#sunvale

[telite555]

The face of a 14 year old who just accidentally killed someone….Star Wars is F—- sometimes

[littlemissonewhoisall]

Avon Sunvale really looked at the carnivorous reptile who kidnapped her and threatened to eat her and was like "yeah this is a better mom than Ghirra Starros"

[lowcountry-gothic]

Cibaba, Douglas Sunvale, Poreht La, Giktoo Nelmo, Lynela Kabe-Oyu, Sav Malagán, Monshi, Jorinda Boffrey, Arkoff, Tia Mirabel, and Regald Coll.

Art by Yihyoung Li. From Star Wars: The High Republic: Chronicles of the Jedi: An Illustrated Guide to the Galaxy's Golden Age.

[roguerebels]

The High Republic: Temptation of the Force Review!

Tessa Gratton brings us a story of loss, compassion, despair, and hope during The High Republic. And amidst the pain and suffering the Nihil spread, love unfolds. Check out Sal's review of #TheHighRepublic: Temptation of the Force! #StarWarsBooks

“This is Jedi Avar Kriss. Help is on the way.”Avar Kriss The Jedi do what they can to help those trapped behind the Stormwall. Marchion Ro searches out a new danger with his Nameless in tow. The Republic and Jedi put together a plan to free Naboo. And Avar Kriss and Elzar Mann are reunited and it feels so good! Tessa Gratton brings us a story of loss, compassion, despair, and hope during The…

[apollodreams]

I've been laughing at Douglas Sunvale's name since it was briefly mentioned in LotJ (because why would his name be Douglas) and so I was super excited that he was an actual character in a Test of Courage however I just read his tragic death from his Padawan's perspective and he's suddenly a lot less funny

[bikananjarrus]

thank you everyone for voting!

i am pleased to announce that the non-canon, totally made up name/character is:

blong yeerbom !!

all the others are, amazingly, canon characters!

the top guess, thermoculus scissorpunch, is not only in the high republic era, but lives long enough to play sabacc with lando and han!

we all know how silly star wars names can be so i’ve put together a list of names from the high republic books. all of them are canonical names except ONE. so for a fun little game,

[pc3020]

Sunvale Community Park, Sunshine, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. 2023-07-06 10:58:07.

This is a relatively new park that runs between Hertford road and Service street, near the old Sunshine council chambers.

[anaria-ithil]

Fantasy and Medieval Styled Builds for The Sims 4

☽ Index ☾

This is for easier navigation on all the released builds so far.

All of these builds are also posted on the Gallery under Anaria_Ithil

Pools of Mírior - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Sunvale Pond - DOWNLOAD

Overgrown Ruins - DOWNLOAD

Overgrown Ruins - DOWNLOAD

Shores of Ianqua - DOWNLOAD

Pandaren Home - DOWNLOAD

Arcanist's Abode - DOWNLOAD

Small Camp - DOWNLOAD

Forest Hut - DOWNLOAD

Seraphon's Keep - DOWNLOAD

Garden Of Isha - DOWNLOAD

Isle of Amanar - DOWNLOAD

Destoyed House - DOWNLOAD

Twilight Shrine-1 - DOWNLOAD

Twilight Shrine-2 - DOWNLOAD

E'sedell's Pass - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Isyal's Abode - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Valaya's Sorrow - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Dussard Estate - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Hallowind Port - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Stonehaven Cottage - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Shrine of Malorne - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Duskwood Cemetery - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

Elunor's Bath - DOWNLOAD (UPDATED)

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[waiting4winnie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 💟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 : 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫.

“Mmhmm… the years have gone by fast,” Arielle agreed, her tone sickly sweet to mask the lack of enthusiasm behind her words.

“We’re the only ones holding down the fort, honestly,” Mara went on, swirling her wine. “Everyone else is either divorced or staying together for the kid. You, Dashawn, Evan and I—we’re the only ones still standing.”

Arielle listened, tired and detached, as Mara, one of her and Deshawn’s old high school classmates, rambled on about “the good ole days” and what she believed love to be. It was the same tired routine every Friday night: Deshawn would invite his old football teammates over to hang out, which meant Arielle’s former cheer squad would tag along too.

