your leg.

“You don’t come here often?” you asked, matching his casual tone with some degree of success.

“No, we’re not usually a target.” Crosshair leaned closer, and though his tone held a kind of hostile disgust, his fingers moved from the sash directly to your thigh, and you could feel his warmth even through your suit and his gloves. “The vultures at the reg bar think we aren’t clone enough. Shocking, I know.”

You frowned, not liking the sound of these kinds of patrons.

Tech perked up and said, “They do have a penchant for Hunter.”

You looked up at Hunter, surprised to see his cheeks darken.

“That’s one reason why I sometimes leave early.”

Something molten and sharp twisted your belly, hot and unpleasant and strange. You tried to keep your tone light, but it sounded forced to your own ears.

“Oh. I see.”

His flush deepened as he waved his hands, eyes wide in panic.

“No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Wrecker bellowed with laughter, almost spilling his own golden mug as he explained, “Hunter gets shy from all the attention.”

Crosshair’s grin was small but delighted.

“You mean he runs for cover like he’s taking enemy fire.”

The odd sensation eased within you, and the sting of shame followed after. What was that? It was such a strong sensation, appeared from nowhere, and left just as quickly.

Hunter sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as Wrecker gave another guffaw. Echo leaned back with his arms folded across his chest, a sparkle in his eye as he said, “Oh, I have a feeling Hunter won’t be bothered tonight.”

His smile was a little too knowing, and suddenly more pairs of eyes were turned on you, so you cleared your throat and turned the topic back to him.

“What about you? Any tales of the bar to tell?”

Echo winced.

“Not any happy ones.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, immediately regretting the question, but he simply shrugged.

“Don’t be. I’ve had better experiences since then.” This time, when he smiled, it was warm, lighting his face in a way that left you a little bit stunned. He hid it well, but when his mouth tilted a particular way and his eyes brightened with silent laughter, he was… pretty. There was no other word for it.

You quickly turned to Crosshair next, expectant. He had found a toothpick to chew on, and he pulled it out of his mouth to roll between two long fingers.

“Something you need?”

Right. Crosshair wasn’t the most open about… well, anything. You gave him a look that said we’ll revisit this later, and turned to the others, able to see all their faces thanks to the curve of the booth.

“I know it’s a very personal subject, and I don’t mean to pry. I suppose it’s been something on my mind, and… Well, Felucia was… my first experience.”

It was strange to say it aloud in a public space, as if acknowledging the act made it real in a way it hadn’t been before. And yet, it felt as if a great weight lifted off your shoulders. And better yet, none of them seemed uncomfortable by the reminder of what happened, and you eased further.

“You’re curious, nothing wrong with that.” Hunter’s smile was faint but kind. “I can say for most of us, you’re our first.”

You flushed warm.

“You’re the only one we need!” Wrecker proclaimed with a slosh of his mug.

“Wrecker,” Hunter sighed in warning.

“What? It’s true! No one’s better for us than our Jedi.”

The heat radiating from your face could have been its own thermal generator.

“I… I’m flattered,” you sputtered, “but I don’t expect you to be… exclusive to me. I assume you want to be with others, either now or… eventually.”

That earned you frowns of various degrees, and Tech said, “Your assumptions are based on inaccurate data.”

“Why would we want that?” Echo added. Crosshair moved closer, his words like a serpent weaving across your skin.

“Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t want exclusivity.”

You frowned at him, more confused than offended.

“Who else could I possibly want?”

“Another Jedi?” Echo smiled at your blank expression. “I don’t think you realize the draw of the Jedi. Especially for clones.”

Wrecker laughed at whatever your expression held. Crosshair snickered too, and even Hunter seemed to fight a smile.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious,” Echo said.

“There are millions of written works and visual media depicting the Jedi in romantic and sexual encounters,” Tech explained. “There seems to be an undeniable mysterious allure to the Jedi, as well as a certain taboo element. ‘Forbidden love’ is a popular subgenre across many of these depictions.”

“He would know,” Crosshair purred in your ear. “He has a collection.”

Tech glared across you straight to his brother.

“Those were for research.”

“Yeah, ‘research.’” Wrecker made quotation marks in the air, and Tech gave him a cutting look that could slice durasteel beams in half.

Echo ignored the silent battle of wills.

“Factor all that, and then consider the bonds that clones form with their generals. Seems inevitable, doesn’t it? Most clones I know had feelings for their Jedi at one time or another. Some grow out of it, but… a lot of us don’t.”

Something in his gaze caused a funny flutter in your stomach. And then it clicked.

“Wait.” You leaned forward. “When you painted me on the side of the Marauder, that wasn’t some sort of hazing ritual?”

Wrecker grinned, proud of the art he’d created. It had been a very good likeness of you, though the sultry lay of your robes exposing bare legs and cleavage were far more flattering than the reality.

“Nope!”

“I thought Hunter was going to have a heart attack,” Echo said, an amused glance toward their leader.

Hunter sighed.

“And I thought you would ask for a transfer before our first mission.”

Yes, you remembered how flustered Hunter had been before he ordered them to get the paint remover, leaving you to believe it had been a friendly joke.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Hunter added, his expression a little bit warmer. You smiled back, but Crosshair wasn’t finished adding his own commentary.

“Hunter practically threatened to throw us into the Kaminoan sea if we did anything to ‘screw up a good thing.’”

Hunter gave him a cool look.

“Oh, I would have. Nothing practically about it.”

You stared at him, brows raised, and Hunter winced.

“I didn’t want our squad to be reassigned to some rigid general who wouldn’t mesh well with our tactics,” he explained. “You seemed like a good fit.”

“Doesn’t hurt you were easy on the eyes,” Crosshair purred. “Hunter’s words.”

Hunter’s glare could have rivaled Tech’s earlier seething stares, and you made an amused noise to draw his attention.

“Easy on the eyes, Sargeant?” you teased, and, oh yes, you were starting to feel the effects of the golden alcohol. “Did you find me attractive?”

If you thought he would fold into a blushing mess, you were wrong.

“Still do.”

You turned to your own mug, unable to meet his eye when he smiled at you like that. You drained the entire glass, and when you placed it empty on the table, you caught the stares of your men.

“What?” You wiped the back of your hand against your arm. “Jedi can drink.”

Wrecker whooped, “Yeah, they can!”

“Apparently so,” Tech said, pushing up his goggles with a finger between his eyes.

“You forgot the shot.”

You weren’t sure if your flush was due to the alcohol or Crosshair’s silky voice in your ear. He indicated the small glass of blue liquid, and you took the shot and swallowed it straight down. The fire hit your stomach and throat a second later, and you must have made some kind of face, because chuckles sounded from the rest of the squad.

