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itsstrangelypermanent · 2 years

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In honor of the High Holy Fandom Day of All High Holy Fandom Days, I brushed off ye old craptop and worked on a piece to murder @imrowanartist with.

Sharing is caring, after all.

This will be crossposted onto Ao3 when I can be bothered to reformat it.

This takes place in the AU we share with @anstarwar, at some point around 5-5.5 after Geonosis - The Road to Concordia.

(ask any of us about it, we can go on for hours.

They had been too late.

Again.

Nova tugged his battered jacket up, higher around his ears. Around him, black rain poured down, doing little to push down the stench of destroyed lives.

Since leaving Concordia, since leaving home, he’d been running errands for Rex and Fulcrum, anything to keep busy. It helped soothe the guilt in his chest… the guilt that he’d left Purrgil, had left Yara again.

He just…

Sitting still didn’t sit right. Not when the newly minted Imperial forces were shelling former Separatists and Loyalists alike.

No one on the Rim was safe. Not anymore.

This colony certainly hadn’t been.

It had been a mixed species affair, set up long ago and struggling during the years of the Clone Wars. They’d stayed out of the wars, or tried to, but since the fall of the Republic… it seemed that the Empire had little use for small, struggling settlements asking for supplies and assistance… as was their due as citizens.

The Twi’lek man he’d been working with, Navilt, was carefully poking through rubble on the other side of what had been a street.

Now it was just rubble.

He nudged a bit of rubble aside himself, swallowing hard when someone’s hand tumbled out of the wreckage.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with death. He’d walked beside it, fought and railed against it, held brothers in his arms as they marched on ahead.

He was a soldier. His vode were soldiers, they were literally bred for war.

These poor shabuire were civilians. This building had once been a bakery, judging from the industrial ovens, now strewn over the blast field. Broken glass from the large bay windows lay on the ground like shattered shards of dreams.

There had been no warning of the bombings.

There were few, if any, survivors. It would be the words of a few refugees now, drowned out by the sheer size of the Empire. What happened here would never make the holoreels, would never be seen by the Core.

Ka’ra, news of this wouldn’t even make the Mid-Rim.

Rex’s best estimates had listed some five thousand residents, human and near-human, in a small agricultural colony.

The fields had been firebombed, and were still smoldering, in the distance.

Even if there were survivors, enough to repopulate the colony… there was nothing left to rebuild.

Five thousand residents, three survivors so far.

Two of which likely wouldn’t survive being transported.

The third was missing three of four limbs.

He sighed, trying to look away from the ruined stump of the leg sticking out from beneath the ruins. He wasn’t sure why he’d taken this patrol with Navilt, just… he had the itch, the urge, to get out of their small transport.

The same feeling was in the back of his mind even now, like a buzzing.

Navilt was gingerly easing around the corner of the street, his rifle at the ready out of habit. He was a good man, his blue lek strangely vibrant in the smoky air of…

Nova snorted. He couldn’t even remember the name of this colony.

The air was rife with particulate matter though, smoke and settling dust. It was cloying, mixed with the smell of death, of… things better left unmentioned.

He was standing in what had been the cafe section of the bakery, shattered displays now holding stale and molding breads and cakes. It looked like the production area had been hit directly by the bounce of a launched bomb, shrapnel spraying out and leaving nothing alive in its wake.

Even the store’s tooka hadn’t survived.

He turned, heart heavy, and made to leave before the faintest sound had him turning on his heel, his rifle up and at the ready. His finger, having stayed straight in a ready position so long it had threatened to cramp, now hooked over the trigger. Just a twitch of pressure and he’d be taking a shot.

He thought about calling for Navilt, then discarded the idea.

He had children at home to go back to, if this went poorly.

Yara would miss him, Purrgil… maybe would? They’d get over his absence.

Another rustle.

What the kark.

Whatever it was, it was small. If the tooka hadn’t survived, maybe it was a scurrier, something even smaller.

Or a roach. They had been the majority of the life that had been found.

The flashlight mounted to his barrel cast a sharp beam of light over the darker corners of the wreckage, casting long shadows against the crumbled remains of walls. Broken glass crunched underfoot as he eased towards the source of the sound, a slab of duracrete held up precariously by the twisted frame of what had once been a display case.

A roach ran over the toe of his boot, something he only realized in his hyperaware state.

Another rustle, louder this time, more distinct.

There was something in the lee of the fallen wall.

Rifle up, hands sweating in his gloves, he shifted so the light fell into the crevice.

Oh.

Bright… pink… eyes stared up at him, wide and unblinking. The blue skin immediately gave them away as Pantoran, too young for any clan markings.

Somehow, the baby had been saved by the way the wall had fallen, strapped into a carrier. They were covered in dirt and filth, tiny scratches on their face scabbed over, but otherwise apparently unhurt.

The bombings had been two days earlier.

Had this baby been trapped here, alone, for two days?

He shifted, flicking the safety on his rifle before slinging it over his back and gingerly pulled the bottom of the carrier out into the relative safety, away from the wall.

The baby’s eyes were aware, but they were gnawing on their hand like they were starving.

They probably were.

He palmed his commlink and sent a “come here” message to Navilt before turning back to the baby. Hydration, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Purrgil’s echoed in his head. You can live days without food. Dehydration will kill you long before anything else will.

Always such an upbeat personality.

He had a bottle of water in his pack.

Knowing that and getting it out were two different matters. He fumbled like a kriffing shiny, rooting around until the smooth plasti slipped into his hand.

The entire time, the baby watched silently, their eyes visible above the fist they were trying to chew.

The bottle opened, and he ignored the drips on his hand as he tilted the bottle carefully towards the now empty mouth.

It took a few attempts, but the baby figured it out soon enough, tiny blue fingers wrapping around the bottle… and his own hand. He pulled the bottle away after a moment though. Even he knew too much too fast would be a recipe for a disaster.

He ignored the shifting of debris behind him; Navilt had a very precise gait and was easy to identify. Instead, he dusted off the straps holding the baby down and unfastened them, awkwardly lifting them, her, up.

Never had he regretted not taking any shifts in the Kaminoan nurseries before.

Bits of dirt and chips of mortar fell off her dress as she was lifted, and for the first time she made a sound, a bit of a warble. Her hands, as soon as they were in reach, latched onto his jacket, the drab olive almost clashing with her skin tone.

Pink eyes blinked at him again, and she put her head on his shoulder before resuming chewing on her fist.

“She likes you,” Navilt was so helpful as to point out. He had the clipped accent common to the Rylothian lowlands, and his sense of humor was drier than summer on Tatooine.

Nova just blinked at him before trying to detach her. Navilt had kids, he’d know how to-

The Twi’lek shook his head, his smirk bright. “Finders keepers. Besides, I already have a pair at home.”

He rolled his eyes as he rolled to his feet, ignoring the creak of his joints. “I’m not keeping her,” he snarked back, even as he adjusted his jacket to cover her, to keep her warm.

To keep her from seeing the fragmented bodies of what could have been her parents.

He had no idea if she was old enough to remember, but the idea of not taking the precaution made his stomach roil.

He ignored Navilt’s look as he zipped it up over her small form, his arm folded over his midsection to offer her a seat.

The entire time, she was nearly silent, just watching.

“Sure you’re not,” Navilt agreed cheerfully, almost too cheerfully. “Mando not adopting a war orphan, news at ten.”

“You’re a shabuir.”

He clutched his hands over his chest, miming. “You wound me, sir.”

The sound of babble came out of his jacket.

“See? She’s calling you on it, too.”

Nova glared, adjusting his pack and pulling out his pistol. He’d rather have the rifle, but with one arm occupied… it’d do. “We need to get her back to the evacuation point. The medics will know what to do with her.” – As it turned out, the rebel medics?

