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whiskygoldwings · 12 days

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Anecdotes of a Guard Life: Oh honey, honey

Senate Galas were one of the... Less interesting parts of Fox’s job. Stand around, look imposing yet approachable and pretend he’s not sneering behind his helmet at all the drunken Senators. Other then the approachable part, it’s a cakewalk.

That isn’t to say they don’t have their perks. One being that he’s not doing datawork. The other... Well...

The internal comms crackle to life. “The Prune’s approaching the soapbox, operation Flavour’s a go.”

Fox calmly turns and walks towards the podium, placing himself in full view to the left. He tucks his arms neatly behind him, grasping wrists and sets his feet perfectly apart in parade rest. The Chancellor passes him with a “Commander! How lovely to see you!” and Fox salutes crisply, before returning to position.

“Decoy in place,” he reports, and gets a “Received!” in return.

The rest of his role in the operation is simple. Stand there and be obvious. It’s not hard. He’s well aware of what he looks like. White painted chest armour a beacon against all the red. Helmet sticking out amongst all the uncovered faces. There’s always a few Senators who dismiss the Guard along with the rest of the serving staff, but if one is looking for them, he draws their attention.

He’s also strategically placed himself under the slightly brighter light near the podium. Carefully orchestrated by their best engineers.

He’s pretty sure this is not what the Kaminoans intended when they flash-trained them in Infiltration methods. But fuck ‘em. They also debated engineering out their tastebuds so they would eat basically anything. Instead they just fed them that anything and expected them to like it anyway.

This is their own fault, really.

Thorn casually walks around the crowd, helmet facing out, checking for any signs of trouble. The hand facing away from the crowd twitches in a series of handsigns and Fox sighs.

“Thorn, comms work just fine.”

Thorn’s sigh is heavier. “Fox, have a little fun once in a while.”

“No.”

Several different snickers come over the internal comms and a noise that is very clearly Thorn blowing him a raspberry.

Fox rolls his eyes, safe in the knowledge that no one around him can tell.

“You did get that we’re halfway done though, right?”

Fox groans, just managing to keep from tipping his head back in exasperation. “No, I forgot how to read hand signals.”

“It’s all that caf, rots the brain.”

Fox doesn’t even dignify that one with an answer. Not all of them can be all flowers and sunshine first thing in the morning.

Actually, he has absolutely no idea how any of them can be like that. Thorn is a freak of bioengineering. Somehow they got away with their blonde hair, but Fox isn’t sure how the Kaminoans missed the disgusting morning cheerfulness.

Clearly something had critically failed in their tube before decanting.

He nods absentmindedly at a Senator who’s approached and is drunkenly thanking him for his “fine service”. A click of the tongue sets his helmet to circulating internal air, but it’s not quite quick enough to prevent the stench of expensive red wine from getting through the filters. Great. He’ll have to sit with that for a while.

The man is just slurringly getting to the point where he’ll ramble about how his planet’s taxes are funding the Coruscant Guard’s efforts when Thorn speaks again.

“Fox, Taa on route to point Alpha.”

“Apologies, Senator,” he has no idea what the absolutely kark-faced Senator’s name is, but the title always works. “I am required for an internal matter.”

He doesn’t wait for the man’s wide-eyed enquiries, simply turns away and walks towards the buffet table at the other end of the hall. He can already see Senator Taa weaving his way towards the buffet table, taking advantage of the other guests being distracted.

There’s a saying. One about smart minds thinking alike or something. Fox is a little less then impressed to find Senator Taa thinking along the same lines as them. He would not bet on Senator Taa against a Kowakian monkey-lizard.

“Senator, may I have a moment?” He slides infront of him, standing like a barricade in the path of the man’s assault. Senator Taa actually jumps a good inch off the floor.

Fox probably shouldn’t be amused at that. He is though. He was also recording it. That’ll make for good viewing on a rough Senate duty.

“Ah, Commander, must it be now?” Senator Taa looks anxiously over his shoulder, and Fox calmly sidesteps to block his view of the buffet table.

“I apologise sir, this won’t take a minute.” Fox clicks his tongue at the end of that, switching the outward going comms off.

A crackle of internal comms then “Understood, troops, one minute.” from Thorn.

They could be efficient and professional, when the need was high.

What followed for Fox, was an excrutiating minute of going over security plans he was already very certain of, and manouvering himself to prevent Senator Taa from slipping round him. The Twi’lek Senator was... Persistent, would be a good way to put it. Fox was the taller of the two of them, which was fortunate, as the Senator kept rising onto tiptoes to try and look longingly over his shoulder. He’s never tilted his head so much in conversation and frankly, his neck hurts. He actually resorted to raising up on his own toes at one point.

The things he does for his troops. Force damn the little fuckers.