Crosshair took the pitcher of golden spirits and refilled your mug, which you quickly downed to wash away the simmer of fire.

Tech leaned closer, his focus on your face.

“Out of curiosity, can you suppress the symptoms of your own intoxication by use of the Force?”

“Perhaps,” you said with a little smile. Jedi could, in fact, clear their minds of many induced effects of the body, but they weren’t exactly supposed to be used for a night at the bar.

Wrecker raised his mug at you, and his eyes glittered as he downed the whole thing in one go.

“All right, it’s not a contest,” Hunter said. “There’s no reason to drink so fast—”

“We could make it a contest.”

Tech looked at Crosshair thoughtfully.

“Enhanced clone metabolism versus Jedi self-regulation via the Force?”

“No, no experiments at the bar,” Hunter protested in a way that indicated this wasn’t the first time it had happened. Tech frowned.

“It’s a simple field test, Hunter. I can chaperone the participants while also recording the results.”

Hunter sighed, knowing when he was outnumbered.

“Go easy on your sergeant,” you chided them. “He doesn’t need another heart attack.”

“You’re hilarious, General.”

“Mmm, aren’t I?”

You propped your chin on your hand while grinning at Hunter, and your elbow immediately slipped on leftover crumbs. If not for Tech grabbing your shoulders, you would have gone face-first into the table.

Hunter shook his head and mumbled, “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

As if waiting the entire night for the opportunity, Crosshair refilled another golden mug and placed it in front of Hunter, his mouth curved and wicked.

“We can fix that.”

Next Chapter

[siremasterlawrence]

The Movie Warehouse

It is a testing shoot part during the audition process as Henry Cavill pops his head in to the room as I wave him in the door slid in to the side and he enters excitedly with a huge smile.I punch a button under the table as the door shuts close to a locks could be heard in a mere second slinking in the background of the room and the our gaze returns to me once more. Another button is press as light balls drops descending from the ceiling as it lit up in to a bright multicolored light washing the room all a glow and I become even happier to see in my power.Alan Ritchson is the next to begin slipping in to my room as the door pushes past it on to the wall as he walks in a stunning massive body stood taller towering over me with such power and I am left in true amazement. He thinks for a second as his eyes rose up in to the air staring at the light as it glows up hitting him in the head with a eye beam as his body shuts down and I watch as his mouth drops, he dribbles and he sinks in to a deep slumber. I laugh with such enthusiasm happily throwing a fist pump walking from behind the tablestanding in front of both men grabbing his nipples as they moan in pleasure at my touch and watching them suffer is sofucking hot. We are along ones in the room when I hold on to their belts undoing them as they fall to the ground the pants loosen, they fallto the ground in insane panic as their skin goes red hot and they are left vulnerable inmy power. I force them to undress and place the costumes on posing with props as I am packing Henry in his new duds with his armslaying on his shoulders with a sexy smile onhis face and I can’t help but admire all of my work and then watch it look so glorious in my eyes. “Ok test shoot to commence ina few minutes. Get ready!” I say using mycell phone to take a picture for my self.

Henry Golding follows next in to the room as the lights calls through staring at the light his mind immediately is sent in to hyperdrive as he can no longer look away and he sent in to a spiral line action as his world goes in to chaos. He sent in to a hole with in his mind as he goes blank without question as he is total submission his life flies way into nothingness as it matters only to me because and I have fun with him as well undoing his button down jacket. The restof his clothes go flying in to the air he is left stark naked for all to see, I am in awehe is usually not my time anyway yet I do want him so bad and that is what will drive me even further and I take him in consume him like a drink. Alex Pettyfer snaps in to subspace the very moment he steps in to the space when I do it waving my hand in his face as he freezes on my command and grabbing a pair of his scissors cutting his clothes off and letting him shine with light. “Look in to my eyes deeply with love, lust, need and desiring to serve me for the rest of my life longterm without any questioning me. Why don’t you do as I am instructing you to for once no questions ask?” I inform him. He relaxes a bit as he is laying back on to the wall as he leans with a sexy expression on his face he is under my thrall for a lifetime as he kisses me slowly and I push myself on to him as we make out intensely and I pose him as well making them join the group.

“All four of you stand in the center of the ring

grab your props and pose.”

“You are the roles you seek”

“You auditioned”

“You played the process”

“You are the parts “

“You no longer exist”

“You love them”

“You love me”

“You will surrender to me and me alone “

“You four stay here as my private collection”

“I will play with you soon”

“Chris Evans ”

“Glen Powell”

“Welcome! The center “

“Stand in”

“Blink”

“Mmmmmm”

“You are thrilled “

“Rick hard”

“Thrilled and excited ?”

“Yes Sir”

“I am your lord and master “

“Yes Lord”

“You worship me “

“You are God”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Master Lawrence”

“Chris sit down “

“With pleasure “

“Glen and Chris give me a lap dance “

“A total striptease “

“Good boi”

“Let me see that ass”

“Oh God! That body”

“Looking hot”

“Crawl over to me”

“Sit on my lap”

“Give me a lap dance “

“Rub me over “

“Oh My Goodness”

“You are driving me crazy “

“You feel good”

“Mmmm baby”

“Fuck good boi!”

“Follow through it and give it even better “

“Four more soldiers to go”

“Load on to the ship”

“It’s by the dock outside of the building”

“Freeze and wait for me”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“Justin Hartley and Stephen Amell”

“We are almost concluded “

“Smile for me”

“Let the light burn”

“Washing over you “

“You try to fight but give in”

“You are mine”

“Yes Master”

“Join the project”

“Obey me”

“We will go on the sea”

“We are pirates “

“You will serve me”

“Yes Master”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Strip for me”

“Spin about “

“Face each other “

“Face to face “

“I am your world “

“What may I do?”

“Let us obey “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Yes Master”

“Kiss each other “

“Lock lips “

“Lips to lips “

“Mmmmm”

“Take each other clothes off “

“Walk to me”

“Wrap your body on mine”

“I am Charlie Cox”

“I am Tyler Hoechlin”

“We are your ideal slaves.”

The end

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hi!

For the prompt requests...I'm thinking "I'm sorry, I had to" with Hound maybe 👀 or Cody as an alternative ❤️

hello roz my dear. thank you for this prompt!! I wanted desperately to write for Hound for this, but Cody came in and said "nope, this one's mine" so here we are. hope you enjoy!