Being Westside High’s golden couple had been one of Deshawn’s biggest claims to fame. Being quarterback had been his identity. And Arielle? She was over it.

She glanced to her right where Deshawn stood, watching him with thinly veiled contempt. She was tired—tired of his charming smile, tired of his too-perfect teeth, tired of the fake charisma he put on for his friends. It was all so… exhausting. So bland. What kept them together anymore? Love? Or just history?

���Speaking of Kraven-Rayne… maybe you should bring her a plate, babe,” Deshawn said, breaking through her spiraling thoughts.

“Shit, eating egg-whites all day gotta be depressing,” one of his friends chimed in with a laugh.

Arielle nearly sighed in relief. Finally, a reason to excuse herself. A moment to breathe.

“Good idea, babe,” she said, offering Deshawn a quick smile before slipping away toward the kitchen.

Hilda, their maid, was already tidying up. She looked up with a warm smile as Arielle entered.

“Can I help you with anything, Miss Bryant?”

“Yeah, can you pack up three plates for me?” Arielle asked, moving past her toward the cabinets to retrieve a picnic basket she’d stashed away months ago.

“Of course, ma’am.”

The transition from her home to Kraven-Rayne’s was a blur. Deshawn had given her a lazy wave goodbye before being swept back into a loud discussion with his friends. Just like always.

And just like always, Arielle left—quietly, unnoticed, and already halfway somewhere else in her mind.

The drive to El Cerro Verde felt like slipping out of reality and into a forgotten dream. As Arielle left the manicured perfection of Sunvale Heights behind, the landscape began to shift—strip malls gave way to winding roads, thick with creeping vines and towering eucalyptus. The hills climbed higher, fog curling around the trees like a secret being whispered. There were no manicured lawns here. Just rain-soaked stone steps, tangled ivy, and buildings that looked like they had been swallowed by the forest and spat back out with character.

She parked near the base of a moss-slicked staircase and climbed slowly, heels clicking against the damp stone. Kraven-Rayne’s building stood tucked into the hillside, a two-story remnant of another time—its green-painted wood siding damp from the mist, and the wraparound balcony glistening with rain. Plants spilled from terra cotta pots, banana leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and wind chimes whispered in the distance.

Arielle adjusted the picnic basket in her hands and stepped into the corridor, where the scent of wet earth and incense met her. The tension in her chest loosened, just a little. Kraven-Rayne’s apartment sat at the far end, the golden glow of her window a soft contrast to the silver haze blanketing the hills. It felt a world away from Deshawn’s crowded living room, and that was the point. This wasn’t Arielle’s first time here but it would be her first time going past the curb. She usually stood in Deshawn’s car whenever he visited his sister.

With the picnic basket in hand, Arielle stood at the front door of Kraven-Rayne’s apartment and knocked. The instrumental of rock music poured through the door which caused Arielle to knock a little harder. The locks clicked and the door opened, revealing Kraven-Rayne.

The twenty-eight year old stood at five feet and eleven inches tall. Her build was stocky yet statuesque—dense muscle wrapped around a compact frame. Broad shoulders and a thick back gave her a commanding presence, while her biceps and triceps bulged with definition, like coiled ropes under her skin. Her arms weren’t just strong—they were functional, cut with symmetry and raw strength that hinted at the hours spent in dimly lit gyms and sweat-slicked spaces.

Her torso was solid, with a strong chest tapering into a firm, defined midsection. She carried herself with the ease of someone who understood her own body—how to push it, how to rest it, how to move with controlled power. Thick thighs and strong hips anchored her, giving her a grounded, athletic silhouette. There was nothing delicate about her build, but it was undeniably beautiful—a body that was lived in, worked for, and wholly hers.