Did not, in fact, know what to do with her.

The senior medic that had come with them sat behind the desk in her tiny office. She was Bothan, and her ears seemed to swivel and focus on every creak of metal. Seeing as how their transport was old and its hyperdrive was being held together by bad welding and prayers, they were constantly in motion.

She’d been talking for a while, the complete destruction of the civilian population they’d been too late to help taking a clear toll.

The baby was the only survivor. The two that had low chances had slipped away. The third, the one who could have potentially lived a life, had commited suicide, somehow using their arm, their sole remaining limb, to dose his IV bag with a lethal dose of sedative. They’d died with an apology note scribbled onto their datapad, left on their chest, with a tear in their eye and a smile on their face.

“... orphanage. Captain, are you listening?”

He snapped back to himself, the baby curled in the crook of his arm. They’d put an IV to get her hydrated, softened up a bit of ration bar for her to gum, but they didn’t have supplies for an infant.

“Yeah, sorry May. Won’t one of the pacifist worlds take her?”

The medic looked at him like she’d already covered this, and in all fairness, she probably already had. “They can’t. With the Empire weeding out colonies like this, the orphanages of the pacifist worlds? They’re all full. Even if we can get her into one, it’s…” Her eyes went misty for a moment. “I was a war orphan, Captain. I was left in an overcrowded orphanage, stuck in a crib most of the day. Sure, I was fed, but there was no education, no stimulation, no hope. I was a lucky one who was adopted by a good family, but most? Most age out of the system, if they’re lucky. The unlucky ones fall in with the deathstick dealers, the gangs, or just get straight up sold.”

His arm tightened around the small body without his conscious permission. As if she knew he was in the middle of an existential crisis, the baby blinked at him before nuzzling back into his shoulder.

“... I don’t know anything about babies, May. Especially not a natborn-”

She snorted at him, inelegant. “Welcome to parenthood. No one does. Trial and error, Nova. Somehow the vast majority of sentients make it to adulthood as functional, despite the fact our birthgivers and guardians have no karking clue.”

The baby looked at him again and giggled, her toothless mouth opening in a wide smile. The tiny thing had to be hungry, but holding her…

Well, he understood why Mij was in the running for ‘most adopted children’ in the Ripley’s Book of Galactic Records.

May softened, the stress lines around her eyes easing. “Here’s a suggestion, Cap. Head to your bunk, get yourselves tucked in. Call your buir. Relax until we get back to Dantooine. If Mij Gilamar can’t help you, he’ll know someone who can.”

He blinked at her. “You know-”

She had the nerve to laugh at him. “Kid, I’m Alderaanian. We all know Gilamar. One of the most eligible bachelors on planet had the nerve to go and marry himself into the Clans and vanish for more than a decade, then comes back a few years ago by dropping feelers into the medical communities. He’s a good man, he’ll know what to do.” – The rest of the rebels had decided to give him space and leave him, and the baby, alone as they flew back towards the Dantooine base. He’d taken another ration bar and soaked it in a bit of water to make it softer than duracrete, and she’d eaten most of it without fuss.

It had made a kriffing huge mess, but she hadn’t fussed.

He considered it a win.

By virtue of being an associate of Rex, and by association, Fulcrum, he had a berthing of his own. It was possibly even smaller than his had been, back with Halo during the war, but this… was closet-sized.

The baby didn’t seem to care, sitting propped in his lap, quietly chewing one of his spare gloves.

He’d already tried to get a line to Rex, but whatever mission he was on, he was comm-dark.

Typical luck.

Looking down gave him an eyeful of pink hair and eyes, her blue skin looking… healthier now? Certainly, it was’t as dull as it was. May had confirmed that she was, in fact, Pantoran, and only about a year old.

She waved a chubby fist at him before cramming it into her mouth.

Mij answered almost immediately, looking tired. “Gilamar, go.”

“Buir,” he breathed softly, still hesitant about using the word. “I… have a few questions?”

The image of Mij wavered, flickered, before settling. “Are you all right?” was his first question, was always his first question, to any of them.

“Yes, I’m… fine. I… can’t get into it too much, but this last mission… it was hard, buir.”

Mij scrubbed his hands through his hair before looking up, looking rueful. “Do you want me to get Yara or Purrgil?”

He was already shaking his head. “No, no. I had some questions for you, actually.”

He had already known the words were going to fail him, so he just reached out and tipped the projector forward.

“She’s not yours, is she?”

The teasing mirth in his buir’s tone told him right away he was joking, but the break in the tension was welcome, a physical weight off his shoulders.

“She was the only survivor, and none of the pacifist worlds are accepting war orphans.”

Mij was looking away, and if Nova knew him, he had another datapad out and was already researching. “Pantoran?”

“Yeah, about a year old. That’s about all the information we have.”

He was still focused on the other datapad, chewing his lower lip. “I don’t have any experience in babies, Nova. We… I… never got to that point.”

He hid his frown behind the baby’s head. Mij didn’t often talk about Tani, not without pain in his voice, and he regretted bringing that to the man who’d done so much for them all.

“I sent a friend a message, he said he can help give you the crash course. He’s out in the Outer Rim though.”

He couldn’t help his curse, rubbing his temples when the baby smiled up at him and clapped her hands. Yeah, he’d have to be more careful about that, apparently. “I don’t think I can borrow a transport to go that far…”

There was a long moment of silence.

“Nova.”

He blinked once, twice. He’d apparently gotten lost in his thoughts, the baby’s head cradled under his chin, her downy hair tickling his neck. “Sorry, buir. I can-”

“Want a ride?”

He couldn’t help it.

He gaped.

Mij’s smile was soft, almost bittersweet. “Nuts and Yara, with their di’kute, are off in the Core working on a project to bring some vode home. Fi and Sev can watch the place, they basically live here anyway. It’s up to you, ad’ika.”

Not for the first time, the man amazed him. The man with no blood to tie them together, who wasn’t a vod, who owed them nothing… who had taken in so very many of them, housed them, given them care they’d never gotten before, who pushed them off to do what they wanted, to be their own person.

And he put up with their osik shenanigans.

Here he was, yet again, prepared to put his entire life on hold.

“I couldn’t ask-”

“You didn’t. I’m offering.” Even through the lousy connection, there was a smile in his voice.

He rolled his eyes, not that Mij could see. “... your friend… is safe?”

“He’s a vod, Nova. He married a Twi’lek and adopted her two kids.”

He laughed, a lump in his throat he didn’t want to consider. “If… if you’re around…”

“Give me twenty four hours.” – Twenty five hours saw him sitting in the navigator’s seat of Mij’s freighter, the little girl bouncing happily on his lap with a bottle in her hands.

“I was sent a shopping list,” was all Mij would admit to, but Nova somehow suspected the list hadn’t included tiny socks with tookas printed on them, or tiny, soft baby clothes, or the soft gummy rings stored in the freezer unit to ease sore gums.

At least Mij had been able to answer his terrified question of just where her teeth were.

Twenty five hours had them burning away from Dantooine, their destination the home of a certain Su and Cut.

Mij was frowning at his medscanner, letting autopilot navigate them through hyperspace at the moment. “Two days?” he asked again, looking somewhat amazed. “She’s the luckiest little girl out there then, because other than the superficial scratches? Scanner says she’s in perfect health.”

The baby thought this was the most hilarious news ever and clapped her hands.

Nova ignored the string of drool dripping down her chin and towards his lap, caught up in the clear depths of her eyes. “There… isn’t anything wrong with her, is there?”

Mij still didn’t look up from the tiny display. “She looks like she’s hitting developmental milestones, but I’ll need to watch how she reacts to her environment. Why?”

“... she has no teeth.” – Mij threw back his glass of whiskey, enjoying the peaceful calm of the cockpit. Nova had finally calmed down over The Teeth Incident, finally believing him that no, most near-human natborns were born without.