First Kiss - Cody

Summary: You're injured. Cody can't risk losing you without telling you how he feels.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, confessions

Word Count: 1k

dividers by: me, @saradika, and @dystopicjumpsuit in that order &lt;3

As a starship technician, you don’t often travel to the frontlines. You support your boys in yellow from the Negotiator, repairing the clones’ gunships, the Jedis’ hyperdrive rings, and other engineering tasks that sometimes fall through the cracks. While you’d technically been combat trained when you enlisted with the GAR, that had been ages ago. You’ve never had a need to brush up on your skills. In effect, the GAR viewed you as a civilian engineer, not as a soldier, and so didn’t feel the need to press your training. 

Maybe they should have. 

Because while you don’t go to the frontlines, today the frontline has come to you. 

Explosions rock the Negotiator. Tremors rumble up through the durasteel floor into your body, already panicked as it is, as you pelt full-tilt down a side corridor. Your blaster is clutched in sweaty palms. You need to reach the hangar bay. You’ve been working on some modifications to the gunships to make them quieter, stealthier, more efficient—if that data is destroyed or, even worse, stolen, several months of your work goes down the drain. You may even be fired if the Separatists use the data against the clone army.

But in reality, that’s not what you’re worried about. No, you’re worried about Cody. You know him; he’s out there at the front right now, leading his men by example. It’s part of the reason you fell for him in the first place. He cares for his men—and in the end, that depth of emotion may be his downfall. Kark, you should have told him how you feel. 

You sprint past dozens of troopers running in the opposite direction. As you near the hangar, one of the men stops you, yanking you to a halt. 

“Hangar’s compromised!” he shouts over the blaring klaxon. “Come with us! Commander’s orders!” 

That gives you pause. Meeting the helmeted gaze of the trooper with wide eyes, you flounder for a moment. Another explosion shakes the ship. You stumble, the trooper’s grasp the only thing keeping you upright.

“Where’s the Commander?” you shout. 

His hesitation tells you all you need to know. Pulling yourself out of the trooper’s grip, you continue on your mad dash to the hangar, its state of damage be damned. Thankfully, none of the rest of the men stop you, and at last, you reach the hangar entrance. 

The entire space is engulfed in an inferno. Heat snarls at you as the door opens, before the metal screeches to a halt halfway, jammed. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you step over the threshold. 

You practically live in this hangar. You know exactly where your workstation is, how to get to it, where everything is within your toolbox. This is a space you could walk through in your sleep—yet as you squint against the sting of smoke and dodge flames that seem to leap at you, panic begins to build in your chest in earnest. Because Cody is somewhere in all this carnage, too. You can’t save both your work and your commander. 

You couldn’t live with yourself if you let him die. 

Your lungs scream for air. With a terrified whimper, you gulp in a deep lungful. Immediately you begin to cough, the smoke burning into your body. Turning in a circle, you attempt to squint through the smoke. The heat grows by the minute and becomes increasingly oppressive. Your knees feel weak. But still you stagger forward. Blind and lost, you cry with a cracked voice for Cody. 

You trip. Knees crack against the floor. Hacking, you peer through the smoke with watering eyes. Is that a person coming toward you? 

As your vision goes dark, the last thing you see is a pair of hands reaching for you and a familiar golden visor.

When you wake, you’re in the medbay. You can tell before you even open your eyes, just based on the sterile scent of antiseptic tickling your nose, and the hushed, rhythmic beeping of several medical devices. 

Eyes fluttering open, you squint against the bright white light reflecting off equally bright white walls. It hurts to breathe, but as you take silent stock of your body, nothing seems dangerously injured. No casts, no splints. Just a few bandages over what you assume are burns.

“Cyare,” a familiar voice says, full of relief. 

You turn and meet Cody’s eyes. He looks like shit. Dark circles under his eyes, a long-dried bloody split in his lip, soot and ash coating his normally pristine armor. He sits next to you on a small stool, his elbows resting on his knees, one of his feet bouncing incessantly. But his worried expression melts into something calmer, softer as he takes in your conscious form.

He half-stands, brushing his fingers over your forehead gently, and then leans down. Though logically you know what’s about to happen it’s still a surprise when his lips meet yours in a soft, chaste kiss. You press your face up to his, meeting him, and you both hold there for a moment before he pulls away with a shuddering breath. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, hand sliding down to grasp yours, “I had to. You scared me.” 

“M’sorry,” you mumble, mind hazy with his kiss. Your tongue is thick and dry. Nearby, one of the medical devices jumps in its rhythm, the beeps coming faster. 

He lowers back onto the stool. “What were you thinking?” 

Grimacing, you drop your gaze. “It’s stupid.” 

“Tell me,” he says, voice soft and kind. 

“I was thinking about you,” you admit in a whisper. 

His amber eyes widen in surprise. “Cyare.” 

“Told you it’s dumb.”

Shaking his head, he huffs an incredulous chuckle. He inhales deeply, runs a hand through his dirty hair, and fixes you with a look so fond that your heart squeezes.

“I love you, you know,” he says. 

The medical device goes crazy now, matching the way your heart stutters in your chest. “I- I love you, too.” 

The smile he gives you makes all the pain, all the panic, worth it. 

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Allies, Pt. 1

The episode Allies (S02E20) is the first part of the three-part finale for the second season that ends, as is the tradition with the show and episodic television in general, in a cliffhanger that will not be resolved until the beginning of the next season. Many of the plot threads of the season culminate here, some of which go back to the very start of the season, creating a kind of ring composition for the overarching narrative.

In the previous episode we had learned that there was a wraith hive bearing down on Atlantis and would reach them in three weeks' time, meaning that there is a gap of around three weeks between where we last saw our characters and where we find them now. While both Atlantis and the Daedalus are busy and buzzing with their respective preparations for the arrival of the wraith, we join Sheppard and McKay onboard the Ancient warship now named the Orion. They have a crew with them but basically they seem to have been out there, alone together, for over two weeks, and let us note that the boys repairing a ship together also happens to coincide with them repairing their relationship. It is possible they are starting to suffer from slight cabin fever, however, especially McKay sounding cranky when they are now contacted by Weir -- unless he has other reasons to be cranky right then.

Weir: Colonel Sheppard, how goes it on your end? Sheppard: Well, we're out of sensor range and all that, but whether or not we're ready to fight is a whole another story. McKay: Getting this ship up and running in under a month is a miracle. Sheppard: Do we start the beatification now or later?

Weir: Rodney, if the hive opens up on us, I want Orion's drones. Sheppard: Which means we're gonna need the hyperdrive to get in position. McKay: Which means we'll need shields, which means you want everything! Sheppard: I like everything! Can we do it or not? McKay: Well, don't get up!