He can see them in his peripherals though. Casually moving towards the long table set with food, as if on a floating patrol. He’s pretty sure he spots Thire carrying away a whole roast bird of some sort, and if that’s actually the case he might have to promote the cheeky little shit...

Finally, FINALLY, Thorn walks up behind Senator Taa with a “Sir!”. The Senator jumps again, and sadly, Fox wasn’t recording that time. He’s not entirely sure how a man can be so completely oblivious to everything going on around him, but it works for their purposes.

“Commander?” Fox enquires, and as the Senator turns to face Thorn, flashes a slightly-more-emphatic than he intended THANK YOU hand signal.

“The Chancellor has requested a further perimeter sweep.” Thorn intones, voice carefully modulated to project bored professionalism.

“Understood,” Fox looks back to the Senator and nods at him. “Apologies Senator Taa, we can discuss this matter further later.”

“Yes yes, mustn’t keep you from your fine work, good job Commander,” the Senator waves dismissively at him, then heads over to the buffet table with an air of victory.

Fox watches him go, then turns back to Thorn.

“Do you think he realises you’re the one who stopped him?” Thorn asks, a thoughtful tilt to their helmet.

Fox just sighs, and walks away to the sound of Thorn’s snickers in his ear.

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He’s only able to review their proceeds after the Gala is completely done and over, made sure everyone has left for their own homes, and checked Senator Deechi isn’t, once again, comatose drunk under a table somewhere. He marches back to the barracks (alone, because he isn’t making any of his troopers stay at one of these stupid events any longer than necessary) and makes his way straight to the second rec room.

The sound of laughter and joy hits him as soon as he rounds the corner to the hallway, and he lets go of the tension with a grateful breath. Pulling off his helmet, he strides into the room, where troopers in various mismatches of bodysuits and armour are sprawled around a lumpy pile covered in a white sheet with CG stamped in red in the corner.

“Took your time!” Thorn waves at him, grin wide and delighted. “Deechi wasn’t passed out again, was he?”

“Thank the Maker, no,” Fox rolls his eyes to chuckles from the others. “You waited for me?”

Thorn rolls their eyes right back. “Duh, get your shebs over here.”

Fox goes and sits next to them, then promptly gets back up when Thorn tries to side-arm him into a hug and goes to sit next to Comm who snickers at the pair of them. Thorn pouts. It’s a good pout, full and wide-eyed, but Fox has developed immunity to their banthashit and graces the attempt with a middle finger.

Thire sighs loudly and exasperatedly. “If the two children would kindly settle down, the adults would like to check out the spoils of battle now please?” He glowers at the pair of them, and Fox glowers back, showing him how it’s done.

Thorn reaches forward and grabs the edges of the blanket. “My friends, my family, my wonderful idiots! Enjoy!” They whip off the sheet with a flourish, and there’s gasps and noises of joy as even Fox feels his eyes widen.

They’ve outdone themselves. There’s little squares of delicate crisp bread with curls of meat pate. Glistening honey-coated carrots roasted to perfection. Candied nuts and fruit sitting powdery in a bowl. The roast bird he’s going to have to make Thire a commander over. And even...

“Is that sugar?” Fox breaths, picking up the beautiful ceramic bowl filled almost to the brim with beautiful, wonderful, white crystals of perfection...

Someone passes a steaming hot cup of caf over his shoulder and holds it out for him. “Commander,” Stone murmurs, a warm smile on his face as Fox turns to him. Comm holds out a small spoon, and Fox is not an emotional man, but he kind of wants to kiss the whole kriffing room at this point.

“Thank you,” he sniffles, taking the proferred mug (and decidedly doesn’t care that it’s the pink one with a Fox-head that Stone got him as a joke) and places it in front of him. With gentle fingers, he takes the spoon from Comm, gets himself a hearty heaped spoonful of sugar, and stirs it into the inky-dark liquid in his mug.

Reverently, he lifts the mug to his lips, tilts it gently and... Oh...

“Mesh’la,” he whispers, eyes closed and lips curving into a smile in the wake of the sweetened nectar of the little Gods.

There’s laughter all around him, and he opens his eyes to the sight of his family, all taking carefully selected pieces of food and trying them out with noises of glee and excitement.

Fox sits, sipping his delicious cup of caf, and thinks life doesn’t get much better than this.

#Mesh'la = beautiful #shebs = arse #I headcanon Fox having a sweet tooth #And sweet coffee makes life bearable #His troops always make sure to get him some #one way or another #marshall commander fox #coruscant guard #coruscant guard as family #star wars: the clone wars #fanfiction #my fanfic

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sev-on-kamino · 6 months

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Show & Tell - Kinktober 2023 vol. 2

Pairing: Commander Thorn x afab!Reader

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected piv sex (be safe irl), the armor stays on, public sex, competency kink, authority kink, lil voice kink, breathplay if you squint, marking, if I missed anything lemme know

Summary: You think you can get away with teasing Thorn because you’re at work, and he’s on duty. He proves you wrong.