Arielle stood in the threshold of Kraven-Rayne’s studio, momentarily taken aback by the sight of her. The low golden light from a corner lamp cast deep shadows across Kraven’s frame, highlighting the carved lines of muscle along her arms and shoulders. She moved with quiet force, every step grounded, her body dense with strength but fluid—like a panther in repose. Arielle had seen strength before, but not like this. Kraven didn’t just have a strong body—she wore it, lived in it, commanded it. Kraven-Rayne oozed masculinity without any ounce of its toxicity.

Her eyes dropped to the curve of Kraven’s thick thighs, the subtle flex of her abdomen as she reached for something across the room. There was an intimacy in watching her move, in the soft rise and fall of her chest under the worn tank she wore. Arielle swallowed hard, feeling suddenly aware of her own pulse.

“What’d you want?”she said finally—low, flat, without warmth. Her expression was unreadable, jaw locked tight, her hazel eyes blank was your emotion behind them.

“Hey Kraven…um Dashawn sent me to bring you some dinner.”

Kraven-Rayne stared at Arielle blankly for a few moments before she stepped aside.

Arielle hesitated in the doorway, unsettled by the stillness in Kraven’s body, the way she stood like a loaded spring. Even her gestures were spare, precise, like she rationed every motion. No hug, no smile. Just that deep, steady gaze that made Arielle feel both seen and pinned down.

As soon as she stepped inside, Arielle was met with the sight of tranquility and a bohemian oasis. The small space consisted of a large window that captured natural sunlight and moonlight perfectly. It had recently been covered with a creamy-white, almost-beige large linen curtain. Near it was a king-sized bed that sat on a low profile platform. Dark charcoal-grey covered the bed. Various floor pillows were scattered by the window near large planets.

Across from the sleeping area was a small kitchen. Basic white fridge, white gas stove, and farmhouse style-sink. Everything had been clean and the whole house smells of chocolate chip cookies. The home was the complete opposite of DeShawn and Arielle’s house. But, she liked it.

Here’s a refined version of your scene that enhances the personalities of both characters—Kraven-Rayne’s reserved, direct nature, and Arielle’s curiosity with a hint of budding desire. I’ve smoothed out the flow, tightened the dialogue, and added more subtle sensory cues to increase the tension:

“What does he really want? I doubt you drove two hours just to bring me leftover takeout,” Kraven-Rayne said coolly as she locked the door behind them.

“Um, actually, he did,” Arielle replied with a touch of attitude, then sighed, her bravado slipping. “Well… he said it in front of a room full of people, and I kind of used it as an excuse to bail.”

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at Kraven-Rayne’s lips. “The truth always tastes better than the lie.”

As she brushed past her, basket in hand, Arielle caught a whiff of something warm and indulgent—spiced amber, cinnamon with a trace of dark rum. She blinked, distracted by the scent and the faint heat that lingered in Kraven-Rayne’s wake.

“I’m not the most social person,” Kraven-Rayne said as she unpacked the basket on the counter. “But what’s the point of throwing weekend parties if you’re just gonna dip early?”

“They’re exhausting,” Arielle admitted, sliding onto a kitchen stool. “I’m either burned out… or overstimulated. Probably both.”

She tried to focus on the counter, but her gaze kept drifting to Kraven-Rayne’s back. The way her muscles shifted beneath her shirt—controlled, effortless, like she was always ready for a fight or something much slower.

Kraven-Rayne didn’t turn around. Just nodded once and tossed the container into the trash.

A beat of silence passed before Arielle spoke again. “Enough about that. What about you? Any plans this weekend? I figured you’d be at the gym right now.”

“It’s one a.m., Arielle. Gym’s been closed for hours,” Kraven-Rayne said, tone flat but not unfriendly.

Arielle opened her mouth, ready with a retort, but paused when Kraven-Rayne pulled open the oven and retrieved a tray of cookies. The rich smell hit her instantly—molasses, vanilla, something warm and unexpected.

“You bake?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

Kraven-Rayne glanced over her shoulder, one brow slightly arched. “Sometimes.”

Arielle smiled, a slow curve of curiosity and something else. “Oouu, ok I see you…That’s kinda sexy.”

Kraven-Rayne didn’t smile back. But she didn’t look away either. Her eyes narrowed in on Arielle’s dimples when she smiled.