They are making their final preparations for the arrival of the wraith and everyone seems to be on edge. A lot has been placed on McKay's shoulders but it seems like his main task has been to fix up the Ancient battle ship, which is what he requested that he be allowed to do at the end of the previous episode. Weir had tasked Sheppard and his team to help relocate the Taranans that had recently lost their planet to a volcanic eruption, and the assumption was that Sheppard would be taking Teyla and Ronon with him while McKay would take a repair team with him back to the Orion, then in orbit above Taranis and unable to move anywhere without functional engines. Since the ship is now flying, we can safely say that McKay (and his repair team) had managed to fix the sublight engines but it is real fascinating that we find Sheppard right there with him (and note that Sheppard is crotch-blocking even when he is in radio contact with Weir, moving his hand away as soon as he starts speaking to McKay, opening himself up for him).

The last we saw them, Sheppard had pulled a face when McKay had mentioned his desire to go back to the ship, seeming to assume that he would be working on it with Norina. Since she is nowhere to be seen or heard, his fear seems to have been baseless. But even though she is not around and Sheppard is not strictly speaking needed to make sure that McKay is not "distracted" by anyone, he has chosen to accompany McKay onboard the ship anyway. The fact that his presence is unnecessary for repairing the ship is lampshaded by McKay telling Sheppard to continue sitting. And since they had been dropped off by the Daedalus and it is unlikely the Daedalus was functioning as a private taxi service for Sheppard, what with their current preparations for what they think is an imminent upcoming attack on Atlantis, it also follows that Sheppard has been there with McKay for many days, up to just under three weeks. And since we find him seated on the captain's chair again, we can speculate that he had also commandeered the captain's quarters for himself, having visited the private space of the captain of the Ancient warship Aurora in Aurora (S02E09). However, Sheppard has not been there alone and while McKay has been working his ass off, they have not been working all the time.

As mentioned, McKay seems exceptionally cranky during this scene. Later on, he mentions that he had not slept for 36 consecutive hours which, given that we see at least one, possibly two nightfalls on Atlantis during the episode, means that McKay had likely woken up just before we find them here. Sheppard likewise makes the comment later that "When I woke up this morning, I honestly didn't think this would be happening," his reference to when ever he had woken up on the Orion earlier that day. We learn later on in McKay and Mrs Miller (S03E08) that McKay seems to wake up much later than Sheppard. Rod, who looks like McKay but is actually Sheppard from another universe, tells Sheppard that "You'd need to take a cattle prod to the Sheppard I know to get him up this early" which is something that Sheppard seems to recognize -- about his own McKay, because Rod's Sheppard is a lot like McKay. That is what their entire conversation is about. And so, it could be that a cattle prod had been used to wake McKay up on this particular morning, given that the hive was bearing down on Atlantis and they really needed to get what they had come on the ship to do finished. McKay is making it sound like he has accomplished even this much in record time but they do seem to be running somewhat late so it is possible McKay had been distracted even with Norina nowhere around.

What is interesting here is that Sheppard himself seems loose almost to the point of being boneless, slouching on the captain's chair. McKay makes a snide remark in response to both Weir and Sheppard piling pressure on him, seeming to sarcastically tell him not to get up, also lampshading the fact that Sheppard spends most of the episode standing even when everyone else is sitting down, and even when he sits he seems to keep his weight off of his... tailbone because his... old tailbone injury seems to have made a comeback. Only, there is no reason for Sheppard to get up right then anyway, him getting up and looking like he was doing something useful would not help McKay in any way except to put him in his way. Therefore it is possible that McKay actually did not mean his comment as a sarcastic remark to the effect of "Please keep sitting on your throne and lording over us while he slave away for you, your contribution is greatly appreciated my liege," especially given how we had learned that the PA is in the arm of the chair in the previous episode and they were currently speaking with Weir -- meaning that Sheppard actually needed to be on the chair to talk to her. There is a chance that McKay actually meant that he did not want Sheppard to get up needlessly given that he was fidgeting in a way that he might have wanted to get up, and as he frowns, it seems like Sheppard himself is not quite sure which spirit McKay intended it in. But why would McKay take care to advice Sheppard not to get up from his seat?

McKay had been whining about the expectations put on him, which is fair enough. Sheppard's comment about starting beatification for the miracle that McKay is performing is clearly a sarcastic remark but it is once more concealing what Sheppard is feeling more than what he is thinking -- we saw at the end of the previous episode that Sheppard seemed to feel like he had just witnessed a miracle, and he certainly appreciates McKay's skills and his willingness to put in the work to save them again and again. He is grateful for what McKay does for them, and we have seen him try to do his best to ease McKay's burden wherever possible. At the same time, he could never say as much out loud and definitely not admit it to McKay himself, to his face, that this is what he really thinks about him. So this comment about beatification is meant to function as a valve for his feelings and poke gentle fun at McKay to take the edge off, to get him to unwind a little bit. Which is why it is interesting that what beatification technically refers to is the Pope declaring that a person is in a state of bliss. In that sense, the two of them may have started beatification of each other some time ago because McKay's comment about Sheppard wanting everything and Sheppard admitting that he likes everything have definite sexual connotations to them, not to even mention his "Can we do it or not?"

Sheppard wants everything in the sense that he seems to swing both ways, and with the return of Michael this episode revisits his sexual orientation in the context of the military and the importance of allies in maintaining his position within the institution. But he also wants everything in the sense that he has a voracious sexual appetite, especially when it comes to the object of his affection, the burning inferno he has most definitely been sleeping next to for the duration of their stay on this ship and outside of adult supervision (and "out of sensor [and censor] range"), and with McKay he does want everything. And there are definite shades of McKay implying that Sheppard is being a pillow prince here. Make him do all the work. Make him do all the work last night and during the day -- way too early in the day, at that. Being that McKay is the epitome of a service top, it is not usually a problem for him but it is when he is asked to perform miracles before he has even had his coffee (and there is a scene later which implies that Sheppard frequently brings McKay coffee but they might have run out, given that McKay is very definitely not caffeinated here). And at the same time, McKay may well be genuinely concerned for Sheppard's comfort here. They both know what they did last night.

McKay: Shields? Yes. Jump into position? Mmmmaybe. Release the drones? Probably not. Sheppard: Well, it's pointless to get in position if we can't fire. McKay: You know, let's talk about it for a really long time, that'll help for sure. Sheppard: Rodney's doing everything inhumanly possible to be ready.