He couldn’t help the soft laugh or roll of his eyes. Nova, who had never asked for anything for himself, had called him for help.

It warmed the cockles of his black heart, and the gleeful screeches of the baby, when she’d been turned loose to play, had him melt just a bit more.

She really was a beautiful little girl, happy and innocent. Nova hadn’t quite come out and said it yet, but… well, the Fett genes, and Mando culture, ran strong. His ad looked like he was about to become a buir in his own right.

Tani would have loved being a grandparent, perhaps more than being a buir. She had loved spoiling the random clan kids who had come in with their parents, either for an appointment with him, or with their parents, on business. Having a little of her own, that she could hand back when they were grumpy?

He poured himself another measure of whiskey and swirled it in his glass, buzzed enough that he didn’t care about the lack of ice.

He knew scarcely anything about littles as small as Nova’s tiny Pantoran. Mandos were fiercely protective of their smallest ade, and ones as small as she was rarely left their clan holdings.

Thankfully, Rex had put him into contact with Cut and Su well Before, just in case they ever needed to get out of wherever they were, or if they had a vod that needed to not be on Concordia, for whatever reason. Information trickled both ways, and whenever Rex physically dropped in to check on them, he’d always made sure there was a little something extra for the ad’ike.

They’d eagerly offered to help after hearing the details he’d managed to pry from Nova, Su giving her husband a pointed look.

He might not have ever experienced it himself, but he knew what that look meant.

Hopefully Cut wouldn’t be caught by surprise when Su went into labor. Non-medic vode in general seemed to be somewhat foggy on how natborn procreation worked, and this one would be Cut’s first, biologically.

Tani would have loved them too. Su and her rough, blunt personality who called things exactly as she saw them, and Cut, who treated her like she was the sun in his sky, and the kids his moons. She’d have spent time with Su, working on Clan finances and teaching her proper Mando culture, time in the fields with Cut… causing shenanigans. Teaching, too, both Cut and the kids. She had wanted to be a teacher,

Ah, the what could have beens. – Two days later had them walking up to the Lawquane house, the still unnamed baby happily perched on Nova’s hip, chewing on one of the teething rings Mij had sourced. She seemed like such a happy little thing, blissfully unaware of the turmoil her life was… and just how terrified Nova was for her.

Mij was already knocking on the door, and he just… he wasn’t ready. What if whoever it was was going to try to hurt her? Or could see that he really had no idea what he was doing, despite trawling the net for every article he could find on Pantoran infants.

The door swung open and…

Oh.

He knew Mij had said it was a brother, but… that information hadn’t quite processed properly. But… it was his face looking back, perhaps a bit weathered, certainly lacking his vitiligo, but… His mind automatically moved him into the ‘safe’ part of his world, and he fought to loosen his fingers on the baby’s hips.

“Cut Lawquane,” the other man separated from the embrace he was in with Mij and grinned at him, his face… smooth. It lacked the tension that Nova seemed to carry with him like a cloak.

“Nova… Gilamar,” he returned, his pause barely noticeable. Mij beamed.

It had taken him a long time to stop introducing himself as a captain, but… There was nothing left for him to be a captain of.

The hurt from that hadn’t quite gone away, but-

The baby flapped her arms, whapping him upside the face with a bright smile. The teething ring tight between her teeth, she began to poke at his cheek, trying to pluck at it.

Cut laughed. “She’s your first, isn’t she?”

Mij wheezed as he blinked at him slowly. “She’s… not mine?”

His words sounded weak, even to himself.

The baby patted his cheek with a hand covered in saliva, as if in commiseration.

“Sure she’s not. And I’m a Hutt. Come on in, I got a pot of caf going. Su and the kids are out to town right now, so we have a bit of quiet.” – Mij rolled his shoulder as he tossed his duffel onto his bunk and made for the cockpit of his freighter.

Sure, the Lawquane house was gorgeous, vivacious and full of life with the kids and the baby playing happily. Squeals of joy periodically broke the otherwise pleasant calm, the kids being careful as they played with the exuberant baby.

Nova was off doing whatever, and for him?

It was time to go home.

He’d gotten his ad settled in with friends who could help him adjust, teach him how to care for his… his own ad.

He fought back his wistful smile, mentally berating himself. He was thrilled for Nova, of course he was, and… he had all the ade of his own he could ever want.

He just wished she could have been here to be a part of it.

Regardless, he shouldn’t live in the past. She would have kicked his shebs for it.

No, Nova was a buir in his own right now, whether or not it had quite clicked with his lonely braincell. The way he looked at his little girl? It was the same way a man on Jakku would look at a glass of water after a day in the desert.

Su, noticeably pregnant, not that Cut seemed to be aware of it, and her husband had opened their home and their lives to Nova and the baby, ignoring his protests and setting him up in a room upstairs that suspiciously already had a crib in it.

He couldn’t help but to laugh at Cut.

He’d better catch up on his sleep now.

In a month’s time, Mij was pretty sure he knew who was going to be on night-feeding duty.

He settled into the cockpit, idly flipping a few switches. He’d debated staying, enjoying the easy camaraderie, but…

No, it was time for him to go home. Assuming, of course, Sev and Fi hadn’t burnt the clan halls down while he was away.

Nuts and Yara and their di’kute partners were due back from whatever mission they were on within the tenday, and he always made a point of being there for his kids when they returned. Originally, it had been to bully Nuts into a checkup, to let Yara decompress, but… now that they seemed to be in sync with their partners? Now it was a matter of routine, something that soothed his soul.

Nova was behind him.

He knew, of course, as soon as he came aboard. He might be adopted into clans, but doctors tended to have better situational awareness than most regardless.

That, and the baby was babbling happily.

“Buir,” Nova broke the silence, offering him the little girl as he sat in the co-pilot’s chair.

His lip quirked as he accepted her, setting her on his knee. Nova always sounded… wary… when he used the term, like he was afraid on some level that the privilege of using it would be taken away.

Not likely. Not until the suns burned out.

“Let me know when you’re coming home, ‘lek?” He gave him a side-eye with a smile as he bounced the baby on his knee. “We’ll have your room aired out, and set one up for your little one.”

He hid his smile as Nova blinked at them.

“I have a name for her.” Nova blurted out the words, uncharacteristically rushed, without quite meeting Mij’s eyes. “None of the Pantoran ones seemed right, so… Cut helped.”

Cut should be thinking of names for his own ad, but that was a Su problem.

Instead, Mij leaned forward and toggled a few switches to send the engine warm-up sequence into idle. “I’m sure its better than calling her ‘the baby’ for the rest of her life,” he teased gently.

Honestly, he expected something simple. Clone names were important, meaningful, and usually meant something either to, or about, the person they were about. Monosyllables were typical, things that could be shouted across a battlefield, but… that was Before.

Nova shifted, turning in his seat. His fingers drummed on his thigh, his nerves clear.

“Tani,” he blurted. “I… I named her Tani.”

Mij’s world stopped moving, the ground falling out from beneath his feet. If he’d been standing, he’d likely have stumbled. “Tani,” he repeated woodenly, his voice coming out like a croak.

“Tani,” Nova repeated, sounding more certain this time, despite the look on his face.

The baby, Tani, seemed to know there was something going on, and looked up at him with wide, pink eyes. She waved her pudgy fists at him, and without thinking, he cradled her, letting his forehead drop to hers.

The words came to him, and he had a moment of realization. This must have been how Yara and Nuts had felt, when they’d adopted him.

“Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ba’ad,” he told her gently, the words flowing. Ba’ad. Grandchild. A word he never thought he would use.

Tani didn’t seem to care, patting him again and squealing, reveling in the attention.