Arielle watched as Kraven-Rayne placed the cookies on a cooling rack with practiced care, her movements deliberate. It struck her how little she actually knew about the woman standing in front of her. “You always this quiet?” Arielle asked, elbow on the counter, chin in hand. “Or is it just when I’m around?”

Kraven didn’t answer right away. “Quiet people aren’t empty. We just don’t waste breath.”

“Hmm.” Arielle bit back a smirk. “That almost sounded poetic.”

Kraven turned slightly, eyeing her. “Don’t get used to it.”

Arielle chuckled under her breath. “Deshawn talks about you all the time. Swears you’re the only person he trusts.”

Kraven’s jaw ticked slightly. “He’s reckless. Trust doesn’t mean I agree with him.”

Arielle perked up at that. “So you don’t think the diamond job is a good idea?”

A pause. Kraven looked her dead in the eye. “I think planning a heist with a bunch of half-loyal players is how people wind up in a ditch.”

The weight of her words hung in the air, and for a second, all Arielle could do was watch the way Kraven leaned against the counter—calm, still, but somehow coiled like a loaded spring.

“You don’t think I’m loyal?” Arielle asked, voice softer now, a little more serious.

Kraven’s gaze lingered on her. “I think your loyalty has thinned as the years have passed.”

Arielle felt that one. She looked away, fingers grazing the smooth rim of her glass. “You’re not wrong. But he’s good to me.”

Kraven didn’t respond. She picked up a cookie and set one piece in front of Arielle.

“You can be good to someone and still lead them into bad places.”

The cookie was warm in her hand, soft at the center, just like the moment.

Arielle met her eyes again, and for once, Kraven-Rayne didn’t look away.

“I wonder what you’d lead someone into,” Arielle said quietly.

Kraven-Rayne didn’t answer. But her stillness spoke volumes. Her silence was sharper than a threat—more intimate than a touch.

@sapphicideas @richyys

[roseaesynstylae]

How the Force feels/works — Light of the Jedi

“He closed his eyes and opened his spirit, and there it was, the small light within him that never stopped burning. Always at least a candle flame, and sometimes, if he concentrated, it could surge up into a blaze. A few times, he’d felt as bright as the sun, so much light pouring from him he was afraid he might go blind. Honestly, though, it didn’t matter. From spark to inferno — any connection to the Force chased away the shadows.”

“The For e sang to Jedi Master Avar Kriss, a choir that was the entirety of the Hetzal system, life and death in constant, contrapuntal motion. It was a song she knew well — she heard it all the time, everywhere she went. Here, the melody of the Force was off, a discordant jangle of death and fear and confusion. People were dying, or felt the dread of their imminent demise.”

“Avar needed to be on the surface of Hetzal Prime because the world was a planet of life. Now, the Force was everywhere, of course — even in the deepest, coldest reaches of space. She could always hear its song — but here, standing in this field, surrounded by growing things that had been tended with love and care by the farmers of this world, the song was loud. Loud and sweet.

Here, she did not have to spend any extra time or energy seeking a deep connection to the Force. It was all around her.”

“Her mind snapped outward, the sabersong chiming in harmony with the larger chorus of the Force, in a single instant becoming the entire system and everything within it, and more particularly every single Jedi, each connected to the Force in their own way.

What she heard as a song, Elzar Mann saw as a deep, storm-tossed sea. The Wookiee Burryaga was a single leaf on a gigantic tree with deep-dug roots and sky-high limbs. Douglas Sunvale saw the Force as a huge, interlocked set of gears, made of an endless variety of materials from crystal to bone. Bell Zettifar danced with fire. Loden Greatstorm danced with wind.”

“Estala Maru found it first. Avar could see the Force through his eyes — to Maru, the Tibanna bomb was a single light in a single window in a single small building of an endlessly spiraling nighttime city.”

“Even Yoda, wherever he was with his little crew of younglings — his great, wise mind sang its own part of the chorus, heartbreakingly beautiful, a voice of pure light belying his physical appearance. Not this crude matter indeed.”