McKay goes around the bridge checking up on the work his minions have been doing while he has been complaining about the injustice of it all, undercut by the fact that he seems to do twice as much work as what he asks the people working for him to do. There may be some meta commentary in the raising of shields and releasing the drones, Sheppard's comment about it being pointless to get into position if they can't fire begging the question of why even set up this storyline if they are never going to be able to maintext it. The few weeks that Sheppard and McKay seem to have spent alone together on this ship is probably the closest they will ever get to spending a honeymoon, but the way McKay is responding to Sheppard, knowing that the wraith are right at their doorstep, they both seem to know that the honeymoon is about to be over. That might even be another reason making McKay seem as cranky as he does, knowing that what ever they had been while onboard the ship alone together, they would not be able to be that or have that when they return home. His comment "Let's talk about it for a really long time, that'll help for sure" is easily applicable to a variety of topics they may have discussed recently, the tone of voice he says it in suggesting that they have spent a lot of time talking about something in recent times.

It is unclear how much of the exchange between Sheppard and McKay Atlantis and the entire Atlantis control platform can hear. It is possible that they only hear Sheppard, and only hear him when he presses a button to open the channel, so it possible the entire conversation they have here was not broadcast to everyone -- although the people who know them at all would hardly be surprised by the two of them devolving into that world of their own where others are not invited quick as you please, especially when they are not even able to see the other people listening in on them -- out of sight, out of mind. However, Sheppard does basically report what McKay had told him on to Weir, albeit in less combative terms. What is interesting is that in his response Sheppard seems to call back to Condemned (S02E05) way back at the start of the season, and to McKay complaining about unreasonable demands made on him then.

Sheppard has a good memory for things that McKay has said to him, and it may be his mention of it being a miracle getting the ship to run in under a month that triggered him to remember McKay's previous reference to miracles when they had been in the closed space of a jumper, McKay lying on the floor with his head under the dashboard, grimy and sweaty and looking up at Sheppard with an intensity that seemed to do things to him. McKay had told him that he was working faster than humanly possibly -- inhumanely -- and having felt chastised by McKay because he really did not want to be making these demands on him, all of their lives depending on whether he could do what he does in time, he had given a sarcastic response that he would like McKay to make him a sandwich if it was humanly possible -- making a sandwich being something that Sheppard himself seems to have done for McKay, as seen in Letters from Pegasus (S01E17), whether or not McKay ever caught on to it having been from him.

But Sheppard's reference to this may also betray the fact that they had been engaging in some recreation during the previous night because this, Sheppard watching McKay on the floor, had been a time when he seemed to be really turned on. He was so turned on you could actually hear it in the trembling of his voice. He may have been reminded of this through how McKay sounds, the way he had been looking up at him here, just feeling the residue of the previous night on his body. There is a scene later between Sheppard and Zelenka which implies that Sheppard thinks about sex a lot. But at the same time what he says is tender because he acknowledges the contribution McKay is making here. He tells Weir that McKay actually is performing miracles for them, he is going beyond what is humanly possible, and Sheppard wants other people to be aware of it too. He may again be saying it in a slightly sarcastic tone but he really does mean it -- McKay consistently does things that seem not to be humanely possible, both for them in general but also to him personally. And Sheppard is reporting this to Weir because he knows McKay. He knows that McKay is giving it his all. McKay is always giving it his all.

Continued in Pt. 2

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Our Missing Planet Kamino

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones

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First ever tumblr post, ooh I'm currently in the middle of analyzing/taking notes on all of the 'alien' related things in Lilo and Stitch, and I figured I could start posting my rough drafts here before everything goes into powerpoint form. Since I organized the notes by character, we're starting off with my favorite silly guy: Gantu :3 Movie 1 (Lilo and Stitch): -Just wants to prove himself worth to the Grand Councilwoman, this poor man -'Does this, uh, look infected to you?' I'll be touching back on this with more evidence later, but I'm convinced that he's very focused on being clean/sanitary -His name is pronounced in 2 different ways; G-aun-tu and G-an-tu (though the correct pronunciation is G-an-tu) -He was retired from his job, not fired Movie 2 (Stitch! The Movie): -unlike when he was working for the Grand Councilwoman, there is a CLEAR distaste for Hämsterviel, and I feel like he's only there because he needs somebody to be loyal to/get approval from -From here on out, he is CONSTANTLY using 'trog' as an insult (mentioned in the 1st movie as a negative term) -When going to collect Jumba, he gets the door slammed in his face, THEN he rings the doorbell, how polite! -Gets called fat by Stitch, and UNDERSTANDS IT. He CAN speak the same language! -When he activates hyperdrive, he goes 'My turn this time!' indicating that he remembers what Stitch did in the 1st movie -The amount of NASTY eye brow raises and glares he gives Hämsterviel is insane, which further proves my point that he's just there for a job -Doesn't like bologna because it's too fatty, THIS MAN IS BODY CONCIOUS -He keeps apologizing for things. When he interrupts Jumba's joke, gets told he's messing with the punchline, he apologizes. Then, when Hämsterviel yells at him to stop apologizing for things, HE SAYS SORRY AGAIN -Egg salad enjoyer (real) TV Series (Lilo and Stitch: The Series): -Always, ALWAYS bothered with Hämsterviel calls, there's never a time where he's actually willing to go out to catch experiments -'I hate sticky!' and 'That can't be sanitary..' circles back to my point; HE LIKES BEING CLEAN -refers to his mother as 'mumu' -accidentally calls himself Captain, then corrects himself by adding 'formerly' right after -He can hula! He actively ignores Hämsterviel when he calls so he can keep having fun with his silly hobby -'I'm taking your tiny raviolis!' you think he's sick of sandwiches guys -Reuben called him daddykins and babe. Do with that what you will -HE LOOKS LIKE A WET CAT WHEN HE GETS YELLED AT -'San Francisco? Oh, double blitznak..' the writers really don't like San Francisco, and neither does Gantu -Going back to the point that he doesn't really want to work for Hämsterviel, he tries to talk himself out of going out in the rain to hunt an experiment; 'He doesn't need one little experiment,' 'how would he even know?' etc, etc.. -'As you say, aloha' is said while leaving, which means that he knows that 'aloha' can be used for a greeting and parting word That's all I've got so far, but I figured posting something would be fun :3

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Wip Wednesday

Hello there ✨ As a Democratic vote of some friends has demanded a long time ago, I'm posting this little excerpt from the upcoming first Chapter of something I'm working on.

Actually my first ever series 😶 (I'm very new at writing, I'm doing my best, and English is not my first language, please excuse any mistake)

Excerpt of Relief Chapter I

Context : Reader recently became a Jedi Knight after being Obi-Wan's apprentice of over a decade. She's been granted a break from her Jedi assignments and missions as she was on her period, rather painful and immobilizing. She desperately needed something to relieve her, and maybe her former Master could help her..