Nova looked… shellshocked. “You… don’t mind?” he sounded incredulous, like he’d been expecting… to be rebuked.

Mij had Tani in one arm and Nova in the other before he realized he was moving, crushing his ad to himself.

“You really are a di’kut,” he murmured, his forehead hitting Nova’s far harder than he had with Tani. “You’ve just given me a gift, of course I don’t mind. I… I have a granddaughter to spoil.”

#TRTC AU #the road to concordia AU #Clone Captain Nova #Mij Gilamar #Tani #war sucks #war orphans #early rebellion era #found family best family #there are feels in this

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pkmnomegaverse · 2 years

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Fankid Week 2021 Day 5 - Adult / AU

N Kids! Or one of his sons from each of my nextgen AUs anyway. Arian from Mainverse is on the left. Elia from Lonanverse is on the right. Arian is N/Hilbert's middle son while Elia is N/Nate's oldest son, but they would be about the same age if I lined the two verses up. Thus I've been thinking of them as direct counterparts to each other. Clover gets her counterpart in Hilbert/Cheren's oldest kid. As for differences between the two families, in Mainverse, Hilbert and N settle down in an area near White Forest and run a Pokemon Sanctuary of sorts, helping to care for and rehabilitate injured and abused Pokemon. Anthea and Concordia live with them, so they, along with the couple's three children, all help out to run things. In Lonanverse, no equivalent of this sanctuary is created. Hilbert gets with Cheren shortly before he and N are reunited post BW2 and the idea I've been toying with is Hilbert gets pregnant with his and Cheren's first child around this time, so it very much bars off N/Hilbert being able to explore their feelings for each other at this time. It's the push for Hilbert to focus instead on his complicated relationship with Cheren. Hilbert and N do remain close and are able to build a friendship once they’re reunited, but the potential for more between them is pushed aside by both. I see N being the type to value any kind of positive relationship he can have with Hilbert, not seeing the lack of romantic love between them as something lost. He's happy to have his dear friend in his life at all. If one of them is going to focus on the "what ifs", it's Hilbert... Nate comes into things later on, since I can't see he and N growing close until everyone is a bit older. He still sees N sometimes and enjoys hanging out with him. The type to hear about some activity/food/etc the sheltered man has never tried or experienced and immediately invite him to go enjoy it with him. They build a relationship focused on being fun and spontaneous with each other. Enjoying life. As some point the type of fun and spontaneous things they do takes a turn for the romantic (Nate probably pulls some kind of "what if we kissed" scenario on N). Instead of settling down somewhere, the two end up a traveling couple, helping Pokemon and people wherever they travel. Elia and his siblings are born on the road essentially, since even when the couple settles down somewhere for a short time when the children are first born, they inevitably pick up traveling again once they deem the children old enough to travel. They mostly just wander, but if they hear of trouble in an area, they will go investigate to see how they can help. Nate is still besties with Hugh who works for Interpol, so even if the kind of trouble they encounter takes a turn for something they aren't prepared to handle, it's not difficult for Nate to get in contact with Hugh to either call in help, or get his opinion on a situation. Also Hugh is the one he's often getting information from about where/who needs help anyway.

#IsshuShipping #SecondBestShipping #N #Hilbert #Nate #Lonanverse #Arian #Elia #my art #Championverse

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allthecanadianpolitics · 3 years

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Possible Futures: Rad Frosh – September 24 – October 3

A Short History of Prisons Designated for Women – Tuesday, September 28, 6:00PM

National Day for Truth and Reconciliation/ Journée nationale de la vérité et de la réconciliation – Thursday, September 30, 8:30AM

Suffer the Little Children: Tamara Starblanket on genocide, Indigenous Nations & the Canadian State – Thursday, September 30, 7:00-8:30PM

Families of Sisters in Spirit Vigil 2021 ~ In Memory of Gladys Tolley ~ 20th anniversary – Monday, October 4, at 4:30PM

What does the murder of activist Mariano Abarca-México say about Canadian government accountability? – Tuesday, October 5, 3:00PM

DETAILS

1. Possible Futures: Rad Frosh – September 24 – October 3

Online

Hosted by: OPIRG Carleton, Graduate Students Association, Carleton Equity Services

What does it look like to radically re-imagine a world that is different from the one we live in, and how do we get there?

Possible Futures: OPIRG Carleton Rad Frosh encourages incoming students, and community members to stretch our imaginations and conceptions of what is possible – hoping to ground the social and political actions of today in our goals for the future.

We are presenting over a week of programming, predominantly coming from the minds of community members and students. Join us for talks, workshops, and events from September 24th to October 3rd.

Talks and panels will be streamed live on Facebook and YouTube, and workshops will held on zoom. Ensure that you register for workshops using the Eventbrite link below:

https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/possible-futures-opirg-carleton-rad-frosh-tickets-170453456878

*OPIRG-Carleton works and operates on unceded and unsurrendered Algonquin/ Anishinaabe territory. However, we recognize that our online operation has expanded our reach and the land that our community extends to. We encourage you to find out on which land you have settled or arrived.

2. A Short History of Prisons Designated for Women – Tuesday, September 28, 6:00PM

Online

Hosted by The Simone de Beauvoir Institute and Nathalie Batraville

“A Short History of Prisons Designated for Women” with Johanne Wendy Bariteau

Online public lecture organized by Dr. Nathalie Batraville in the context of “WSDB498: Ending Sexual Violence” but open to all.

After registering, you will receive a confirmation email containing information about joining the meeting.

About Wendy:

Johanne Wendy Bariteau has a deep interest in and understanding of the criminal justice system, specifically the carceral system and its impacts on folks in federal prisons designated for women.

To that end she has worked for several organizations involved in supporting folks who are incarcerated and formerly incarcerated across Canada. In BC she was a board member of the West Coast Prison Legal Services and volunteered for BCCLA and is a member of the grassroots organizations Joint Effort, a women’s prisoner support group.

She also helps with Prisoner Justice Day Committee to organize public education events and Prison Justice Network. She is now the regional coordinator for Ontario and Québec at the Canadian Association of Elizabeth Fry societies. She is also involved with other organizations, for example Anti Carceral Group and the Abolition Coalition. Working in multiple regions has given her an appreciation for the federal carceral system and how it plays out in regional contexts.

She has been interacting with students at various universities where she has been asked to lecture on the carceral system. For example, she lectured for the faculty of law at the University of British Columbia, for the Women’s and Gender studies department at Capilano University, and for the criminology department at Kwantlen Polytechnic University. Her education and training contribute to he understanding of the criminal justice system: in July 2020 she completed her Gladue Report Writing certificate with Indigenous Perspectives Society and Royal Roads University; in August 2019 she completed her Paralegal Diploma.

3. National Day for Truth and Reconciliation/ Journée nationale de la vérité et de la réconciliation – Thursday, September 30, 8:30AM

Parliament Hill

Hosted by PSAC National Capital Region | Région de la capitale nationale de l’AFPC

September 30 is the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, a new federal statutory holiday that came from one of the 94 Calls to Action by the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada. For the past few years, it’s also been commemorated as Orange Shirt Day.

All federal public service workers and many workers in federally regulated sectors have the day off to provide an opportunity “to recognize and commemorate the legacy of residential schools. This may present itself as a day of quiet reflection or participation in a community event.”

PSAC-NCR is organizing a delegation to attend a ceremony at Parliament Hill, followed by a Spirit Walk to Confederation Park where there will be presentations, music, art, and more. Check out the details of the event here: https://remember-me-september-30.org/

We will meet up in the parking lot of PSAC (233 Gilmour) at 8:30 a.m. and depart at 8:45 a.m. to walk together to Parliament Hill for 9:00 a.m. We will also have a limited supply of orange shirts to give out in the parking lot so arrive early for a shirt! Limited parking space will be available. There are parking lots and street parking nearby. Event organizers have asked attendees to practice social distancing. Mask-wearing is mandatory and vaccinations are recommended in order to protect the safety of Elders and residential school survivors in attendance.