“To Mann, the Force was a bottomless sea, never ending, in which all things swam. Brightly lit in its upper reaches, fading to darkness below, but all one great ocean. He reached out to it, letting himself race along its currents, going deeper than ever before, seeing and sensing things he had never before known. The sea never ended, and there was so much of it he hadn’t seen. Strength flooded through him, his exhaustion vanishing. He added that power to that of his fellows, giving them everything he could.”

“If you could use the Force, you should use the Force. What, you were supposed to save it for special occasions? It wasn’t as if the Force would run out. Avar heard a song, and Elzar saw a sea, of endless depth and breadth. The Force never began or ended, and it was impossible to use up.”

“Burryaga reached out and folded the boy up in an embrace. He didn’t understand why anyone hadn’t already done this. When someone was hurting, you did what you could to heal them.

When someone was lost, you found them.

With the Force, he did what he could to soothe poor Serj. He couldn’t take away his bad feelings, but he could take some of the weight, make them a bit easier for the boy to bear.”

“Avar continued to use the Force to help the young man hold back his panic. It wasn’t easy. Keven Tarr wanted to spiral out of control. He felt guilt, shame, frustration…none of which were fair or earned, probably, but emotions were rarely logical.”

“Elzar Mann was talking to the air. It was hot here at the surface, above the furiously working droids, but much cooler high above. The hot air was rising, as it liked to do, but slowly. Not fast enough. He asked the Force to help with that, and it responded, though sluggishly. Air was heavier than it looked.”

“Bell opened himself to the Force. He did not think about the ground. He thought about the child in his arms and how unfair it was that these things had happened to her.

He knew he had the power to save her, to let her continue living in the light. Why would the cosmic Force have given him his abilities, if not for this very purpose?

The wind was not his enemy, nor was gravity itself. They were both part of the Force, just as he was, just as the child was. If he fought them, he was fighting himself.

Bell Zettifar relaxed.

He came to know something profound — perhaps something about the Force. Perhaps something about himself, something he would try to understand more clearly later. He thought it was the reason that he had been so bad at saving himself from falls, despite his master’s best efforts to teach him.

Being a Jedi was not about saving oneself.

It was about saving others.”

“Jora knew that Avar interpreted the Force as music. She didn’t see it that way. To her, the Force was…a Force.”

“Less appealing was the feel of the Nihil. They seemed to be creatures composed entirely of rage and fear. Strange beasts crawling along the very bottom of the Force sea in which all things swam.

Elzar Mann dived deep, hunting them one by one. It was amazing. They were so easy to find. Their anger made them vulnerable. The thing they thought made them strong, dangerous…it made them weak.”

“The song had become sad, and Avar Kriss no longer wanted to listen to it. From what she could sense, the Nihil had become like small, wild creatures trapped in a cage, doing anything they could, even if it hurt them.

Even if it killed them.

Such a terrible waste.”

“Elzar watched her go, then turned and looked out at the stars, at the emptiness of space, the deepest sea of all. Below him, the flame-trees churned, rustling and whipping — it was like standing atop an inferno. He let his consciousness out into the darkness beyond, looking, looking…

The Force seized his mind.

Awful visions flashed before his eyes, things he could not understand, cast in a sickly purple light. Jedi, many he knew, friends and colleagues, horribly mutilated, fighting battles they could not win against awful things that lived in the dark. Things that lived in the deep.

The Jedi, those who survived, were fleeing. Not retreating, but fleeing.

The visions spiked into his mind, the Force screaming some sort of warning or prophecy at him, shearing through his consciousness, and they would not stop.

Elzar fell to his knees, blood dripping from his nose. This did not feel like an unknowable, avoidable vision of the future.

This felt inevitable. Certain.

Evil, horror, sweeping over the galaxy like the tide.

He saw Jedi dying, screaming, and himself last of all, unable to escape what was coming.

Slowly, agonizingly, the visions receded. Elzar returned to himself. He gasped, and more blood spattered the deck.

What had he just seen? What had he seen?