WARNINGS : mention/description of menstruation pain

A/N : This man is getting me swooning and mad pretty much all the time..

“Can you help me to the bed, please ?” You winced under the pain, raising your face to him and you froze when you felt his icy, yet warm gaze on you.

A knot formed in your throat when you saw Obi-Wan’s lips slightly parting under his mustache, still perfectly in place despite the evident mess sleeping has caused to his hair, some strands hanging between both of your faces. A rush of heat washed over your entire being, adding to the warm pain that your stomach was already working on.

Familiar visions of Alderaan came to both of you as your faces were, again, so close you could feel his sleepy breath on your lips. You were trying to keep calm, but you couldn’t help your eyes glancing at his mouth. This mouth you have dreamed of making out again with for months..

Before you could blink your eyes Obi-Wan had taken your hand off his chest, gently lacing his fingers in yours, his other arm still carefully ringed around your back, his hand laid on the side of your waist. This proximity was killing you, it was actual torture to your heart, and to your already aching body.

“Yes, of course,” He nodded, “Come here,” And he helped you walk, guiding you to your bed.

He helped you sit carefully and laid on your back, letting a relief gasp, bringing your knees up. You felt him carefully place a pillow under your head and that made your heart hyperdrive-speed raced in your chest. Obi-Wan sat next to you, facing you, looking tenderly - and worried over you, slightly laying his right thigh next to you. You nestled a hand in the fold of his knee, gripping on the soft satin fabric of his large night pants. He laced again his fingers with yours, softly brushing his thumb on the back of your hand. You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. Both pain from your periods, and being once again so close to him, but knowing you couldn't do anything about it at this moment, were putting you in agony.

“You would think that Master Yoda knew you needed to rest for days,” He said with a timid smile on his lips, trying to vanish the pain from your mind.

“He knows pretty much everything,” You chuckled before a new contraction brought a grin to your face.

“Shit-” You mouthed before bringing the back of your hand on your forehead, your fist firmly closed, like to hold on to something. “I don’t have any pills here,”

You were focusing on inhaling and exhaling at a normal pace when you felt Obi-Wan fingers gently brushing away from your hand to the side of your middle. The pain in your low stomach was now mixed with fluttering butterflies, and you felt a heat growing down in your body.

"Could we.. Do this again ? Please, Master. I want this again," You thought, carefully keeping your mind close for him not to read in.

“Maybe I can try something,” He said, looking tenderly at you, trailing his free hand from the bed sheets to your body, keeping your other hand on his leg.

Hope you liked it and I would be happy to add anyone in a tag list for this one !! ✨

I cannot thank enough my dear friends for encouraging me so much to post and write this. I love you ! ❤️

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Water and Rock

Chapter 1

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: (None in the first chapter, but more to come) explicit content, drug use, dubcon, character deaths, slow burn

Description: There are only so many excuses a master and padawan can make to kiss under "extenuating circumstances" before circumstances stop arising and start being created. You are an expert at your craft - a Jedi knight in service as a spy for the Republic. When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.

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A second explosion rocks the port side of the ship, and you can barely hear your own muffled voice over the ringing in your ears.

"They've disabled our hyperdrive."

General Kenobi's face is grim. "Not good."

Your legs are struggling to keep you upright as you stumble against the bucking of the dying ship.

"Any suggestions, Commander?" he asks, a note of detachment in his voice that you wish you could mirror while plummeting to certain death.

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"Now would be the time to share any skills you've acquired on your solo missions."

You bite back a sarcastic comment about espionage missions rarely ending in dogfights. "Sir, if you're able to clear the atmosphere, we might still lose them in the asteroid field. If you can keep us from getting shot down for the next few minutes, I think I can manage the changes needed in the power converters to get the hyperdrive back online."

He considers this, then nods. "Fine. Do it. Divert as much power as you can without shorting the main systems."

He takes his place back at the helm and you slide a few feet to the back of the ship, dropping to the floor and immediately getting to work on the wiring. Another glancing blow hits the ship, and the tool you've grabbed skitters across the floor.

"I would love to recommend that you stay low until you reach the city limits, in case they have any qualms about shooting their own people and decide to use less firepower... but you're in command of this mission and I don't give the orders," you say, as if talking to yourself.

You snatch the tool back up and send a quick look to the captain's chair where Obi Wan is giving you a mildly unimpressed look. But he adjusts his controls, lowering the trajectory.

Too late. Another blast, and the ship is now shaking violently.

"All main engines are down on the port side." You flip through diagnostic screens, reading them aloud as Obi Wan struggles to keep the controls steady. "Remaining engines operating at only sixty percent. No, fourty... we're not going to make it."

All hope drains from your face while Obi Wan pulls up a map on the main console, adjusting coordinates. "Even if we manage to survive, our location has been compromised and our cover blown. I see only one option at the moment."

He zooms in, highlighting a nearby moon, Keoth. "We can try for a landing, and hope they believe we've died in the crash."

You take yet another hit, and this time you're knocked to the floor. You give a desperate smile. "They certainly aren't giving us many other options."

You stand back up and manage to strap yourself into the copilot's seat just in time for the power to begin failing. The ship begins its death spiral toward the moon below, its surface filling the viewport much too quickly for your stomach to handle. You give yourself over to the force, your master's piloting, and whatever luck has brought you this far.

Wordlessly, you plummet to the ground, reminding yourself not to give in to fear as the belly of the ship scrapes first against the trees, then against the rocky terrain. When the skidding finally stops and you haven't burst into a fireball, you silently thank the force as both of you remain in your seats for a moment, catching your breath.

"Let's hope the Black Sun didn't see where we went down," you say, finally unstrapping your belt once your legs are steady enough to stand up.

Obi wan stands as well. "I suppose we'll know soon enough."

His comment is enough to silence both of you again, and you listen in anticipation of more blasting. When nothing immediately happens, Obi Wan makes his way to the back of the ship and opens the cargo bay door. It creaks, straining against broken hinges, and slowly reveals the dense jungle outside. You step out, inspecting the damage to the ship. It's catastrophic.

"Black Sun or not, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon. It appears we'll need to send a status report to Coruscant and wait for rescue," he says, heading back into the ship to access the comm panel.

You step forward to follow him and wince, touching your head. Your hand comes away with blood, which must have been trickling down your forehead. He stops on the cargo ramp, placing a hand to the back of your head, steadying you for inspection.

"Hold still."

He turns your head this way and that, and steps back, walking into the ship to get a medpac. He takes one out of storage and makes his way back to you. "I am no medic, but that needs attention."