Don’t forget to dress for the weather and bring a water bottle!

Let’s make sure to kick off the first National Day for Truth and Reconciliation by bringing ourselves to the task and showing up, in whichever ways we can, to honour the survivors of residential schools, mourn the children who never made it home, and work towards truth and reconciliation not just this day but around the year.

Please share this event with family, friends, and your coworkers!

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Le 30 septembre est la Journée nationale de la vérité et de la réconciliation, un nouveau jour de congé statutaire fédéral qui découle de l’un des 94 appels à l’action de la Commission de vérité et de réconciliation du Canada. Depuis quelques années, elle est aussi commémorée comme la journée de la chemise orange.

Tous les fonctionnaires fédéraux et de nombreux travailleuses et travailleurs des secteurs réglementés par le gouvernement fédéral ont droit à ce jour de congé afin d’avoir l’occasion de ” reconnaître et de commémorer les séquelles des pensionnats. Ils peuvent en profiter pour réfléchir calmement ou pour participer à un événement communautaire.”

L’AFPC-RCN organise une délégation qui assistera à une cérémonie sur la colline du Parlement, suivie d’une marche spirituelle jusqu’au parc de la Confédération où il y aura des présentations, de la musique, de l’art et plus encore. Consultez les détails de l’événement ici : https://remember-me-september-30.org/ (disponible en anglais seulement).

Nous nous rassemblerons dans le stationnement de l’AFPC (233, rue Gilmour) à 8 h 30 et partirons à 8 h 45 pour marcher ensemble jusqu’à la colline du Parlement à 9 h. Nous aurons également un nombre limité de t-shirts orange à distribuer dans le stationnement, alors arrivez tôt pour en obtenir un! Un nombre limité de places de stationnement sera disponible. Il y a des parcs de stationnement et du stationnement dans la rue à proximité.

Les organisateurs de l’événement ont demandé aux participants de pratiquer la distanciation sociale. Le port du masque est obligatoire et la vaccination est recommandée afin de protéger la sécurité des aînés et des survivants des pensionnats qui seront présents.

N’oubliez pas de vous habiller pour le temps et d’apporter une bouteille d’eau!

Assurons-nous de donner le coup d’envoi de la première Journée nationale de la vérité et de la réconciliation en nous mettant à la tâche et en nous montrant, de toutes les façons possibles, pour honorer les survivants des pensionnats, faire le deuil des enfants qui ne sont jamais rentrés chez eux et travailler à la vérité et à la réconciliation, non seulement ce jour-là mais tout au long de l’année.

Partagez cet événement avec vos proches et vos collègues de travail!

4. Suffer the Little Children: Tamara Starblanket on genocide, Indigenous Nations & the Canadian State – Thursday, September 30, 7:00-8:30PM

Online

Join us on Truth and Reconciliation Day for an online conversation with legal scholar Tamara Starblanket on genocide, Indigenous Nations and the Canadian state. Hosted by Ketty Nivyabandi, Secretary General of Amnesty International Canada (English speaking Branch), and Octopus Books.

LINK TO REGISTER: https://us06web.zoom.us/webinar/register/WN_oSE3Bv7HSYyAZbCiCU4QPg

ASL interpretation will be available. Participants are also invited to advise of any accessibility needs when they register.

Many settler Canadians have expressed shock at the findings of ground penetrating radar at the sites of former residential schools across the country, which have revealed the remains of thousands of Indigenous children kidnapped by the colonial state from their homes and families and Nations. These horrifying “discoveries” are already known to Indigenous Nations attempting for years to get justice.

Justice as defined by the Canadian and international legal systems is far from adequate. Tamara Starblanket carefully prepared her master’s thesis on this issue, which became the book Suffer the Little Children: Genocide, Indigenous Nations, and the Canadian State (Clarity Press, 2018). Available from Octopus Books: https://octopusbooks.ca/shop?keyword=9780998694771

This powerful work turns the western legal system against itself despite the shortfalls of legal recourse that were founded in colonialism and imperialism. Yet, her work does demonstrate the Canadian state is culpable for genocide and violates international customary law. It explains in detail how the crime of genocide was conceptualized following World War 2 by the international community, how colonial countries, including Canada, sought to shield themselves against possible prosecution and sidestep the link between cultural genocide and colonialism.

Tamara Starblanket is Spider Woman, a Nehiyaw iskwew (Cree woman) from Ahtahkakoop First Nation in Treaty Six. Tamara holds an LLM (Master of Laws) from the University of Saskatchewan, and an LLB from the University of British Columbia. She is the Dean of Academics at Native Education College on the unceded lands of the xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish), Səl̓ílwətaʔ/Selilwitulh (Tsleil-Waututh) Nations or what is commonly referred to as Vancouver, BC. Starblanket is the recipient of the 2020 Nora and Ted Sterling Prize in Support of Controversy for her book Suffer the Little Children: Genocide, Indigenous Nations and the Canadian State.

More info: https://amnesty.ca/what-you-can-do/events/#event=67793783;instance=20210930190000

5. Families of Sisters in Spirit Vigil 2021 ~ In Memory of Gladys Tolley ~ 20th anniversary – Monday, October 4, at 4:30PM

Vincent Massey Park

Hosted by Families of Sisters in Spirit

Honor & remember all Missing/Murdered Indigenous WGT2S.

Honor & remember all Missing/Murdered Residential School Children.

20th Anniversary of Gladys Tolley – MOM

In Memory of Aileen Joseph

6. What does the murder of activist Mariano Abarca-México say about Canadian government accountability? – Tuesday, October 5, 3:00PM

Online

Hosted by MiningWatch Canada, Institute for Policy Studies, Projet Accompagnement Québec-Guatemala, GRITE UOttawa Territoires de l’extractivisme, and Canadian Foreign Policy Institute

ROUNDTABLE: Does the government have the right to deceive the public?

What does the murder of activist Mariano Abarca in Chiapas, México say about Canadian government accountability?

DATE: Tuesday, Oct 5, 2021

TIME: 12 pm PST / 3 pm EST

Platform: Zoom and Facebook live

This event will be in English and Spanish; if you need interpretation REGISTER HERE (FOR FREE!): https://bit.ly/3hCLBbN

WITH:

Moderator: Bianca Mugyenyi, Director, Canadian Foreign Policy Institute

First hour: Economic Diplomacy

* Representative of the Abarca family from Chicomuselo, Chiapas, Mexico

* Charis Kamphuis, Justice and Corporate Accountability Project

* Jen Moore, Global Economy Program, Institute for Policy Studies

* Nicholas Pope, Lawyer on the case, Hameed Law, Ottawa

Second hour: Approaches to Enforcement

Reflections of expert panel

* Ketty Nivyabandi, Secretary-General, Amnesty International Canada

* Representative of Canadian Lawyers for International Human Rights

* David Yazbek, Lawyer, Centre for Freedom of Expression

Reflections of Soledad García Muñoz, IACHR Special Rapporteur on Economic, Social, Cultural, and Environmental Rights

On November 27, 2009, Mariano Abarca was shot and killed in front of his family restaurant in Chicomuselo, Chiapas, in southern Mexico. Abarca had been a key leader in his community’s fight against the social and environmental impacts of a Canadian company’s mining operations. All of the suspects in his murder were connected to the Calgary-based company, Blackfire Exploration. There never has been a full, impartial investigation neither in Mexico nor in Canada.

