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rainydaydream-gal18 · 1 year

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(The Bad Batch) TBB x Reader: Frozen

A mission goes awry, and you take a moment to recover in the aftermath.

(Author’s Note: Platonic, or you can read into your interaction with a particular Batcher however you’d like. It’s just a little snippet I started a while back! Set sometime in S2.

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It started with warmth that began to spread, pulling you out of the void. Your skin tingled as it gradually gained feeling again, and you gratefully drew breath with a gasp. The warmth grew into a heat that screamed at your limbs to move, though they felt heavy as lead.

The heat faded, leaving you to experience chills that racked your body. You had been so still, and now suddenly you couldn’t stop moving, full of tremors and shudders as you fell to the ground.

Your palms recognized the sensation of metal grating against them.

“Hey, are you okay?” A low voice asked beside your ear, causing you to jump. “It’s alright, it’s just me.”

“Hunter,” you murmured, head spinning. You reached out to grasp his shoulder, just something to ground yourself. His hand rested over yours, and the other helped you to take a seat in one of the chairs.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.”

“W-what happened?” you asked. You tried blinking and squinting, but your eyes simply would not adjust to the darkness. “Why is it so dark? Where are we?”

Your questions were met with a brief silence, and your fear spiked. “Hunter?”

It was Tech’s breezy voice that jumped in to respond, though he didn’t quite sound as chipper as he explained. “You are aboard the Marauder. It seems you are experiencing symptoms of carbon freezing, including temporary blindness.”

You reached a shaky hand up experimentally, still half-expecting to see it in front of you. “Blindness?”

“Yes, but only temporary,” he said assuredly. “Your sight should come back shortly.”

“Okay…”

“How are you feeling?” That particular rumbly voice nearby belonged to none other than Wrecker. Even though you wouldn’t be able to see him, your head turned in his direction automatically.

“A little sick,” you admitted with a humorless laugh. “But not bad considering I was frozen in carbonite… Wait, how did this happen anyway?”

“You mean, you don’t remember?” You felt a blanket rest on your lap, and then Omega’s smaller hand on your shoulder in concern.

“Minor memory loss,” Tech noted. You could picture him raising his pointer finger matter-of-factly. “It’s to be expected.”

“We were on that mission,” Hunter explained, “for Cid. Things got a little out of hand.”

“You were captured by pirates,” Omega added.

Echo chimed in then. “Next thing we know, you were frozen and being shipped off to who-knows-where. Fortunately, we had eyes on you and were able to intercept.”

“It was quite the game of keep-away those pirates were playing,” Hunter said.

“Yeah!” Wrecker exclaimed with a booming laugh. “But we won!”

You released a small sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. The shudders had finally dissipated, but then you were left just feeling exhausted. “Well, I’m glad you guys won. Sorry I got captured in the first place.”

“Actually…” Omega’s tone was sheepish. You could almost hear her facial expression scrunching. “It was my fault.”

“What?”

“More or less,” Tech jumped in again. “The pirates were about to overtake Omega, and you stepped in.”

Your memories slowly began to come back. It was still rather fuzzy, but you did in fact remember the incident. You remembered pushing Omega out of the way before the pirates corralled her into the carbon freezing chamber…

“I’m sorry.” Her tone was quiet, defeated.

“It’s okay,” you replied warmly. “It’s not your fault. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

The next thing you knew, a light flashed before your eyes, making you blink.

“Ah, it appears you are regaining your sight.”

Tech was right. You were beginning to see the shapes of your squad. He inspected your eyes with the flashlight for a few more moments before clicking it off.

“I am starting to feel a little better.”

“Glad to hear it!” Wrecker said, clapping a hand on your shoulder. You chuckled, rubbing your eyes. Your vision was growing clearer by the second. “Uh, should she rest or something?”

“Not a bad idea. I was just about to suggest that.” Tech nodded his head in the direction of the front of the ship, signaling for everyone to give you some space. Hunter gave you a look that said a thousand things. He was relieved you were alright, proud of you for rescuing Omega, and there for you if you needed anything else. Wrecker’s shot you a grin on his way out. Omega offered a small smile, full of sympathy, and also still feeling a little guilty for what happened despite your reassurance.

You found yourself searching for another face that wasn’t there. You’d almost forgotten that Echo was away. Pulling the blanket that Omega left for you around your form, you got more comfortable in the seat. Your eyelids found it more and more difficult to stay open, and the weight of exhaustion beckoned you to sleep.

So, with your family in the vicinity, you let it.

#the bad batch #bad batch x reader #hunter x reaer #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #omega #the bad batch reader insert #tbb x reader #tbb reader insert #tbb imagine #the bad batch imagine #bad batch hunter #bad batch tech #bad batch wrecker #Bad Batch #bad batch x you #bad batch x y/n

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idungoofed · 1 year

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Wrapped in his arms - Dins Perspective

A/N: Woah so firstly I wanna say I am truely blown away and super grateful with the response Wrapped In His Arms has got! Thank you everyone who has interacted, commented and reblogged my little fic, I love you all🥰 Secondly, writers block really do be kicking my arse this past month. I was on a real roll there for a bit but now it’s like any progress I made has just *poof* vanished. I’ve had so many new ideas but actually righting them? Nope. So to try ease myself back in here’s Wrapped In His Arms but from Din’s perspective. Could it be better? Yes, most definitely, but words are hard right now and this is my way of pushing through, and anyway the edit button is there for a reason! Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: some violence at the beginning but brief, no use of Y/N, soft! Din, helmetless Din, no reader description, some swear words.