Word count: 1599

A/N: this isn’t proofread or edited. if you see an error, no you don’t 🥰

Dividers by the GOAT @dystopicjumpsuit

Teasing Thorn was an art, and you were an artist. Choosing the proper venue was just as, if not more, important than your methods.

Letting him catch you, as your eyes trailed hungrily up and down his armored form. Making sure he saw you squeeze your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat. Making eye contact while you licked the icing off of your spoon.

All guaranteed winners.

Your greatest hits.

But you’d learned quickly that Thorn rarely had any reservations about fucking you wherever you chose to tease him. Restaurants, 79’s, Corrie HQ. The higher the chance you could get caught, the harder he took you. He’d watched you come undone for him through the mirror of so many refreshers you’d both lost count. And you felt so bad about defiling Fox’s desk that you’d bought him some really expensive chocolates for his decant day, and forbade Thorn from eating any.

Yet you still felt exceptionally confident that you could easily rile him up, and successfully make him wait that day. Your team was setting up new computers, datapads, and protocol droids in the senate building, and Thorn, along with a squad of his men, were accompanying you and your team through the higher security areas.

You’d drawn the short straw that morning which meant updating and testing the viewing platforms in the rotunda. The longest and most tedious of all the tasks, but it required precision because even Grizzer wouldn’t be able to find every piece of you, if a senator fell out of the air during session.

Thorn naturally agreed to stay with you while you worked in the center of the room at the Chancellor’s podium. You plugged in your holopad, and began running your diagnostic report.

“This all for you today?” Thorn asked, as he watched your fingers flying across the screen with interest.

“Mmhmm,” you replied, not taking your eyes off of your screen. “What about you? Fox cracking the whip as hard as usual, or shall I make dinner for two?”

“Make it for three,” Thorn commanded playfully. “I’m starving.”

“Ok, Commander Bottomless Pit,” you said, laughing, as you bent over to access the control panel in the podium.

You heard a slow exhale through Thorn’s vocoder, and wiggled your hips.

“See something you like?”

“I see something that belongs to me.”

“Easy, Commander, we’re on duty,” you replied, straightening up, and popping open the top button of your shirt.

“I know exactly where we are,” Thorn said with a short laugh, as he folded his arms, and regarded you through his visor. “Now get back to work.”

You were used to Thorn using his command voice at random times. You liked hearing it, and he liked the effect it had on you. But at that moment, you decided you just didn’t want to comply…not fully anyway.

“Yes, sir,” you said, abandoning your work voice in favor of the bedroom tones that made Thorn squirm.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Thorn warned.

“See, I don’t think I am,” you replied, popping another button before resuming your work.

Thorn released another short laugh followed by an amused hum. He watched you work, your face the picture of concentration, as platforms detached from the wall and you moved them about before replacing them.

You bit your lip, and hummed softly, as you shifted in your seat. To anyone else it would simply look like you wanted to get comfortable, but to Thorn it meant war. He stepped up behind your seat, reaching around to grip your throat just beneath your jaw.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” He growled into your ear.

“This little display meant to stop me?” You asked with a little smirk, even as you squeezed your thighs together in earnest.

“Stand up,” Thorn commanded, releasing you and backing up to give you room.

Your stomach lurched with excitement and anxiety.

“You wouldn’t,” you whispered even as you complied, standing up and gazing up into his visor.

“Watch me,” he said, removing his codpiece. “Or don’t. You have work to do.”

With that he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around. You heard the light hiss as his helmet was unsealed and the soft tap as he sat it in your abandoned chair. You glanced at your chrono and realized you really did have work to do, if you wanted to finish before anyone came looking for you.

Your fingers began moving again, your eyes racing across the screen, as the platforms once again detached from the wall one by one before returning to their bases.

You felt Thorn’s hands at your hips, pushing your pants midway down your thighs.

“No panties?” He mused, a gloved finger swirling around your entrance. “You make it so easy for me, cyar’ika.”

Your movements paused, a platform hung in the air above you, the servos whirring quietly in the empty, cavernous space.

“Keep going,” Thorn ordered, pressing his finger inside you, causing your hips to jerk, as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Taking a deep breath, you resumed your task. The platforms continued their smooth waltz in the air around you even while Thorn pressed his fingers inside you, preparing you to take him like you were at home making dinner.

He ran his free hand up the outside of your thigh, giving your hip a squeeze before continuing up your side and sliding around to your stomach. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, as his other hand slid up your body to palm your breast through your shirt.