This case has been brought to Canada because documents obtained through Access to Information show that the Canadian Embassy in Mexico supported Blackfire extensively in the lead up to and following the murder of Mariano Abarca. Embassy officials, the family’s lawyers argue, are implicated in his death. In February 2018, Canadian and Mexican organizations asked the Public Sector Integrity Commissioner (PSIC) to investigate the acts and omissions of the Canadian Embassy in Mexico that they believe contributed to putting Mr. Abarca’s life in danger.

The Commissioner refused to commence an investigation in April 2018, and the matter is now before the Federal Court of Appeal. The Federal Court upheld his decision, which is now before the Federal Court of Appeal. We are currently awaiting a hearing date, which could be announced at any time. This is the family’s final recourse to seek justice in Canada.

As such, this roundtable will discuss Canadian practice when it comes to embassies abroad and conflicts over Canadian mining operations, asking whether Mariano’s case is the pattern or an exception. We will also explore what policy Canadian officials should be expected to follow in such cases, and how Canada’s human rights obligations are fulfilled. Finally, do we have any way to hold public officials to account when things go wrong as they did for Mariano? And if not, what needs to change?

CO-SPONSORS:

– Amnesty International-Canada

– Americas Policy Group (APG)

– Canadian Foreign Policy Institute (CFPI)

– Canadian Network on Corporate Accountability (CNCA)

-Canadian Union of Public Employees (CUPE)

-Centre international de solidarité ouvrière (CISO)

– Committee for Human Rights in Latin America (CDHAL)

– Common Frontiers

– Human Rights Research and Education Centre – University of Ottawa

– Institute for Policy Studies (IPS) – Global Economy Program

– Interdisciplinary Research Group on the Territories of Extractivism (GRITE)

– Inter Pares

– KAIROS: Canadian Ecumenical Justice Initiatives

– Mining Justice Action Committee (MJAC)- Victoria

– MiningWatch Canada

– People’s Health Movement – Canada- Extractives working group

– Projet Accompagnement Québec-Guatemala (PAQG)

– Public Service Alliance of Canada (PSAC) Social Justice Fund – Rights Action

– Steelworkers Humanity Fund

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Bo Katan Week Day 5/ Satine Lives AU

Title: How Do You Pick Up the Threads of an Old Life?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Bo-Katan Kryze & Satine Kryze Summary: Post-Lawless, but Satine lives. Bo-Katan and Obi-Wan were able to save Satine, and with the Republic’s help Satine was once again ruler of Mandalore. Everything should be happy and back to normal, right? After being apart for almost twenty years, two sisters, once on opposite sides of the same conflict, have to learn how to work together again.

Author’s Note: Day 5 of Bo-Katan Week! I am having so much fun this week and am so enjoying writing, editing, and also reading and seeing other’s work! So this is part of a novel length AU fic I’m working on, so I took a snapshot to post for this week. I would recommend reading ‘End of One Era, Beginning of Another’ first as there are some references, but it’s not necessarily mandatory. Credit for the chapter title to Lord of the Rings: Return of the King.

Tagging: @bokatanweek

Click on the link up top to read or continue reading below

Satine sat in her sitting room, her head in her hands. After helping retake Mandalore from Maul’s Death Watch, Obi-Wan and the rest of the Republic troops had left that afternoon. She had just barely kept herself from asking him to stay, instead just hugging him then letting him walk out of her life once again. She’d just have to worry about him being a General in the Grand Army of the Republic alone.

Her door whooshed open and armored boots came into view.

“Orange tea still your favorite?” Bo-Katan’s voice asked, reaching out a steaming cup. Satine stared at it for a moment before sitting up and reaching for it.

“Most days,” she responded, taking a sip before looking back up at Bo. She sighed resignedly. “Bo we’re going to need to have a talk.” Bo sank into the chair next to her.

“I figured.”

Satine watched her as she stared into the fireplace. Suddenly, looking at her there, she looked so young. The big sister in her wanted to reach out and shield her, tell her everything was going to be ok. But in reality, she didn’t know if that was true. Mandalore, Satine, Bo-Katan, her commandos, they had a long road ahead of them. Yes Bo-Katan and her fighters had come in at a clutch moment, rescuing both Satine and Obi-Wan before Maul could get them in his grasp, but that didn’t negate all the rest they had done prior to Maul’s takeover.

“Tomorrow?” Satine asked. Bo looked over at her, then back to the fire, nodding.

“Tomorrow.”

Satine finished her tea and they sat in silence, the only sound the popping of the fire.

“I have something for you,” Satine said and got up to move to her desk. Bo followed her with her eyes while she opened up one of the locked drawers and removed a small wooden box. Returning, she handed it to Bo. Bo gingerly accepted it, her eyes wary, and opened the lid to look inside. The wary look quickly changed to surprise as she lifted the beskar leaf brooch out.

“How?” she asked, turning the leaf over and running her finger along the edge.

“Fenn Rau. After...he thought I’d want it. To have something of yours.”

“You kept it? All these years? Even after…?” she trailed off.

“You were, are, my sister Bo. I love you, and I wanted to be able to remember our good days.”

Bo stared at the box, then handed it back to Satine.

“Keep it. As a promise from me. That that Bo-Katan is not dead.”

Satine took the box back and the two of them just stared at each other until there was a knock on the door and it slid open. One of her aides walked in with a tray of food.

“I knew you hadn’t eaten so…” she paused, glimpsing Bo-Katan.

“Thank you, Leanna,” Satine said, standing to accept the food. Leanna looked from her to Bo.

“I can…”

“It’s fine, I was leaving anyways,” Bo said, standing, but Satine reached forward and grasped her arm, releasing her when she flinched.

“Please stay. Leanna if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not,” she said and bustled out of the room. She returned a few minutes later with another tray and Bo sighed as she took it and sat beside Satine. They ate in silence until Satine stifled a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Bo asked, looking up from her tray.

“You still eat like an anooba,” she answered, smiling behind her hand. Bo’s eyebrows pinched together, wrinkling her brow.

“Yeah, well, no real eating etiquette in Death Watch.”

“I would say no fashion sense either, but your hair is quite fashionable.”

“It’s utilitarian. Keeps it out of my face.”

“Hmmm,” Satine hummed, amusement filling her voice. “Keep telling yourself that ner vod.”

“Your hairpieces are the worst.”

Satine made a face.

“I must agree.”

“Then why do you wear them?!”

“Because it’s expected.”

Bo shook her head, shoveling more food into her mouth.

“Yeah, you can keep that whole Duchess title thing,” she said after she swallowed. “I’m good.”

Bo walked into Satine’s office the next day. Despite the sense of normalcy they’d had the night before, tension was in the air once again.

“Please, sit,” Satine said, gesturing to the chair across her desk. Bo took a seat but perched on the edge, staring at her sister. “I meant what I said when I told the populace we’d be reevaluating the protection of Mandalore. But Bo-Katan, I can’t just forget everything that happened.”

“I don’t need you to tell me I’ve made mistakes. I’m quite aware of them. But the people are right. Mandalore needs to be able to protect itself. Me. My people. We’re loyal to Mandalore.”

“But are you loyal to me? I don’t want to have to worry about an insurrection every few months.”

“Satine, I meant what I said last night. The Bo-Katan you grew up with, she’s not wholly dead. But our people are warriors. It’s in our blood. Mine and even yours. It’s been a while, but I know you have some fire too.”

“But I won’t let it…”

“Destroy Mandalore, I know.” She looked down at her hands. “I, and most of those who follow me, want to see Mandalore prosper. Thrive. If you do right by our people, we will stand by you.”

“I need to know if I can trust you.”

Bo felt a stab of hurt, but also shame, in her gut.

“I will stand by you, ner vod. I still do not quite understand you, but I do understand that you are trying to do right by our people. And I meant what I said to that Chancellor. I have no interest in ruling.”

“And your people? Do you trust them?”