Word count: 777

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The Mandalorian dragged the dead weight of his bounty up the ramp of the Crest, his footfalls heavy with exhaustion after three days of tracking the wanted Trandoshan through dense, humid forests and watery marshland.

The body Din hauled into the ship was cold. The reptilian man had made sure to rid himself of the choice to board the crest warm or cold when he drew his blaster. A lucky shot had skimmed between the beskar plates protecting Dins body, grazing his thigh. A shallow cut, easily treated with the bacta spray you’d made sure he took with him.

The pain had ridded Din of his fatigue and reminded him of his need to finish the hunt, the need to be back on his ship, to be back with you.

He didn’t give his opponent another chance to shoot, firing a single shot the Trandoshan fell, a smoking hole left in his skull.

Din placed the body in the carbon chamber, and initiated the freezing process. Walking through the hull of the crest he began removing his armour, leaving a trail of beskar leading to his bunk.

Pressing the door release, his breath caught in his throat as his eyes land on your sleeping figure. You lay on your side facing the metal wall, mumbling something in your sleep.

He stood there, able to see you clearly in the dim lighting through his visor. He watched how you sighed in your sleep, how your eyelashes flittered against your cheeks in a dream, your hands clenched around the sheets.

The lights were dim enough that if you woke he would only be a silhouette. Din brought his hands up to the lip of his helmet that softly hissed as he released the mechanism, placing it on a storage crate next to the door.

Still he stood on the threshold, torn between taking that step of making himself vulnerable to you, or retreating as he has before. Surely it’s better to not know and leave his heart intact?

He sighed, deciding not to disturb you, and turned to head to the cockpit.

That was until you spoke in your sleep again, only one word, but this time louder.

“Din.”

His name falls from your lips in a sigh, one he would hear again and again if you’d let him. Unable to resist the gravitational pull of you he sits on the edge of the bed, his hip nudging your back.

You fling an arm out, attempting to ward off whatever disturbed your sleep and Din captures your hand in his, still bound in their gloves, causing you to let out a small cry.

“It’s me, Din” he says soothingly, rubbing small circles in the back of your hand with his thumb.

You say his name, voice groggy with sleep. “You’re back.”

He can hear the smile and warmth that flows into your voice at realising he’s there, making his heart clench. Do you know what you do to him? How easily you make him feel like he can be worthy of you.

You reach up, and Din sucking in a breath waiting for you to realise his face is bare to you. Your finger tips brush along his jaw before you’re retracting it too soon.

“Shit- Din, your helmet!”

He hears the worry in your voice- you were always so careful to not break his creed, something he felt you probably cared more for than he did these days. He needs this, he realises, too long has he denied himself the simplicities of touch.

“It’s okay.” He says, “You can’t see me and … I need… this.” He furrows his brow, squeezing his eyes shut wishing he said you. He needs you.

But as always you seem to know. He sees the shadow of your hand come back, and he leans into your caress, letting out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding.

He hears you move below, then you’re tugging him down to lay beside you. As soon as his body joins you on the small bedroll you burrow into his side, as if you need him as much as he needs you.

He wraps his arm around your body, pulling you close. Words had never been Dins strong point, and even now they failed, the ones that did come taste bland on his tongue. Not good enough, not enough to describe how you owned his heart.

He turns, lips brushing against your forehead in a soft kiss. A simple action he poured the unspoken words into instead. One day he would speak them, but for now this was enough. It had to be.

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Thanks for reading!💕

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figures4fun · 1 year

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That’s going up on the carbon-freezing chamber for sure!

#the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #Star Wars #action figures #hot toys #humor #toy photography #action figure photography #figure photography #cuteness #Mandalorian #Jedi #the force #force sensitive #baby yoda

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short-wooloo · 1 year

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Adding more fuel to the "Luke was wrong to go to Bespin to "save" his friends" fire,

I recently heard someone say Luke did do something at Bespin, that he distracted Vader and that gave his friends a chance to escape

but Luke doesn't do that, after Han was Frozen, Vader was at no point with them, he was explicitly waiting in the carbon freezing chamber for Luke for who knows how long, Vader could care less about them, they are completely irrelevant to him

"But they're high ranking members of the alliance"

So? I refer to my previous point, Vader doesn't care, not compared to something/one he has a personal stake in, and it is well-established that Vader is the kind of guy who disregards military objectives and rational/common sense when it comes to personal matters

Hell, Luke actually runs into his friends being escorted away by stormtroopers/Boba Fett BEFORE he encounters Vader, Luke hears Leia scream "ITS A TRAP!" at him and he still decides to continue forward,

Honestly it kinda seems like things are the other way around from that original claim, Luke isn't distracting Vader from his friends, Vader is distracting Luke from trying to rescue his friends, maybe if Luke ignored Vader and went after them they would have been able to save Han