“Look at you go, baby. I’m barely even distracting you. That’s my brilliant girl,” he purred, leaning forward to bite down on the sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder.

At that your fingers ceased their race across the keys, balling into fists, as an obscene moan rose out of your throat. The sound danced along the walls, ringing clearly in the cavernous space while he sucked and licked at the spot, making you squirm and attempt to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Do you know how good you sound?” Thorn asked, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “I wanna hear my name bouncing off these walls.”

“Fuck, Thorn, please,” you swore under your breath, as he pulled his fingers away.

“Patience.”

He grabbed your hips with both hands, tugging you back towards his body, before sliding one hand up your back between your shoulder blades and pushing down.

You let him position your body as he liked, took a deep breath and resumed your task. You cried out, typing faster, as you felt his cock sliding into you. You clenched around him with a desperate whine.

“Thorn, please,” you begged softly.

“Ask me to fuck you while you work,” He ordered. “I know my brilliant cyare can do both, so ask me.”

“Baby, please,” you whined.

He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, drawing another moan from you.

“Ask.”

“Please, Thorn,” you relented. “Fuck me while I work.”

“With pleasure,” he replied, rolling his hips, as he found a rhythm that brushed that delicious spot inside that made stars flash in your vision.

The obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt, mixed with the soft hum of the servos created your own little chorus. The platforms moved smoothly in a pleasing pattern that traveled around the rotunda. Normally, the pattern would have been satisfying in and of itself, but the sight took a backseat to Thorn’s thigh plates snacking against your bare thighs.

“So wet for me. You’d love it if my squad walked in right now, wouldn’t you?” Thorn teased, as he continued to enjoy your body, reaching around to play with your clit.

You clenched around him, hesitating just a second before resuming.

“Oh, fuck, I felt that, baby. You wanna fuck in front of my men? Want them to see what a perfect little slut you can be?”

“Thorn, please, I’m so close,” you moaned, relieved that you were almost finished.

“I know you are, cyar’ika,” Thorn purred into your ear before nipping at it sharply. “Think you can finish before I make you come?”

You didn’t reply, you simply worked faster, which only triggered Thorn’s competitive instinct. His fingers moved more deliberately against your clit. Firm, smooth circles that had his name floating through the room amongst the platforms.

15 platforms to go.

Thorn shifted the two of you, to thrust into you at a new angle, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stay focused.

10 platforms to go.

His hand left your hip to wrap firmly around your throat again.

5 platforms to go.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded.

You felt the edge of your bliss, you just had to let go, and give in, but you resisted.

“Now, love,” he said firmly. “Be a good girl, and you can have my cum dripping out of your pretty little pussy the rest of the day.”

You couldn’t hold back. You reached back to bury your fingers in his curls, moaning his name, as your orgasm swept through you. A wave of white hot pleasure that had your thighs shaking.

“That’s it baby,” Thorn encouraged, as his own climax caused him to regain his hold on your hips to keep you in place, as he fulfilled his promise. You’d finish your task with his cum filling your cunt, and he’d escort you and your team out of the senate building as it dripped down your thighs.

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im-the-punk-who · 6 months

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one chance in a lifetime (it can’t go wrong) by @bloggingbisexually

Alex smiled warmly at her and took his place at the podium. “Thank you vice-chancellor,” he said into the mic, “for everything. This place has taught me so much about friendship, loyalty, and love. But most importantly, it's taught me that the best things in life, the very best things… happen unexpectedly.” He paused for a dramatic beat. “Hit it!” he yelled. He lifted the mic from its stand and flipped the cap off of his head just as Liz’s sister Rosa flooded the hall with music.

The moment Alex’s feet touched the dock he felt something in him let go. The vice around his heart, pulling him from one adventure to the next, was finally released. He connected with the trees and the water and the birds as if they were his family. His family, in a way that his blood family never had been.

“You’re sure you’re okay here?” Forrest asked, already climbing back onto his boat.

“Yeah,” Alex breathed. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

I had the privilege to make art for this wonderful story for the @rnmbigbang this year! I was using a brand new art program and I'm super enthused about how these came out. Thank you, Kit, for trusting me with your work!!!

#rnm big bang 2023 #malex #roswell new mexico #fanart #rnmbb #alex manes #by milo #roswell new mexico fanart #rnm fanart

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impossibleprincess35 · 4 months

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The Echo and the Stain | ch 19

[Excerpt:]

Her voice had become passionately loud, and Satine found herself standing sheepishly before the Chancellor with her eyes wide and her hand lifted in the air as if she had been posed behind a podium speaking to a crowd. She quickly dropped her hand to her side and gave a nervous laugh as she stammered, “I apologize, Chancellor Valorum. I, uh, um, I’m rather, I feel very strongly about this matter and I let myself get carried away. Please forgive me.”