The worse was not the chaos; the battles; the pain; the unknown, monstrous horrors surging out of the dark. It was what he had seen on the face of every single Jedi the Force had shown him.

The greatest enemy of all.

Fear.”

I’m a sucker for descriptions of the Force.

[thehollowprince]

I've mentioned before how everything they've done with/for the High Republic in the Star Wars franchise would have worked (at least on paper) pretty well as a setting for the Sequel Trilogy rather than that nostalgia filled quagmire that we got. By which, of course, I mean that we should transpose it all to take place after the Original Trilogy, thereby not boxing it in and having most of it not make sense in the grand scheme of Star Wars. This is my idea of what a first movie in this "new trilogy" would look like.

Context...

Takes place a century after Return of the Jedi

Relatively peaceful since the various Imperial Remnants have been brought under control

Outer Rim occasionally terrorized by space pirates known as the Nihil

The Jedi have managed to rebuild and flourish, while also not being as politically tied to the Rebulic/Senate

Main/Important Characters...

Poe Dameron - pilot and commander in the RDC

Finbar "Finn" Sunvale - a newly Knighted Jedi

Rey San Tekka - scion of the San Tekka family

Marchion Ro - the leader of the Nihil; Evereni

Lorna Dee - a Nihil warlord; Twi'lek

Lina Soh - Supreme Chancellor of the Republic

BB-8 - Poe's astromech droid

References

Great Hyperspace Disaster (Light of the Jedi)

Republic Fair on Valo (The Rising Storm)

Obviously, a disclaimer. I am creating this with the full benefit of hindsight and the works of others at my disposal. And also, no disrespect is meant to fans of the High Republic characters as I shift them out of the spotlight.

But without further ado...

EPISODE I: For Light and Life

The Legacy Run breaks up in hyperspace, flinging debris and parts of the ship across the Outer Rim at near light speed, causing untold damage

A joint task force of the RDC (Republic Defense Coalition) and Jedi respond to the planet Hetzal, an agricultural world where most of the debris is heading, saving the planet from destruction

The task force also manages to save survivors of the Legacy Run in the debris

[this is where we meet Poe and Finn]

While an investigation is opened into what caused the Great Hyperspace Disaster, Finn and Poe are pulled to look into a missing person's case

Meet Lor San Tekka [Max von Sydow] - this missing person is his granddaughter

Rey San Tekka isn't really missing - she ran away from her sheltered/privileged life to seek adventure, finding it with the Nihil, specifically Marchion Ro

[She doesn't know the true motives of the Nihil]

Rey is also a "Skywalker" - someone who can use the Force to chart new paths through hyperspace

She's been using her gifts to chart Paths for the Nihil raids, though she doesn't know that's what they're being used for

Rey overhears Marchion Ro talking with other Nihil about the successful raid and no survivors and she realizes she's been duped

[They also mention almost hitting a ship in hyperspace (the Legacy Run), inadvertently causing the GHD]

She tries to escape but is caught by Lorna Dee

The Supreme Chancellor is meeting with delegates and Senators and members of the Jedi Council, who assure her that the GHD has been contained and they're looking into it

Lina Soh passes these assurances on to the Republic and let's the galaxy know that the Republic Fair on Valo is still happening - a centennial of the restoration of the Republic

Finn and Poe arrive at the planet Grizal, following Rey's trail, unaware that its a Nihil stronghold

They're shot down and crash in the jungle

The Nihil hunt them until they're cornered, with Rey swooping in at the last minute to save them

[Marchion Ro had let her go]

The trio fight off the Nihil and escape in a stolen ship, jumping to hyperspace

Before they have a chance to really rest, Rey tells them they need to get to Valo immediately; the Nihil are planning on attacking the Republic Fair

On Valo, the Fair is starting

Neither Poe nor Finn can get through to Valo [communications have been sabotaged], so they contact Starlight Beacon and ask that any and all available personnel report to Valo immediately

The Nihil attack during Chancellor Soh's speech

Chaos ensues, with battles taking place on the planet, in the skies, and in space

The trio arrive and split up, Poe getting to a Skyhawk interceptor to join the fight in the skies while Finn and Rey make their way to the ground.