Seems that Luke's judgment was rather clouded here, like his fear for his friends and desire to confront his father's "murderer" were causing him to make foolish choices, like he was acting on impulses and not reason, like he was not ready for this and should not have come

And the guy who deserves credit for saving the day on Bespin is Lando btw

#wooloo-writes #wooloo writes #star wars #sw #luke skywalker #darth vader #anakin skywalker #the empire strikes back #yoda was right #luke was wrong #the jedi were right

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space-cadet-goke · 13 days

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Every Frame a Painting — Empire Strikes Back

The lightsaber duel between Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader in "The Empire Strikes Back" is a crucial moment in the Star Wars saga. It takes place in the carbon-freezing chamber of Cloud City and is a climactic battle between good and evil. The duel holds significant emotional and narrative relevance, symbolizing the age-old struggle between light and dark. Luke represents the forces of good, while Vader personifies the depths of evil. Their conflict further mirrors the complicated relationship between mentor and student, as well as that of father and son. The eerie ambiance of the chamber, characterized by the amber light, and the swirling smoke adds to the tension and emphasizes the emotional undertones of the scene. Although the choreography may seem simplistic compared to modern fight scenes, it is still effective in conveying the raw intensity of the confrontation. Wide shots further highlight the physicality of the duel, showcasing the combatants' skill. Ultimately, this expertly crafted sequence blends action, emotion, and symbolism to create a memorable moment in the Star Wars saga.

#every frame a painting #star wars #empire strikes back #luke skywalker #darth vader

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nkp1981 · 6 months

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The Carbon-Freezing Chamber Set

#carrie fisher #princess leia #harrison ford #han solo #the empire strikes back #star wars

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multifanderwrites · 2 months

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| Previous Scene- Torture |

[TW: Darth Vader behavior… as in, he’s definitely the asshole here. I’m, like, at the top of the list of people who will defend Anakin Skywalker to the moon and back but, uh… yeah, this shit’s fucked. He terrorizes a nine year old girl. Oh, also, Han Solo frozen in carbonite. *sigh* I’m so sorry for what you’re about to read]

{The Carbon Freezing Chamber}

(Darth Vader inspects the chamber) “This facility is crude, but it should be adequate to freeze Skywalker and Everdeen for their journey to the Emperor.”

(An officer enters) “Lord Vader, ship approaching, X-wing class.”

“Good. Monitor Skywalker and Everdeen, and allow them to land.”

(The officer walks away. Lando approaches) “Lord Vader, we only use this facility for carbon freezing. You put them in there, it might kill them.”

“I do not want the Emperor’s prizes damaged. We will test it… on Captain Solo.”

(Lando watches Darth Vader walk away. He’s certain that he’s got to do something. But what?)

{Bespin}

(In silence, Luke descends into the atmosphere. Katniss watches him as he flies: he looks just like Anakin from this angle. Oh god. What am I gonna do?)

{Carbon Freezing Chamber}

(Our group of captive characters are led by Boba Fett to the top of the platform. C-3P0 is on Chewbacca’s back) “If only you’d attached my legs, I wouldn’t be in this ridiculous position! Now remember, Chewbacca, you have a responsibility to me. So don’t do anything foolish!”

(As Darth Vader walks down the steps, he eyes Naomi. He still has the pipe cleaner that she left behind on Hoth. Han, in handcuffs, greets Lando) “What’s going on… buddy?”

“You’re being put into carbon freeze.”

(Fett walks over to Vader) “What if he doesn’t survive? He’s worth a lot to me.”

“The Empire will compensate you if he dies.” (Before the process begins, Vader has one more thing to do. With the purple pipe cleaner in his hand, he walks to Naomi. She trembles in fear of him… and this pleases him) “Oh. Am I not your comfort character?”

(The Doctor puts his arm around Naomi’s shoulder, pulls her to him protectively) “What do you think, my lord?”

(Naomi swallows the scream of terror threatening to escape her throat before she asks…) “What do you want?”

(Vader gives her the pipe cleaner) “You dropped this.”

(Naomi is stunned, but mostly scared. This has to be a trick of some kind. Peter, also very scared) “Just take it!”

(Making sure that she doesn’t touch his palm, Naomi quickly grabs the pipe cleaner from Vader’s hand. The minute she has the purple thing in her hands, she begins to stim) “Th-Thank you.”

“Do not lose it again.” (He turns his attention to Dorothy, who is- in case you forgot- nine years old. Vader gets on one knee [fffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkk!] and tells her…) “Your sister… will go in there. I want you to see what will happen to her when she comes out. For your father’s sake… don’t look away.”

(Sarah, very protective of her family, spits on Darth Vader’s helmet. As he stands, she looks him straight in the eye and says…) [literally inspired by what Amanda said in the nerd edition of Reading Reddit Stories] “You can walk into traffic.” [now, this is peak Madison McLaughlin in a CW show] “If that doesn’t work, go to hell.”

(Darth Vader is silent for a beat as wipes the spit from his helmet. Then… he grabs Sarah’s jaw harshly, causing her to yell in pain. But Vader is barely holding it) [is it because… family???? I’ll just leave it up to you] “The only reason you’re not dead… is because of your friend there.” (He glances at the Doctor) “Be more mindful of your behavior… vampire.” (He releases her jaw before turning to the Ugnaughts) “Put Solo in.”