Qui-Gon Jinn had sat forward on the edge of the armchair, watching closely.

Finis Valorum, however, laughed warmly and smiled, “You mustn’t apologize. You are passionate. I understand why you are said to be a rather compelling speaker. You have compelled me, Duchess Kryze; but now, I must compel you. Would you consider having dinner with me tonight? I would greatly enj-”

The door to the Chancellor’s office slid open and his aide stood in the doorway with a datapad in her hand, announcing briskly, “Sir, your next meeting is waiting in the conference room down the hall. Are you ready to proceed?”

Satine’s pulse was thundering in spite of her calm exterior, but she could feel her skin hot underneath Breha’s dress. The thought of Finis Valorum’s womanizing ways being on display for her favor? She was disgusted, but also relieved to know that he was as predictable as she had hoped he would be.

Valorum was flustered at the interruption, but his stammering gave Qui-Gon Jinn the opportunity to walk towards them and gesture to the Duchess by reaching out with his arm for her to take as he said, “Your Grace, we must be going.”

Chapter 19 is up.

I couldn't stay away from finishing this chapter. I did break for about a week, though. *shrugs*

#the echo and the stain #obitine #obi wan x satine #fanfic

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the-jam-to-the-unicorn · 2 years

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Fake News Alert

Is Germany's Foreign Minister Annalena Baerbock really a traitor, doesn't care about Germans and works for Ukraine?

What happened?

Germany's Foreign Minister Annalena Baerbock attended the 26th annual Forum 2000 Conference in Prague. She also was part of a podium discussion where she talked about Ukraine, Germany and the German support.

Later, Russian Propaganda Accounts and Kremlins published a ~54s long clip (it also exists a shorter (~30s) clip), claiming that Baerbock is a traitor, doesn't care about Germans. They also claim that Baerbock works for the Ukrainians and admits it in this clip.

(screenshot of the published clip and what one of the Russian accounts posted, as example)

So, is it true?

No.

The published clip was only a part of Baerbock's answer, so it was edited. It was also highly taken out of context - cutting away her explanations.

The whole answer can be found here (German subtitles, she speaks English in the clip):

Find the whole event here:

youtube

Why is Annalena Baerbock a target for Russian Propaganda?

Since the outbreak of war, she stands with Ukraine, supports them in several speeches, condems Russia and Russian war crimes She also received lots of praise for a very clear, honest and frank communication as well as several remarkable speeches. Baerbock is also advocating for support and weapons. An especially remarkable positions, since her party (Die Grünen / The Greens) are known for their "no weapons" stance and not involving Germany in other conflicts. Baerbock was also one of the first German politicans who advocated for Ukraine to receive EU candidate status.

She was also on the first high-ranking German officials who visited President Zelenskyy in Kyiv before Chancellor Scholz' visit.

In the past, she also stood up against Russian Foreign Minister Lavrov, warned about Nordstream 2 and the German depency on Russian energy / coal / oil / gas, already supported Ukraine and condemned Russia and their actions since 2014.

Her party also has a history of supporting Ukraine. They condemned the annexation in 2014, warned about energy depency, critized Nordstream 2, spoke out against Putin several times and advocated in the past to support and help Ukraine more.

Currently, she's also one of the most loved and popular politicans in Germany. Many Germans support her actions. She was one of the Chancellor candidates during the last election, but lost since her party didn't get the majority in votes. After Chancellor Scholz was appointed to office, he received much critism, especially during the war in Ukraine and his stance and actions. Because of that, Baerbock gained support and love from Germans.

#germany #baerbock #ukraine #russia #war

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blackwldcw · 1 year

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Their fellow Eukarian delegates still try to gain their attention, with waving hands and exaggerated gestures towards their communication devices, but it’s too late. The ceremony is already starting.

They rise from their seat and take their place besides Starscream at the podium. There is polite clapping and then,

A noise they haven’t heard since they left home.

A horn, high and clear, sounds. And a cry of voices chanting something ancient and rhythmic. Purple and black flags fringed with gold wave in the soft breeze as the envoys approach.

Blackarachnia freezes as they draw closer. It is a band of warriors and hunters from the caves, and at the head of the train, all of their sisters. Nerezza, cloaked in shadow. Akantha, with a pouch full of medicines collected from the earth. Senka, scarred and defiant, and next to her, Izel, over-clad in jewels and fire-coloured silk. Ataro, they of the double-soul, holding one of the banners high. And at the very front, Melantha and Lilura.

Murmuring envelopes the crowd, and Starscream covers the microphone so he can lean over to whisper, “what the frag is going on.”

With a pounding heart, Blackarachnia helplessly shrugs and shakes their head. They take advantage of the momentary interruption to check their comm link.