Rey has an idea on how to stop the Nihil, but she needs access to a communications array

Poe rallies the other starfighters to fight off the Nihil ships and stop their bombardment of the city

Finn and Rey meet up with Chancellor Soh and her guard, including a Jedi Master, who have been helping civilians

Soh spares a few guards to accompany Finn and Rey

As they make their way to the communications tower to restore power and enact her plan, they're ambushed by a group of Nihil led by Lorna Dee herself

Epic fight between Finn and Dee, who has an electrosword or electrohammer or something

Rey manages to restore power to the tower and immediately enacts her own code sequence, causing the Nihil ships to crash into each other or to the ground

Finn beats Lorna, and she is arrested

Republic reinforcements from Starlight Beacon and nearby systems arrive, and they manage to drive off or capture the remaining Nihil

Lorna Dee managed to escape custody

The Republic is victorious, though sustaining heavy casualties; the Chancellor herself was injured

As order is restored and aid is doled out, a speech is made to remind everyone that "We are all the Republic!"

"For Light and Life!" - the Jedi ignite their lightsabers

Mid or post credit scene of Marchion Ro congratulating Lorna Dee on not only escaping Republic custody but returning with such a gift - a Jedi Knight (not Finn)

And there we have it.

Obviously, this is just a bullet list of major events and the order I think they should happen in. Just because I think these ideas worked together on paper doesn't mean that it would have worked out on screen, but sadly, that's something we'll never know. I'm just sad that they invented all this cool stuff for Star Wars and it's relegated to books and comics where it doesn't get a fraction of the audience.

[eggbagelz]

clownsonas. or something [sunval uses he/she and bram uses they/them]

[onceawake]

Arrai was raised primarily by his mother, Wylana Sunvale. While never outright told he was an unwanted child, he still experienced alienation and neglect, both from his parents and his environment/community. They lived in a largely ignored corner of Baldur's Gate, with even the Flaming Fist unwilling and unlikely to wander into the area, let alone investigate crime.

The population was primarily other tieflings, which is what forms his propensity to help them when he has the chance — most of his closest childhood friends were other tieflings struggling along.

often left to fend for himself while both Wylana and Ekmerius, his father, worked long hours.

named "Awry", albeit mis-spelled.

both parents are several-years dead by the time of BG3's first act.

does not claim his surname, opting to simply wear Arrai as a mononym.

the above is largely similar for his dragon age verse, save for that his father didn't stay at all — and he will be much more likely to extend a hand to other ( city ) elves than anyone else.

[susanmoffatc21]

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[mito-elias]

Dear Community,

We are thrilled to announce our collaboration with Brimbank City Council to bring a series of engaging workshops as part of our Nomadik Program. Fandata Studio, a community-focused and sustainable arts platform based in Sunshine, will host drawing and collage workshops that celebrate sustainability through eco-friendly materials. These workshops will run from April to May and are designed to bring people of all ages together to create meaningful, ephemeral artwork.

Inspired by the theme “The Center of My Hearth”—symbolizing the vibrant and interconnected spirit of our community—the workshops will culminate in a collective body of work. This artwork will be showcased as a temporary paste-up installation on one of Sunshine’s public walls, celebrating our creativity in a way that harmonizes with the evolving nature of urban spaces.

Workshop Details:

Workshop 1

Location: Sunvale Community Park, Sunshine

Date: Saturday, 19th April

Time: 10:00 AM – 2:00 PM

Workshop 2

Location: Buckingham Reserve, Sunshine West

Date: Saturday, 3rd May

Time: 10:00 AM – 2:00 PM

Open to all ages and skill levels, these workshops invite everyone—seasoned artists and curious beginners alike—to contribute to this collaborative project. By blending creativity with sustainability, we aim to spark joy and connection while honoring the spirit of our community in a temporary, eco-conscious display.

Join us to add your voice to this unique artistic experience!

We look forward to seeing you there!

Best regards,

Fandata Studio

Creating sustainable art for a vibrant future

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