(Chewbacca immediately begins to freak out, throwing three of the stormtroopers surrounding Han off the platform) *Han and C-3P0 respectively, overlapping lines* “Stop, Chewie! Stop!” “Oh, no! No, no, no! Stop, Chewbacca, stop!”

(The Doctor goes to hold the Wookiee back, but Naomi stops him. Still, the Doctor calls…) “Chewbacca, you have to stop!”

(Han walks up to his co-pilot) “Stop! You hear me?”

(3P0, really not liking his position) “Yes, stop, please! I’m not ready to die!”

(Chewbacca is still very upset and thrashing about… but Han is the only person who can get through to him) “Hey! Hey! Listen to me, Chewie.” (Chewbacca cries as he’s restrained by stormtroopers, and the crying gets worse as he’s cuffed. But he does listen to Han) “Chewie, this won’t help me!” (Another cry) “Hey. Save your strength. There’ll be another time.” (The stormtroopers walk away. Darth Vader, beside Boba Fett once more, watches Han say goodbye to his furry companion) “The Princess… you have to take care of her.” (At that moment, Leia walks over to the Wookiee. The rest of the group joins Leia in comforting Chewbacca) “And you’ve gotta take care of them too. They’re risking everything… for us. Don’t let that be in vain, old pal.” (A soft growl) “You hear me? Huh?”

(Another roar: I’ll protect our friends. Han and Leia look at each other… and in a moment of desperation, they kiss. But it’s over far too soon, for Han is pulled backwards by a stormtrooper. Leia watches her dashing space pirate get in place for the process that… might as well be his death. And what terrible timing, for the Princess of Alderaan has finally accepted the truth…) “I love you!”

(And, in true Han Solo fashion, the smuggler replies…) “I know.”

(As the Ugnaughts make their final adjustments, Han looks at each of his friends. The Ugnaughts are away within moments, allowing the carbon freeze process to begin. Even as the hydraulic platform begins to slowly lower into the chamber, his eyes remain fixed on the group… but especially Leia. It’s not until the steam comes out that Han is forced to close his eyes. Leia can’t watch this horrific procedure, buries her face in Chewbacca’s stomach. The Doctor keeps his eyes on Darth Vader, his anger burning like a star. Naomi and Sarah have to look away, even though they’ve seen this before. However, this is the real deal. It’s the other side of the screen… and it’s worse on the other side. Peter hugs Wendy, feeling as though he could be next. Dorothy is unable to look away… out of fear for her sister, and out of love for her father. Only one of these characters can’t see what’s happening here) “What’s going on? Turn around! Chewbacca, I can’t see!” (From above, a huge metal tong reaches into the vat- overflowing with steam- and pulls out the rectangular prison in which Han Solo has been frozen. The entire group can see the man’s face- eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream- as the block is placed onto the floor next to the vat. A bunch of Ugnaughts come to ensure that the block of carbonite is secured. And, with a loud bang, they push it down onto its back. This allows the group to see what’s become of their friend Han Solo. Lando walks over, kneeling to inspect the status of his former friend encased in carbonite. Chewbacca turns slightly, allowing the droid on his back to see what’s happened) “Oh. They’ve encased him in carbonite. He should be quite well protected, if he survived the freezing process, that is.”

(Dorothy, having been focused on watching this process, is definitely traumatized) “Han.”

(Darth Vader is growing increasingly… impatient… concerned… who knows. Regardless, he speaks) “Well, Calrissian, did he survive?”

*I fucking hate my life, I’ve done awful things today* “Yes, he’s alive. And in perfect hibernation.”

(Vader turns to Fett) “He’s all yours, bounty hunter.” (He walks over to Dorothy, kneels to speak with her at her level) [dude… not cool. I know you’re in a ton of agony right now but this is fucked up. But oh well. Just Vader things- What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m so sorry] “Well? What are your thoughts?”

(Dorothy trembles… but musters up the courage to respond) “She’s going to hate it. She’s probably going to hate you.”

*mock 🥺… but maybe not so mocking? 🤷‍♀️* “And do you hate me?”

“What answer is the one that doesn’t kill me?” [these are things a nine year old should not be saying!!!!!!!!]

(Surprisingly not satisfied with the reply, Vader stands. He then turns to the Ugnaughts) “Reset the chamber for Skywalker and Everdeen.”

(Just in time) “Skywalker and his backer have just landed, my lord.”

“Good. See to it that they find their way in here.” (Lando walks to the group, takes Leia’s arm. She pulls it away from him, too fixated on the frozen state of Han) *Darth Vader OC* “Calrissian, take the Princess, her backer, the Wookiee and the other paradoxists to my ship.”

(Lando, shocked) “You said they’d be left in the city under my supervision.”

[hey. You said the thing. I hate you, but I love you. So much. HONEY!!!! WE SHOULDVE GOTTEN YOU THERAPY! 😭😭😭😭😭😭] “I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any further.”

(Vader starts walking away… but he turns back. The Doctor is the one he’s looking at. Silence before the Doctor says…) “You draw power from your anger and hatred. Well… so do I, in a sense. But what you really need to know… is that Katniss Everdeen… is better than you will ever be.”