Bo thought of her commandos. Those who’d followed her. She’d lost a fair amount of her Nite Owls to Maul’s allegiance, but many still remained. And a good many ex-Death Watch remained with her as well. She knew a passable amount of them personally and many more through their superiors.

“Ursa, who was my second in command of the Nite Owls, I trust unconditionally,” Bo responded. “A few others I trust as well. We are going to need to go through the remaining and confirm their loyalty. It will take some time.”

Satine nodded her head.

“Take all the time you need. And a new name. You’ll need a new name.”

A few days passed and Bo was sitting in her office using a stylus to write up reports on one of her datapads. There had been an incident already between a few of her commandos when Bo had declared that they were going to continue to stay under Satine’s rule and were not going to overthrow her government. Luckily no one was seriously hurt, but she did have a few commandos in the medcenter and also a few now in the brig. She knew this was just the tip of the iceberg and it was going to be a long process of weeding through her commandos.

She felt a stab of guilt at the thought and paused in writing the commandos names she had locked up. She would have to do something about those who refused to bow to Satine’s rule, even though they had been loyal to Bo. Loyal to Death Watch and Mandalore. They had stayed with her and hadn’t hesitated to fight bravely against Maul and their brothers and sisters who’d thrown their lot in with him. And now she was asking them to throw their lot in with a government Death Watch had sworn to overthrow from Day 1? She was sure there had been grumblings when she’d made the decision to break Satine out of prison and to use her to get Mandalore back. And her commandos had trusted her then. Trusted that she knew what she was doing. But using Satine to take back their planet from a Sith and permanently allying themselves to her were two different things. Granted yes, it was the right thing to do; she’d rationalized that and understood that. Mandalore couldn’t keep on the trajectory that Death Watch had stood for. It would only lead to ruin and destruction, and her people deserved more. She hoped to be able to convey this and help her commandos understand. Her people respected her, she knew that. They wouldn’t have followed her if they hadn’t. But she had never quite made herself approachable. She’d have to do that over the next few weeks to hopefully allow those who had reservations to approach her and talk about it instead of dealing with it with blasters. How much the ex-Death Watch members would actually be willing to talk instead of fighting is another question, but she wanted to give her people as much of a shot as possible.

She continued on writing up her report when there was a knock on her door. She startled and dropped the stylus to reach for her blaster, but calmed herself. From what she knew and remembered of the palace, this was a small office. But to Bo, it felt lavish and gaudy. Sure Vizsla had been governor of Concordia and she had become familiar with his large office, but she herself had never had an office, despite being Lieutenant and leader of the Night Owls. This probably had a lot to do with Death Watch being offplanet and in one system or another for most of the time she had been Lieutenant. When they had still been on Concordia she’d used Vizsla's office in the mines when she’d needed it. But that office was spartan. A table with a few chairs. This office was bringing back memories of her childhood and was more richly decorated than even the Concordian governor’s office. The chairs were thickly padded with some type of leather and the desk was large and metallic with multiple holoscreens she could pull up and all the drawers she would ever need. If she closed her eyes, she could hear the flowing water in the gardens outside and could smell the leather, and in a way she could pretend she was nine years old and watching her Buir work, her small legs swinging while Satine, with her long blonde hair done up in a braid, sat beside her, discussing one thing or another about Sundari and governance.

The knock on her door sounded again and she released her blaster to reach for her stylus again and continued writing.

“Come in,” she called, and the door hissed open. She looked up and quirked an eyebrow in surprise. “Sati... your grace. This is a surprise.” Satine waved a hand at her and walked forward to grasp the back of one of the chairs.

“Please, Bo-Katan, you are still my sister. You’re allowed to call me Satine.” Bo closely watched her sister, and she noticed she seemed nervous. Some tells remained, despite how many years had passed. She glanced down at Bo’s hands and the stylus she was still holding. “You write your notes out with a stylus?” she asked, curiosity filling her voice. Bo glanced down at her own hands and with Satine standing in front of her she couldn’t help the memories that flooded her. Of all those nights those first few months with Death Watch. The flimsies and charcoal she’d stolen and all the letters she’d written to Satine. Of how she’d planned to find a way to send them to her sister. And how her big sister would swoop in and save her from these people. Those days were long gone, but even after, she’d preferred writing over typing or dictating. It gave her a sense of calm.

Gods she needed to stop this sentimental crap.

“Old habit I suppose.”

Satine nodded, her hands gripping the chair tightly.

“I’ve come to see if you would like to take dinner with me tonight.” Bo shifted uncomfortably and Satine quickly spoke again. “It would just be me, I promise. No advisors, no dignitaries.”

Bo twiddled with the stylus in her hand, flitting it between each of her fingers, and stared at the woman in front of her. She was dressed formally, her hair done up with lilies woven in it. She paused, looking at the lilies. She’d forgotten how much Satine had loved lilies. She almost always had a bowl in her room, until they’d had to flee to Concordia. The compound had always felt very sterile. Dinner, did she want to do dinner? Sure, she’d spent some time alone with her sister the past few days, but those times were few and far between. And looking at her now she felt like she was agreeing to have dinner with the Duchess, not her sister. The face looking at her was the face she’d learned to hate for so long.

But she needed to try. She’d loved her sister once. And if she was really honest with herself she’d missed her. She could try.

“Yes, I could do that,” she responded, clearing her throat, and she watched Satine relax. “What time?”

“In two hours if that works for you?”

Bo glanced at the chronometer on her desk.

“Yes, that should work. In your private rooms?” Satine nodded, a smile slipping over her face.

“Yes. Thank you, Bo. I’ll see you then.”

Bo gave up doing any work after thirty minutes of staring at her datapads and trying to write. She was able to finish up her report and then returned to her rooms, deciding to take a quick shower and wash her hair. Her rooms were close to the Protector barracks and though close to the royal wing, were not in it. There had been some discussion, very brief, about whether she should move into the royal wing, but objections both from Bo and the Protectors had silenced that debate quite quickly. The bedroom and sitting room were average sized and sparse, but they fit Bo fine.

After drying her hair, Bo stared at her wardrobe, or rather lack of it. She had been able to snag an extra flightsuit, and had a loose tunic and pants that she slept in. Flightsuit and armor would have to do.

Walking to Satine’s rooms, many of the people in the hallway gave her a wide berth, dropping their eyes and hurrying past, but Bo kept her head up and paid them no mind. The Protectors stationed in the royal wing and outside Satine’s doors glared at her but let her pass, and faster than Bo would have liked she was knocking on the door to the royal private dining room and was being told to enter.

Satine, to her surprise, was dressed casually in a simple dress and her hair was loose around her shoulders. The table was set simply, two place settings at the end of the table across from each other. Perfect distance for casual conversation without them being right on top of each other. Satine already had a glass of wine in her hand and she gestured for Bo to take the place setting across from her where there were two empty wine glasses.

“White or red?” she asked, placing her wine glass down.

“Um, red,” Bo answered, feeling out of her depth as she took a seat and Satine poured some of the red wine into her red wine glass. Bo ran her fingers through her hair and stared at the place setting. Of course there was a white and a red wine glass, and why were there so many forks?

“I tried to get them to allow me to set the table myself,” Satine said, and Bo looked up and met her eyes, “but you know how protocol is. You can use whatever fork you like.” Bo felt a small smile slip over her face. “I remember how much you disliked etiquette lessons.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it. I think our Governess would have strangled me if she could have.”

“Her screeching does still ring in my ears.”

Bo felt herself relax a little and reached for her wine and downed a little more than was proper. She’d had dinner with Satine before, just the other night in Satine’s office, so she didn't know why she was so nervous. She stared down at her place setting again.

“Which fork do I use first again? The outside and work my way in?”

Satine actually chuckled.

“See, you learned some things.”