You wave a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I must have hit it when I was working on the power converters. I'm more concerned about the ship's condition than a bump on the head."

He ignores your protest and starts to unpack a gauze pad, leaning toward you. Instead of letting him finish, you take the pad from his hand and press it in place, holding it there. You give him an appreciative look, which is enough to end the conversation. He turns his attention back to the comm panel. After a moment, he sighs.

"The normal communications systems are too damaged and the long-range communicator can't get a signal. We're cut off."

You close your eyes, trying to accept this new turn of events and find a way to move forward. You open them again and stare out of the cargo bay for a long time, thinking. Finally, you speak.

"If we can boost the signal of the long range communicator, we might be able to get a message back to one of my contacts on Oba Diah," you point, and his gaze follows your hand to the top of a mountain. "We just need to find higher ground."

"It's a possibility." Obi Wan considers it further, then gives a small shake of his head. "Probably our only possibility at present. We'll need supplies."

The both of you get started packing, eating and drinking as much as possible before leaving the rest of your supplies behind on the ship. With the pressing heat of the jungle, you consider leaving your robes behind, but ultimately pack them for extra bedding.

You shed the rest of your layers and leave on your tunic, arms bare. It doesn't do much to alleviate the pressing heat, but at least the fabric is light. Meanwhile, Obi Wan somehow decides to leave his outfit unchanged, removing only the most outer layer. It seems unbearable, but then, he's always been one of those jedi who choose to wear the most uncomfortable clothing. He told you once it was a constant exercise in learning to ignore the distraction of discomfort. You simply thought of it as unnecessary suffering.

"If I remember correctly, this moon has a 9-hour rotation. Looks like we have about 3 hours of daylight left," you say, pulling your bag over your shoulders.

Obi Wan follows you as you enter the jungle, stepping over vines. "We should make the most of it, then. Be wary. We don't know what kind of wildlife we may find."

"Actually, I've read the wildlife on Keoth is non-aggressive. So long as we don't provoke anything, I imagine we'll be fine."

"You keep your studies sharp, as always."

There's an unfinished lilt to his voice at the end of his sentence, where years ago, the words 'my padawan' may have fit.

When the jedi council had been deciding where to place you as a youngling, you hadn't made the choice easy for them. You didn't have any decipherable talents. At least, not at first. You weren't skilled with a blade, nor with hand-to-hand combat, and you weren't a particularly quick study at meditation. You weren't *bad* at any of those things, just not as adept as your peers. Nothing about you stood out, so finding a master with whom to place you became an ongoing task.

At first, you were sent to spend time at the healing houses. Often if a youngling wasn't predisposed to combat, their healing abilities soon revealed themselves. After months of training, not even the faintest sign of a healing ability made itself known. After that followed new master after new master. You learned from all of them, picked up skills from each of them, but none had been able to bring out your true strength. Your only consistent abilities seemed to lie in making rash decisions and engaging in reckless behavior. And as you neared the age for knighthood, it was becoming more of a liability to the order with each passing day

Thankfully, the council decided to counteract your behavior with a jedi who was the embodiment of forethought and decorum: Master Kenobi. You thought of your new assignment as a punishment at first, being placed with one of the strictest masters in the order, but with time and patience, he had shown you how to connect with the force like no one ever had.

It was through his guidance that you had discovered your unique talent for mind tricks. Most jedi could control one person with a weak will. You, on the other hand... you could control whole rooms of people with nothing but a suggestion. You could influence the minds of those with stronger wills and higher intelligence. You could disappear into a crowd by hopping from one consciousness to another almost effortlessly. It was a very rare gift, and it made you the perfect Republic spy.

It also meant that your tutelage under Master Kenobi was short-lived. Once your exceptional talent was revealed and honed, you were soon urged by the council to take the trials. A part of you always wondered if the need for your specific skillset in the war effort had driven you to take the trials before you were ready. Nevertheless, you passed. You struggled terribly, but you passed. And you were soon inundated with intelligence missions. Many jedi worked in partnership with one another, but on your assignments, a partner was often a liability. Instead, over the years, you formed a network of contacts in some of the seediest places throughout the galaxy. It was crucial work leading to vital information, but it was also isolating.

So, when you were given an assignment on Oba Diah with your former master, it was welcome news. Your mission had been to spread a rumor within the Pyke Syndicate that someone was selling a rare jedi holocron on the black market, in order to draw the attention of Lord Tyranus. When Tyranus arrived on Oba Diah to investigate, an attack would be launched in an effort to capture him. But the jedi council hadn't been aware of how deeply in league with the Black Sun Clan the Pyke had become, and weren't aware of their full numbers, or their access to information. Your deception had been revealed, and as a result, you're now staring up at the peak of a mountain that's miles away, while trudging through hot, sticky jungle air.

You've been walking for hours at this point, hardly able to see in the dimming light, and you ignite your lightsaber for the dual purpose of lighting your way and cutting a few branches out of your path. "It's nearly dark. Maybe we should make camp soon."

Obi Wan nods, although he keeps walking, and you keep following. "You're right. We'll make better time when we can see where we're going."

He finally stops in a small clearing, pulling out his water ration and taking a drink. You pause as well, using your lightsaber to slowly walk around the area and inspect. The trees aren't so dense in this area. Once you clear the brush off ground, it should make a reasonable-

You cut your inspection short, hearing a loud cracking sound in the darkness. You lock eyes with Obi Wan.

"Yes, I sense it as well," he says, lowering his voice. He ignites his lightsaber and you take your automatic positions, backs to one another, as you peer into the darkness of the jungle. Something is out there. You can feel it watching you.

A ravenous snarl suddenly erupts nearby, as a creature twice your size lunges out of the vegetation at Obi Wan. He deftly moves to the side, dodging its enormous claws. The beast's eyes glitter in the green reflection of your saber. Its teeth are so large it can't even seem to entirely close its mouth, drool dripping onto the ground below.

As the beast circles you, searching for a weak point to attack, you look over the matted hair covering its body, its raked-back ears and its short, stunted nose. You don’t recall this species in your study of this planet's moon. It roars and launches itself toward you again, and you slash upward, singeing one of the tufts on its ears. The smell of burnt hair and flesh hangs in the humid air, and the creature howls in pain, scrambling back toward both of you.

Obi Wan force pushes the beast backward, but it uses its legs like a springboard, ricocheting off a tree to snap its jaws at his neck. Again, he dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid its claws, which manage to catch his shoulder. Obi wan returns the stab by driving his lightsaber through the creature's arm, which finally causes it to relent, letting out a screech of pain.