(Darth Vader moves close to the Doctor… and purposefully messes up the red bow tie around the Time Lord’s neck) “Glad to know we can still agree on something… Doctor.” (And at last, Vader exits. Lando glances at Lobot, silently beginning to formulate a plan)

| Next Scene- The Fateful Duel and A Risky Escape |

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thedarthray · 2 years

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Hasbro/Kenner - Bespin Security Guards by Darth Ray Via Flickr: Hasbro & Kenner - Bespin Security Guards 2x Kenner, Cloud City Security, from Carbon Freezing Chamber playset, Utris M'Toc, Sergeant Edian, Helder Spinoza & Isdam Edian

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zponds · 2 months

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(Credit goes to JWBtheUncanny on Deviantart)

Honoka's Crystal Freezing Experiment

So this is what Honoka Yukishiro, Cure White's host was doing..... Seems after a visit from the Land of Heart's Tomb of the Ancients which Team Rocket discovered, She came across a Scroll that where made by PreCures before they left to find a new world to colonise, They came up with a method of Keeping certain Cure Soul's in Stasis... Called Crystal Freezing, Came up by PreCure Scientists (Which may have shared the same Bloodline as Cure White and a few others) And the Star Princesses, the Process is fairly similar to Carbon Freezing in the Star Wars Mythos, www.youtube.com/watch?v=kc3q56… However there's some slight Differences with this version which my good friends DeviantMaster2014 and MLPFan053 Might come up with that can fit the Lore. Back on the Land of Hearts, Crystallising Methods like Steams and Magics where normally used to form some of the Constructs on the Land of Hearts and other Colony World of the PreCures, It was never originally used to Freeze living Beings... not at first, In some of the Old PreCure Republic era's before the Original Sun was blown up, Some Cure Soul's came up with the Idea of encasing some Cure-Soul's in Crystal for Long Journeys to a New Colony World that take 6 months or 6 years giving the long journey, Later on with in many Lores on Various PreCure Colony worlds including V85, Freezing of Living Beings in Cure-Crystal Blocks is sometimes considered a Form of Punishment, Or a Method to keep Some Cure-Soul's in Stasis to they could could be preserved to keep an uncontrollable Virus Outbreak from happening while PreCure Doctors would try to find a Cure for the Virus, Crystalizing Gas's contain various Magical and Unique properties that Carbonite would have. With Skillful PreCure's with a history of the Process of a number of Smart Non-Humans Including Fairies, with Skills over a Crystal Freezing Chamber on the Controls, A Living Being and a PreCure can be Frozen in a Crystal Block and Placed in hibernation for as long as the Chamber operator wished, It can be dangerous if something goes wrong or someone inexperienced gets it wrong, It could kill someone, there is a way to Unfreeze them, Either a Kiss on the lips or the side of the Face (I'll leave that part to my Two friends to figure out) Or on the side there's a Health Reader where the Vitals are usually located, Simply turning a Switch will have the Cure-Crystal start Melting and Freeing the Subject from the Crystal Block.

#precure #pretty cure #honoka yukishiro #cure white #precure fanart #drawing

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bobafettfanclub · 10 months

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Hallmark recently revealed their "Into the Carbon-Freezing Chamber" ornament complete with light, sound, and motion, available to pre-order 7/15 on their site: https://bobafett.club/f02ga

Boba Fett's 2004-and-onward voice is included – but he unfortunately isn't shown next to Vader

Note: full 2-minute audio from "Empire" edited down just for our excerpt

#bobafett #starwars #dailyfett

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devondeal · 1 year

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So this scene in ROTJ, these lines in particular have always been interpreted as Leia saying that she's always had the feeling that Luke is her brother:

"The Force is strong in my family... My father has it... I have it... and my sister has it. Yes Leia, it's you."

"I know... Somehow... I've always known."

But when @jedimasterbailey and I recently rewatched, we both instinctively reacted to this scene differently than either of us ever saw it before which was pretty mindblowing.

We have two different interpretations of what Leia means:

My brilliant wife to be, @jedimasterbailey, thought that Leia is saying that deep down, she's always known she was Force sensitive even if she wasn't consciously aware of it. This is consistent with how Force sensitive beings before being discovered as such just know that they're different. Plus Leia must have known that her being able to sense more than others could such as hearing Luke call to her in ESB was unusual. Her being able to kill a massive Hutt via choking earlier must have been an indication for her as well.

Meanwhile for me, I saw it as Leia saying that she's always known that she was connected to Vader somehow. I figured that given the rest of her understandably shocked reaction to finding out this disturbing information of her biological parentage. Plus there was a moment in ESB in the carbon freezing chamber right before Han gets frozen where Leia looks at Vader and stumbles backward as though he were familiar.

#star wars #return of the jedi #leia organa #leia #princess leia #luke skywalker #darth vader #star wars ot

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otterandterrier · 1 year

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#hanleia #han x leia #han solo #leia organa #star wars #for science #my posts #my polls

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hapan-in-exile · 9 months

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Volume 3 - Post #2: Now we're getting somewhere

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem Reader

Total word count: 3K (of 45K total in Volume 3)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, *NSFW*

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II. There’s a lack of consensus within the medical community about the long-term impacts of carbon freezing on humanoid physiology.