::hey uh I have good news and bad news. Good news, Lilura received our invitation and is coming. Bad news (question mark?) the rest of your family is also coming.::

::hello?::

::nia?::

They flex and unflex clammy hands. Lilura was the only one of their relatives to reach out to them after Chela’s demise. Radio silence from those who still dwelt within the caves was... understandable. When they were young, they left without a word in the middle of the day to fight another planet’s war. And when they were old, they returned with Starscream and Windblade, only to help them kill the mad titan. Their family had every right to be upset.

But as they stare warily out at the ceremonial train, they see neither accusation nor anger.

Only pride.

Melantha gives a call and slams the butt of her spear into the ground. The web-weavers stop. She speaks native Eukarian, but Lilura is right beside her to translate.

“We of the caves of Eukaris come here today to honour a tribe-sister and to offer our hearts and hands during this glad time. For, after so many seasons of strife, you have achieved peace. After so much death, you have been given new life. Our blessings be upon Lord Chancellor Starscream and Blackarachnia.

Our time of mourning for the titan Chela has passed. Change is inevitable. We have seen it in the Web. I have come here to reassure you that the fate-weavers embrace that change. May the future continue to see us working together in harmony, as it has this day.”

The company bows in sync and then rises. They remain in perfect formation, like sentinels in the middle of the crowd.

Blackarachnia’s shock is palpable. They’re only taken out of it when Starscream grasps their arm. “Nia, did you hear me?" he hisses. "Should we continue? Are they a threat?”

They stare out into the uneasy throng and focus on Melantha’s golden eyes. She never was a very good liar, even when she did it to protect them.

At the prolonged eye contact, her mask cracks, and her lips tremble. She mouths something only Blackarachnia can make out.

An apology.

Slowly, the scientist nods and resumes their position.

Starscream’s speech goes in one audial and out the other. All they can focus on is the sight of their family, all here, all alive. All strangely willing to support them.

Maybe Amate’s death freed more than just them.

#ic status #rp event: rebirth

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gougerre · 1 year

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whenever i hear the title chancellor i think about someone literally just whooping and hollering incoherently at a podium while holding a scepter

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owkse · 2 years

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Stormyeyes ~ Chapter 3: Battle Honours

Chapter 2

You stood to the side of the incredibly large stage, fiddling incessantly with your cloak sleeves, your nervousness coming out. You hated being the centre of attention. It was comical when you think about it, you stand at the forefront of a grand army going into battle, but the one thing that sends you into a nervous wreck is the prospect of getting on stage in front of the entire Jedi order, along with selected Senators and the Chancellor.

‘Hey there’ smiled Obi Wan, stopping next to you.

The council were making their way onto the stage, the newly appointed Master to the council choosing to stop to speak with you.

‘Hi Master’ you said with a bow, returning to your fiddling much to the man’s amusement.

‘Hey, hey, you’ll make them fray’ said Obi Wan placing his hands warmly over yours.

‘Sorry’ you said sheepishly making the man chuckle.

‘After the ceremony I’ll re-sew this for you, and you can sample my new tea flavour’ said Obi Wan inspecting the sleeves.

‘Yes Master’ you said rolling your eyes as the man let go of your hands.

‘You’ll be fine… I’ll be there as will Master Windu…. Stop fiddling’ said Obi Wan, as you started fiddling again.

‘I just want this over with’ you huffed.

‘And it will be, just as soon as you walk onto the stage accept your medal, give a little speech’ said Obi Wan.

‘Speech… no one said anything about a speech’ you blanched.

‘Oh you…’ you exclaimed smacking the man’s arm when you noticed his laughing.

‘Good luck little one’ sang Obi Wan winking at you as he climbed up the steps to the stage.

Fiddling again, you caught yourself, stopping your actions just as the entire hall went silent. Briefly panicking you took a deep breath centring yourself, as the chancellor took to the podium.

Before yourself the chancellor went into honouring those who would be receiving promotions and medical discharges. All to soon, it was your turn, glancing up on the stage you spotted Obi Wan who looked over to you, shooting you a reassuring smile.

‘This war has not been an easy, but it’s heading in a direction the republic can be proud of, it is in this time that we must celebrate those who have displayed exemplary service… therefore, with our final award, it is with great honour I award Jedi Knight Y/L/N with the Republic Cross of Bravery, for exemplary displays of heroism and above all the protection of the republic’ said Chancellor Palpatine.

And with that, butterfly’s raging in your stomach, you climbed the steps into the brights lights of the stage, the hall thundering in applause, the council and senators on the stage standing and clapping as you stood before the Chancellor as he pinned the medal to your tunic.

‘I will certainly look forward to watching your career, with… great interest’ smiled Palpatine making something shiver down the back of your spine.