It shuffles backward, then quickly disappears back into the jungle, leaving as suddenly as it had arrived. The two of you remain on alert, panting and glancing around the trees surrounding the clearing, now completely pitch black. After a few moments, it seems the creature has no plan to return, and Obi wan sighs.

"Non-aggressive, I believe, were your exact words?"

You grimace. "Perhaps the archive could use an update on Keoth."

He gives you a slight raise of his eyebrows, turning to say something else, but grits his teeth when he moves his arm. You shine your light toward his shoulder, seeing the blood seeping through his clothing.

"We should clean that," you tell him. Though your voice holds concern, it isn't the first time you've seen him injured. And because you've seen him injured plenty of times before, you're aware he'll ignore his injuries until you start to waste time over it. So you wait, patiently, unmoving.

He pulls his pack down from his shoulders and drops it to the ground. "We only have two medpacs. I'm not certain it's necessary."

He waits for your response, but you don't give him one, so at last, he searches his bag until he finds a medpac. When you see that he appears willing to listen to you in this instance and he begins to open a medpack, you drop your own pack to the ground and busy yourself with starting a fire.

You clear a small area of the ground and cut down some branches. Then you use the heat of your blade to burn some kindling you make by cutting off the bottom fringe of your tunic. Within a few minutes, the fire is crackling and you turn your attention back to Obi Wan, who has prepared the bacta spray and is pulling off his clothing.

He's... you swallow. Your eyes are drawn to his skin as it's revealed, and all at once it occurs to you that you've never seen your master without a shirt on. Even during late nights, you've seen him in his bedclothes, but never... never like this.

He's facing away from you, already having removed his belt and tunic, and he's quickly and unceremoniously pulling his dark brown undershirt over his head, dropping it to the ground. Despite trying to focus on the claw marks, you can't help but stare at his golden skin, the muscles of his back tapering down to his narrow waist. Then, all at once, your eyes fixate on the tattoo that graces his shoulder.

You can feel the synapses in your brain as they short circuit. You don't recognize the symbol, just a black marking of some kind which you've never seen before.

It's at this moment he seems to feel your gaze and turns around, holding the bacta spray. You tear your eyes up from his bare chest to look him in the eyes. He raises his arm, turning to the side. "Is it quite deep? I can't tell."

You blink, trying to steel yourself and focus on the task at hand. The injury doesn't seem serious, just a surface level puncture. You shake your head. "It's not that bad. You've had worse."

You try to force a smile but you imagine it comes off as nervous. Your eyes keep darting up to the tattoo as he displays himself for you.

"You look concerned, Commander. I assure you, I'm fine." He lowers his arm, giving you a strange look.

You stifle a cough, caught staring. "No, I know. I was just surprised."

"Surprised?"

"Yes, your... tattoo. I, uh, didn't know you had one."

A look of understanding passes over his face. "Oh, that. Yes."

He looks a little shy, but still as unreadable as always. "I had it done when I was much younger; a padawan. At the beginning of my time with Master Qui Gon."

You finally manage to regain control of your expression. "I see. I would never have suspected."

He dabs at his wound with a medical pad, then starts to spray it down. "You would probably be disappointed to learn that many jedi choose to mark themselves as a sign of their culture or for other reasons. In that way, I'm not as unique as I would sometimes like to believe."

You shake your head. "I'm aware. I just... wouldn't have expected it from you."

He smiles a little, then winces when he places a gauze pad onto his skin. "It was... a different time in my life."

The fire pops loudly beside you, the noise pulling you out of your trance. You sweep some more underbrush off the ground, throwing it into the nearby bushes while keeping your gaze firmly on your work. When the ground is clear enough, you lay out your bed roll and try to ignore him while he pulls his undershirt back over his body.

When your breathing finally returns to normal, you're able to turn your thoughts to something safe, like food. You pull a supply bar out of your bag, break it in half, and hand the other half to Obi Wan.

"Thank you," he says. Then he stares at you for a moment. His eyes narrow and he takes a step to close the distance between you, reaching his free hand out to nearly touch the side of your face.

Your breathing becomes shallow again. "General...?"

"You might do well with some of this spray, yourself. Your head isn't looking much better after all this walking."

You realize he's staring at your injury and your shoulders relax a little. "Oh. Yeah, thanks."

You take the spray as he offers it, then change the dressing as well. When you've finished, you climb, exhausted, for many reasons, into your makeshift bed and close your eyes.

You feel Obi Wan settling into his bed roll beside you. "I will take first watch. Rest well. It seems this journey may be more difficult than we had anticipated."

You stare up at the leaves above your head. Yes, you think. Yes, it may.

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[hydr0phius]

Rossi might have been absolutely horrible but the scene where she was finding Thrawn's little treasure/droid part hidey holes on her tour of the ship were so fucking funny to me lmao.

The loud as fuck bellow of, "THRAWN," from down the hall after they just came to an agreement on the Buzz Droids and half of a hyperdrive ring had me cackling.

[dapurinthos]

my nemesis:

i take the map, i draw the lines that go from naboo to tatooine. it's ~15 100 lightyears. i draw the line that goes from tatooine to coruscant. it's ~ 50 000ly.

i take the math that blessèd timothy zahn hath given us in the thrawn books, that a class 2 hyperdrive is travelling ~130 ly/h (127 if you want to be really precise).

i look at the j-type 327 nubian royal starship with its class 1.8 hyperdrive. (and i cry.)

at top speed, it's 5.5 days to tatooine from naboo (which i doubt they were going because the hyperdrive was broken). it's then 13.5 days to coruscant, at 1.8 speed, along a hyperroute that would let the ship get to that speed. no wonder the boonta's eve classic is moved to ~7945.313.2. you're not getting to coruscant before 7945.347.8.

just for quote-unquote funsies, i did the quickest, most horrible mustafar measuring (which means it's probably a drastic understatement because i just did a bunch of short lines through first the hydian and then the corellian run -> trade spine -> rimma -> hydian. they're very close), and it's at least 57 500 ly. this means, that even though the eta-2 actis-class interceptor's hyperspace ring has a class 1.0 hyperdrive, it's still AT LEAST 221 and a quarter hours to mustafar. you're telling me that baby darth vader sat in that interceptor for AT LEAST NINE AND A HALF DAYS and was still in murderbeast mode when he got there (understandably, being stuck in a spaceship that size would make anyone go murderbeast mode but still).

save me timothy zahn logarithmic hyperspace speed scale save me.

(putting class 2 at the 0.5 speed, class 1 at the 0.6, then it's more like 10h. which works.)