The primary risk factor is brain damage—there being a critical window between when the body is inundated with tibanna gas and starved of oxygen before achieving stasis.

That’s all to say, you certainly wouldn’t enter a freezing chamber voluntarily.

Not that the traitor known as Ozan Sango had gone in willingly. There's a grimace on his face, suspended in carbonite. Something between a shout and a whimper that’s just visible between his two outstretched hands raised in terror.

Watching that pained expression dissolve into embers that flutter like moths around the Razor Crest’s detention area is a little unsettling.

There's barely enough room in here for Mando to stand up straight, and you both pivot your shoulders to avoid encroaching on one another’s personal space. So when the man known as Ozan Sango collapses to the floor from his disintegrating carbonite cartridge, he falls directly onto your feet.

“Here, I can get him past the hibernation sickness,” you offer helpfully, pulling at your red leather gloves—the only part of your original outfit you were allowed to keep.

“Don’t,” Mando cautions, catching your hand by the wrist. “The less people who know about your…abilities, the better.”

“No. Of course. Right.” You shake your head, caught off guard by your own stupidity. You must seem so foolish to him.

“Thulani…”

Damnit, whenever he says your name, your stomach jumps into your throat. Time dilates, slowing to a crawl as the Mandalorian slips his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. “I’m going to keep you safe.”

It didn’t escape your notice that Mando was at his most assured when he stepped into the role of protector. The sarcastic jokes and endlessly frustrated sighs evaporated to reveal his truest self.

You smile at him and vainly wish that you could slow down time to stay in this moment forever, while his feelings are faithful and uncomplicated.

When he finally releases you, the bounty hunter reaches out with a syringe in his other hand. “This should do the trick.”

“Huh,” you mutter. “Didn’t think you were really involved in the waking them up part.”

“Good to have on hand when you need to get them mobile.”

Yikes! You try not to think about Mando as the ruthless bounty hunter, but going into business with him made the Mandalorian's professional activities less an abstract scenario and more like something in which you are directly complicit.

On three, you both lift Ozan Sango under each arm and deposit him onto a small bench, the only accommodation inside the Razor Crest’s holding cell. The Crest had space to secure one or two hostiles for transit. Designed for capacity, not comfort.

Sango leans forward to place his head between his knees, groaning whenever the light catches his incessantly blinking eyes. Part of you desperately wanted to rush forward to check his vitals and get him hydrated. But that would sabotage the fearsome mercenary image you’re working hard to project.

“You?!” Catching sight of Mando, the traitor known as Ozan Sango shrinks back onto the bench, hugging his legs to his chest. He must realize how undignified he looks because he immediately places his feet back on the ground, squaring his shoulders before snarling, “My answer is still no.”

“Ok,” you spread both hands out wide in a gesture of humility. “I understand that getting knocked out and waking up in a strange place isn’t the friendliest way to start a partnership, but you also didn’t give us much of a chance to present the details back on Berchest. So this time, try to open your mind to the possibilities.”

“You could have come to me with money, begging on your knees, and my answer would still be the same,” he sneers at you.

“In case it isn’t clear,” the Mandalorian growls impatiently. “We are currently in hyperspace. No one is about to come through that door to save you. If you cooperate, I have use for you. Stay silent, and I’ll sell you back to Tagge Corp for the bounty.”

At that, Ozan Sango blanched—which is to say that his garnet skin transformed into a pale mauve color. “Tagge has a Guild contract out on me?”

“You know those corpos. Pretty possessive about their intellectual property.” Your tone is indifferent, disinterested. Like how you imagine a heartless merc would sound. “Now, the question Mando and I can’t answer is whether they’ll punish you with a stint in prison or just skip the judicial process entirely to make an example of you.”

As far as this man is concerned, you could care less about his gruesome death at the hands of an evil corporation. “Maybe they’ll use you to send a message to all those other drones contemplating industrial espionage.”

“Fine. Bring me back. I can’t wait to tell Tagge Corp all about your absurd plan to rob them.”

“Who says you’ll be going back alive?” Mando snaps, flicking the blade from his vambrace into the palm of his hand, where it vibrates menacingly.

“So,” he steps forward, close enough for the shield door to cast an ominous blue light over his Beskar. “I can bring you in warm,” the helmet tilts to one side, “or I can bring you in cold,” then the other. Posing it as a question.

Yeah, he’s very good at this.

Ozan looks from Mando to you and back again. Taking the opposite approach, you avoid looking at the holding cell entirely so your face won’t betray the truth—that there’s absolutely no way you’d let the Mandalorian murder him.

“Hmmmf,” Ozan snorts. “But I tell you what you want to know, and you’ll just let me walk out of here, right?”

Raising an eyebrow, he tosses a button torn from his jacket at the shield, which emits a strobe of white light that would have been blinding if you and Mando weren’t both wearing protective lenses.

“Again,” you say insistently while Ozan Sango cradles his head in his hands. “There’s no need for any of this if you would simply behave.”

Despite the agony, he manages to shoot you a look of pure loathing.