‘Thank you Chancellor’ you said simply, stepping back and bowing.

‘This concludes our awards ceremony’ said Palpatine, the hall bursting into applause and ruckus as people began to leave.

‘Congratulations young one’ said Windu, approaching you.

‘Thank you Master… I feel like there are so many other men and women more deserving of this award’ you sighed unpinning the medal and looking at it for the first time.

‘You deserve the award young one, you have been and continue to fulfil your duty well’ said Windu.

‘Who are you and what have you done with my Master Windu?’ You said unable to help yourself.

‘Very funny young one, very funny, there are some other people who want to congratulate you, in thirty minutes you are expected in the council chambers’ said Windu with a huff and roll of his eyes, before he practically stalked off.

Turning you found some of your teachers from when you were a youngling beaming at you from the the steps of the stage. Happily you skipped over, jumping down the steps you handed round the medal to your teachers then your friends who also hung back to speak with you. Thirty minutes later you found yourself with your medal in your hands, stood before the council.

‘How feel you Y/N?’ asked Yoda.

‘Relieved that’s over with’ you said earning some scattered chuckles around the room.

‘Young one’ sighed Windu making this who heard crack smiles.

‘Sorry Master’ you said grinning.

‘That apology would sound more sincere if you meant it young one, and you’re making us get side tracked’ huffed Windu.

Bowing your head you fought your smile as you caught eyes with Obi Wan, who too was fighting his own smirk.

‘Y/N we’ve asked you up here because as a council we have agreed that in light of your bravery and service to the republic it is only right to grant you the rank of Master’ said Plo Koon.

‘Are you sure?’ you couldn’t help the words that tumbled from your mouth.

‘Sure we are, a joke this is not’ said Yoda stopping the laughter that had erupted at your words.

‘Sorry Master I did not mean to be disrespectful, it’s an honour truly, one that I don’t entirely believe I deserve’ you said humbly.

‘Deserving of it you are, honoured you should be, honoured we are to grant you this rank’ smiled Yoda as you accepted the new cloak handed to you by Master Windu.

‘Thank you Masters truly’ you smiled clutching the cloak to you.

‘Come on young one, let’s head out’ smiled Obi Wan approaching you as everyone got up to leave.

‘How long have you kept this from me?’ You pouted, as you both walked down from the council tower.

‘Not too long… only since that business on Dagobar’ smiled Obi Wan cheekily at you.

‘Obi’ you huffed causing the man to chuckle.

‘Oh come on, it was a nice surprise, excellent entertainment when you wound up Master Windu’ said Obi Wan cheerily.

‘And they call me a menace’ you snorted entering the Master’s rooms.

‘Sit, sit, let me just get….’ Said Obi Wan, moving to his cupboards.

‘You don’t have to sew my sleeves’ you chuckled taking off your cloak, settling onto the couch, sitting cross legged you finally studied your medal.

‘Of course I do, you certainly won’t’ sniffed Obi Wan, settling next to you pulling your old cloak into his lap, beginning to sew up your sleeves.

‘Thanks…. Obi Wan, I’m a master now’ you said with wide eyes.

‘Yes you are’ grinned Obi Wan continuing his work.

‘Me, Y/N Y/L/N by name and most definitely reputation’ you said.

‘Yes Y/N, you’ said Obi Wan, tying up his work, standing and placing your cloak along with your new one on the cloak stand with his own.

‘Obi, it’s me’ you said pointing at your chest.

‘Y/N listen to me’ said Obi Wan sitting back on the couch cupping your face with his hands. ‘You are a Master, you deserve the title of Master’.

‘Obi Wan, I’m a Master’ you grinned launching at the man, embracing him as he laughed.

‘Congratulations little one’ chuckled Obi Wan.

‘Thank you Stormyeyes’ you grinned sitting back.

You spent the rest of the afternoon in the man’s rooms, drinking tea and enjoying the small amount of time you have away from the war, was truly cherished.

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sw5w · 4 months

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...While You Discuss This Invasion in a Committee

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:28:45

Something I found interesting, you can see groups of people mulling around on the floor beneath the Chancellor's Podium (image lightened).

Also, the identification of the Rodians is conjecture. As far as I've seen they haven't been individually identified as to who is who, just the names of the three in the Rodian pod. I would assume Onaconda Farr is in the middle since he's the senator and the other two are aides.

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Cliché Chronicles: Dystopia on Repeat

The Not-So-Original Rebellion

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In the not-so-distant future, where clichés reigned supreme and originality was but a distant memory, there existed a society ruled by a sinister regime known as the "Conformitocracy." In this world of predictability, a young protagonist named Skylar Everdystopia emerged, her destiny - with her tousled hair that defied gravity and eyes that sparkled with generic rebellion - entwined with the fate of a dystopian realm drowning in tropes.