“You’re doing quite well for yourself on Berchest,” you continue. “His lordship, the Duke Raife Galantis, has also put out a contract for your return—under your new alias, of course. Give us the information we want, and we will happily place you back into his generous employ.”

“You threaten me with the Tagge Corporation but want me to betray them? If they’re hunting me for sharing trade secrets, how much shit am I piling onto myself by helping you destroy their operations?”

“It’s one refinery,” you remind him.

“The most productive coaxium refinery in the quadrant,” Ozan retorts.

“Which they operate on unceded land without legal authority.”

“Exactly,” Ozan Sango throws up his hands. “This is political. You’re asking me to take part in a terrorist plot.”

“Your handler,” Mando interrupts. “Ubaa Dir led us to believe that your time at Tagge Corp made you sympathetic to revolutionary politics.”

At the sound of that name, Ozan’s head snaps up.

“This is the same information you promised her,” you persist, weaving a heartfelt undertone into your voice before going cold. “That is until Raife Galantis offered you a more lucrative way to get back at your corporate overlords.”

"That's not how it happened!"

The look of shame that crosses Ozan Sango’s face convinces you that, in the end, despite his better judgment, he'll agree to help you. There’s still a beating heart in there, somewhere underneath the cowardice.

“What information could I give you that’s in any way useful?” He scoffs defeatedly. “They’ll have changed security codes by now. I’ll have no access.”

“We need help with the layout, floor plans, and anything you can tell us about security protocols. We won’t be able to break into the depot blind.”

“You won’t be able to break in at all,” the man known as Ozan Sango howls. “It’s a walled compound with guard towers everywhere. It’s impenetrable.”

“Let us worry about getting in,” Mando says dismissively.

“Can I ask a question?” Sango interjects. “Why would you trust anything I say?”

“Ubaa Dir told us to give you this.”

“She’s alive?!” Sango’s green eyes went wide, eager. "You've seen her?"

When Mando drops the shield to place an ancient star compass, like a sacred talisman, into Ozan Sango’s waiting hands, you might have guessed the bounty hunter had given him a baby Porg. His eyes glisten, and his jaw goes slack.

“There’s also a message she wanted us to deliver,” you say, leaning forward to give him the recording. At his touch, it projected a holographic image of the Rebel leader, Ubaa Dir. She smiles indulgently, grateful for the chance to speak to him again.

“You can—ahem,” you cough, inching towards the control panel. “There’ll be more privacy if we close the cell.”

Having already watched the hologram yourself, it's clear that these two had a complicated history—one that definitely involved fucking each other. You can’t help but wonder if any of your former lovers would risk their lives to help you overthrow an intergalactic fascist corporation.

Although sex didn’t have to factor into it, necessarily.

After all, here you are putting your ass on the line for a new rebellion, and you’d only met this woman a week ago. Erenada! Was that only last week?

As a former Rebel yourself, Ubaa Dir’s magnetism was instantly recognizable. She had conviction, a righteous cause, and the charisma to make you believe that her uprising would be one of those rare moments to fight for justice. The woman was a born leader.

Mando had taken some convincing, yet here he was, right by your side. At first, you suspected the Mandalorian might have been another one of Ubaa Dir’s lovers. But now…

Well, sex didn’t have to factor into it, necessarily.

Either way, you didn’t want to ask what leverage she had against the bounty hunter, just in case it was the type of relationship that might also have him crying alone inside a holding cell.

In due time, there came a knock from behind the cell door. Mando opened it, but he did not reactivate the shield. Guess he has 'Ozan Sango' clocked as a lovesick sucker, too.

Heaving a heavy sigh, the man’s eyes ruddy and swollen, he declares, “I’ll do it,” in barely more than a whisper.

“Good,” is Mando’s only response.

“So…what happens now?”

“We get to work.” The bounty hunter speaks into his comlink, giving Nito the all-clear to enter the detention area.

“No names,” he points a finger at the Ardennian. Our… engineer will handle schematics and spatial modeling. Focus on executive facilities and operations, especially the control room.”

The man known as Ozan Sango nods, “And then? How will I stay in contact with you?”

“You won’t,” Mando says.

“We'll ensure you get back to Berchest,” you assure him. “When you finally hear about what happens, you’ll be safe and secure, living your new life under the patronage of House Galantis.”

“It was you who proved that isn’t true!”

“Well, I’m sure the Duke will take your requests for increased security more seriously after this."

“Hey there, yeah, I’m sorry, but first, I gotta know how you were able to block our biometric sensor?” Nito asks, taking out Mando’s tracking fob, which remains silent even though he is holding it less than a foot from its target.

“What? Oh! That's because I fabricated the original sample I provided to Tagge Corp.”

So much for that lingering hope. You didn’t realize how anxiously you’d been waiting to learn his secret method for hiding yourself so completely. The ability to render any tracking fob useless would be a game-changer.

But it just came down to common sense. You hadn’t thought to provide a false sample. Though, to be fair to your seventeen-year-old self, it hadn’t occurred to you that you might actually survive a galactic civil war.

At roughly the same size as the cockpit, it's way too cramped inside the detention area for you to stand around like a piece of furniture. You leave Ozan, Mando, and Nito to discuss guard levels and security protocols. The kid would undoubtedly go over every last detail with you—about a dozen times a day—over the coming weeks anyway.

Below deck, you throw yourself inside the sleeping compartment and onto your bedroll before noticing the Child asleep in a nest of blankets. Luckily, he slept like the dead after a big meal. He barely registers you, curling up beside him. You make room, one arm tucked beneath your head, while the other pulls him into the crook of your arm.

Staring up at the ceiling, curiosity piqued, you’re powerless to stop your mind from imagining all the million things Ubaa Dir could be holding over Mando. It wasn’t sex—since, apparently, this Mandalorian is celibate. He said he swore the Creed as a young man. Did that mean he’d never—?

Surely, you’ve had some love affairs that weren’t just about sex. Or, at least more than just the sex…

One consequence of spending a life on the run is that you’re only ever there for the beginning of things. There isn’t time to cultivate the kind of devotion that would shake a man to his core at the sight of your compass, or locket, or some other trinket.

Maybe sex wasn’t everything. Mando cares about you and values you, and now you both understand where things lie...

Which is the mature and respectful way to deal with his rejection. Not the cruel and selfish approach you want to take, of throwing temptation in his face at every turn until he cast aside his Creed and bent you over the captain’s chair like it was the only thing he could think about since the moment you met.

But what kind of love is that? To ask a man you respect to betray his principles?

Maybe if he just stroked himself while you watch—?

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” sitting bolt upright at the sound of that modulated voice. “Just checking on the little guy.” You look down to see him snoring with his mouth half open. “It’s gonna be hard to keep him out of sight once he wakes up.”

“We’ve got nine hours til we reach Daiyu. Our informant can spend it in the holding cell.” Your eyebrows arch in disbelief.

“What?” he shrugs. “There’s a vacc tube in there.”

“How do we get him back to Berchest?” You ask tentatively. “Contact House Galantis once we’re in the city?”

“I still think Vos is our best option,” Mando replies firmly. “I don’t want any direct contact.”

At this, you nod absentmindedly; your thoughts are still up in the cockpit, getting railed by the Mandalorian while you hold onto the headrest. With all those squats he does, Mando could probably go for hours.

“When did you get the stealth suit, Thulani?”

You take in a great, big breath through your nostrils and shrug, “A while ago.”

Mando reaches into the compartment to pull the vizor from your face. It takes every ounce of self-control to not flinch or shrink away. Instead, you stare steadfastly into the view plate, exactly where his eyes should be.

“I don’t remember you having it when we left Dorumaa,” he says gruffly, with a wry edge that bordered on teasing.

His broad shoulders obscure the overhead light from the cargo hold, casting you in shadow. If you reached out your arms, you could wrap them around his waist and press your head against his chest.

“Mmmm," you hum thoughtfully and shrug again as though you can’t quite recall. “Do you really think it's okay to leave Nito up there on his own? Our engineer is pretty chatty.”

“You trying to get rid of me?”

“What?” You laugh nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “How? The ship is—”

“Do you really think that suit would stop me from tracking you?”

“I—I didn’t buy the suit because of you. I mean, your thermal scanner made me think it was a good idea, but that’s not—”

“You’re a terrible liar,” he shakes his head, handing you back the vizor. “Make sure you remember that.”

That knee-jerk defensiveness, which always gets the better of you, begins to surge up inside. “Well, who’s to say you aren’t as much of an easy read under that helmet? I bet you squint and crinkle your nose just like the rest of us.”

But Mando brushes off the argument, “Where did you plan to hide from me?”

Ugh, he is not going to let this go. “I didn’t—”

“Come on, you bought the suit. You had a plan.” He leans over, propping himself against the sleeping compartment's door frame with a bent elbow. Which is another unfair advantage since now all you can think about is running your hands over the hard planes of his stomach.

“You may recall you were very insistent that I not leave the ship those first few weeks?”

“I didn’t know if I could trust you,” he says. Not an excuse or justification. Merely a statement of fact. There were no apologies from the Mandalorian.

"And now you do?"

He nods. Which isn't an enthusiastic endorsement, but you'll take it.

“Can I just say how proud I was to sneak this on board without you noticing?”

Mando crosses his arms over his chest in a huff, then uncrosses them, cracking his knuckles between clenched fists before unfurling his fingers and relaxing his shoulders. The whole performance made you anxious about what he wanted to say next.

“When did you stop being afraid of me?”

“Ha!” Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that. Your brain scrambles to come up with some coy remark, but instead, you land on honesty. “It wasn’t any one moment…that sunrise on Naboo? Maybe the Kalidor?”

Laughing, you remember him holding your face in his hands, telling you to 'take care of them,' right before launching himself at this vicious flying beast. It wasn’t the same as overthrowing the Tagge Corporation…but no one had ever fought their way out of a monster’s stomach to save you before that day.

“I bought the suit on an impulse,” you say quietly, tracing your fingers over the seamless black fabric. “So that I didn’t feel completely helpless...like I could regain some control.”

“I understand.” The Mandalorian says coolly, before something shifted in his posture that felt...dominating. “But you should know, Thulani, there's no place you could hide from me that I wouldn’t find you.”

And with that, he climbed back up the ladder.

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