She lived in the monotonous town of Conformitburg where the sun rarely shone, as it was too busy brooding behind perpetually overcast clouds, matching her perpetual mood.

The Conformitocracy, led by the one-dimensional villain Chancellor Stereotypus, enforced a set of arbitrary rules that made even the most bureaucratic bureaucrat squirm. Smiling, laughing, and wearing mismatched socks were forbidden, for they threatened the regime's meticulously planned aesthetic.

Skylar, being the chosen one by default, discovered a contraband book titled "The Handbook of Rebellion," conveniently hidden in the hollow of a tree; little did she know, every other protagonist had found the same handbook in equally convenient hiding spots.

United under the banner of "The Resistance of Unoriginality," Skylar's rebel crew embodied every conceivable stereotype. There was Brooding Bad Boy, whose leather jacket exuded angst like cheap cologne, and Tech Genius, who spoke exclusively in techno-babble to conveniently advance the plot.

The rebels faced numerous obstacles, each more predictable than the last. From daring midnight escapades to stealing generic information from the Conformitocracy's overly simplistic mainframe, Skylar and her companions oozed rebelliousness.

Of course, Skylar had a romantic subplot that unfolded with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Enter Mysterious Love Interest, whose sole purpose was to exchange brooding glances with her and provide cryptic pieces of information that conveniently propelled the plot forward.

As the rebels neared their inevitable confrontation with Chancellor Stereotypus, Skylar underwent the obligatory "training montage." Cue the dramatic scenes as she learned to wield a weapon that happened to be conveniently hidden in the aforementioned tree stump.

The climactic battle unfolded in the heart of Conformitburg, where rebels clashed with Conformitocracy enforcers in a display of choreography that rivaled a high school play. Skylar faced Chancellor Stereotypus in a showdown of one-liners and overused flair.

In the midst of the chaos, Skylar's true power was revealed—a power so unimaginative that it harnessed the collective eye-rolling energy of readers. She channeled it into a beam of unoriginality, rendering her foes temporarily speechless.

In the aftermath of the battle, as Conformitburg basked in the clichéd glow of a newfound freedom, Skylar stood atop a conveniently placed podium to deliver a speech that was half inspiring, half expected.

"The real revolution," she proclaimed, her gaze distant and her words effortlessly profound, "is not in overthrowing governments but in breaking free from the chains of conformity within ourselves."

And so, the citizens of Conformitburg cheered, blissfully unaware that their newfound freedom was just as formulaic as the regime they had ousted. Skylar Everdystopia, having fulfilled her predetermined destiny, faded into the pages of countless YA dystopian novels, leaving behind a legacy of eye-rolling proportions.

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Exclusive Features of KIIT: One of the Top Universities in Odisha 2023

KIIT or Kalinga Institute of Industrial Technology is a private Deemed-to-be-University in Bhubaneswar that primarily focuses on higher education and research in the fields of science and engineering. Since its inception in 1992, the university has constantly added more and more feathers to its cap and now ranks among the top universities in Odisha 2023. Let’s explore some of the most exclusive features of the university below:

KIIT Faculty

KIIT has more than 2500 faculty and researchers from 13 countries experts in their respective fields. Holding patents to their names, the KIIT faculty offers motivation and guidance to the students helping them build a successful future. Even the Chancellor and Vice Chancellor here are popular academicians.

Research at KIIT

Research is another important feature that has made KIIT one of the top universities in Odisha 2023. The university is known for superior quality research and offers excellent facilities along with a research-supportive environment to its students. With a research portfolio extending across varied areas, including medicine, biotechnology, physical activity and nutrition, social and mental health, rural management and education, KIIT is known for facilitating advanced research in diverse fields.

Experiential Learning at KIIT

The university has successfully established several centres of excellence in collaboration with the industry. These include:

Centre for Industry Institutional Interface

KIIT-TBI

Central Advanced research Centre

Centre of Excellence on Occupational Safety and Health

Dassault Systeme COI

Open Source Drug Discovery Centre

These and a plethora of other centres of excellence serve as the perfect podiums for conducting development work and collaborative research with numerous partnering institutions and agencies across the world.

Innovation and Entrepreneurship at KIIT

The university also promotes innovation and entrepreneurship among its students and the youth actively through its dedicated entrepreneurship cell that guides students with aptitude and interest in entrepreneurial success. The exclusive TBI or KIIT Technology Business Incubator features incubation facilities for brand new concepts. Till date, around 35 enterprises have graduate from the TBI successfully while others are in the process.

These are just a few exclusive features from the list of more features that make KIIT one of the best universities in Odisha. To know more about the university, get to https://kiit.ac.in/ or call at +91 674 2725113.

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