“Do you remember that one time I showed up for my lessons covered in mud?” Satine smirked, setting her glass down.

“I don’t think her face could have gotten any redder. I had never seen her so angry. You know, I never asked. Where did you get so covered in mud?”

“Mom’s rose garden.” Satine actually laughed at that and Bo cracked a smile. “J’onn said that trickster nymphs grew at their roots, and that is why they had thorns but also had such beautiful flowers. I told him he was a liar, and uprooted one of mom’s bushes to prove it. They’d just been watered, so uprooting and then replanting it left me less than clean.” At that point Satine was laughing so hard she was crying and Bo was chuckling.

“I can see why you never offered up that information before,” Satine said, wiping some tears from her eyes and getting herself under control. Their mom loved her roses and protected them quite fiercely. “You were quite the wild child Bo.”

“Someone had to keep Mom and Buir on their toes. They’d become quite complacent with you.”

Bo felt herself relaxing even more as one of the chefs placed a salad on the plate in front of her. This felt...normal. Familiar. Before their parents had died, Bo had never failed to get Satine to crack a smile. That look that Satine had given her when she’d seen her that day in the marketplace ten years after she’d disappeared, when Bo’d just about said she hated her, had haunted her for years, despite lying to herself that it hadn’t. She knew Death Watch, Vizsla, would have hailed her a hero if she’d been able to kill Satine then. But she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t pull the trigger. The lies Death Watch and she herself told herself each day had kept her from breaking down at seeing her sister again, but she couldn’t kill her. And now here she was, making her laugh again. Eating dinner with her again like nothing had happened.

The silence was comfortable as they ate, and when their main meal finally came they moved on to discussing plans at the docks and how they were dealing with food shipments in from the Republic. Once their mostly empty plates were taken away, Bo leaned up against her chair back, her wine glass in hand as she swirled the red liquid around. The alcohol had loosened some of her inhibitions and she actually relaxed her spine to slouch, though she did have to shift so that her armor didn’t dig into her hips.

Satine was the one to finally break the silence.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but I have to know. What happened, at the compound all those years ago and…after.”

Bo stared at the swirling liquid in her glass before she set it back down on the table and pushed it away.

“You don’t want to know Satine.”

“I do. Please. I need to know.”

She felt Satine’s eyes on her and stood up and began pacing the room and running her hands through her hair. She finally came to a stop, her hands on the back of her chair.

“Carlson and I were about halfway to the hangar when I remembered Buir’s beskar’gam. He wouldn’t let me go, so I kicked him and ran. I couldn’t leave it for them to take. It was ours. Our family’s.” She paused. “Did...did Carlson make it?” she asked, and Satine shook her head sadly. Bo dropped her eyes and went on. “By the time I’d made it back to the right side of the compound, there were attackers between me and the hangar. So I headed for the garden. After the compound exploded, Vizsla found me. He said you’d left me, and he took me back to his camp. I was so angry. They kept me under guard at all times, forced me to eat, drink. I was constantly plotting on how to escape, get revenge. But then I started meeting other foundlings they’d taken in. All of us had been left behind or had our families killed. And then they brought me to the range and tested my shooting skills. The praise I got, it,” she paused, a nostalgic though melancholic smile on her face, “I finally felt nu'amyc. They taught me how to fight, how to defend myself, and eventually I stopped fighting back. Death Watch gave me a sense of belonging. There was finally this stability in the world of chaos we’d been living in for so long. They became my family. A very violent and often angry family, but a family nonetheless. And you remember me back then, I was relentless when I put my mind to something, and I was determined now that I was given the chance to be the best warrior I could be. I quickly moved up the ranks and they used my knowledge of the inner government workings on Sundari to help recruit people.”

“That’s what you were doing, that day at the Marketplace, weren’t you?” Satine interjected softly and Bo nodded, seeing the look that Satine had given her that day again in her mind’s eye.

“I was recruiting Senator Merrik.”

Bo didn’t miss the grief in Satine’s eyes so she dropped her head again. “I eventually started my own unit, the Nite Owls. We were so efficient that I eventually made my way to Lieutenant. I didn’t realize until it was too late, but my safety and security and my quick rise to the top came with a cost. I sacrificed a lot of myself to become the person I was.”

“No one could blame you for assimilating,” Satine said, but Bo shook her head.

“Mom and Buir raised us better than that. I just wanted to belong.”

She felt Satine’s eyes on her and glanced at her to see her looking intensely at her armor.

“So your beskar, that’s...?”

“Buir’s. They reforged it for me.”

“At least it’s still in the family,” Satine said sadly, but Bo didn’t respond.

Mando’a Translations Anooba – carnivorous desert animals native to Tatooine Ner vod- my sister Nu'amyc - normal

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2020

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January

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TUE: Jan 01: New Year's Day

SAT: Jan 04: Jen’s Birthday

MON: Jan 13: Anniversary of Blake’s father’s death.

[PH] TUE: Jan 08: ?? Opry Duck Hunt

[PH] SUN: Jan 19-16: Season 18 Voice Battle Rounds Tape

MON: Jan 20: MLK Day – No School

SAT: Jan 25: Blake performs at The Grand Theater- Choctaw Casino & Resort in Durant, Oklahoma.

THU & FRI: Jan 30 & 31: No School – Parent/Teacher Conference

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February

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Feb 2020 The Voice Season 18 Premiere

[PH] First week of Feb Season 18 Knockouts taped

FRI: Feb 07: Gwen LV Residency

SAT: Feb 08: Gwen LV Residency

[PH] MON: Feb 10: XXst Annual Grammy Awards

WED: Feb 12: Gwen LV Residency

FRI: Feb 14:

----- Valentine's Day

----- Gwen LV Residency

SAT: Feb 15: Gwen LV Residency

MON: Feb 17: President's Day Observed – No School

WED: Feb 19: Gwen LV Residency

WED: Feb 19 – 21: 2020 Country Radio Seminar

[PH] THU: Feb 20: ACM nominations announced

FRI: Feb 21: Gwen LV Residency

SAT: Feb 22: Gwen LV Residency

MON: Feb 24: Patti's Birthday

FRI: Feb 28: Apollo's Birthday (2014)

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March

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SUN: Mar 01:

----- Todd's Birthday

----- Endy’s Birthday

FRI: Mar 20 to Apr 12: Boy’s Spring Break. Classes resume Mon, Apr 13.

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April

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[PH] SAT: Apr 06 to 06 May: OK Spring Turkey Hunting Season

[PH] SUN: Apr 07: 54th Annual ACM Awards in LV

MON: Apr 13: Classes resume.

FRI: Apr 17: “Trolls 2: Trolls World Tour” is released. Gwen will be providing the voice for DJ Suki, the Trolls’ resident disk jockey as she did in the original movie.

THU: Apr 30 & May 1: No School - Parent/Teacher Conferences

4/3/2020

Peter Barclay Field

Tuncurry, AU

Details

Beach St, Tuncurry map

4/4/2020

Parramatta Park

Sydney, AU

Details

Pitt St & Macquarie St, Sydney map

4/5/2020

The Entertainment Center

Gosford, AU

Details

4 Racecourse Rd, Gosford map

4/9/2020

Stuart Park

Wollongong, AU

Details

George Hanley Dr, Wollongong map

4/11/2020

Hastings Foreshore Reserve

Hastings , AU

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4/12/2020

Yarrawonga Showgrounds

Yarrawonga, AU

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Dunlop Street, Yarrawonga map

4/13/2020

Bonython Park

Adelaide, AU

Details

Port Rd., Adelaide map

4/15/2020

HBF Arena

Perth, AU

Details

Kennedya Dr, Perth map

4/17/2020

Sunshine Coast Stadium

Bokarina, AU

Details

31 Sportsmans Parade, Bokarina map

4/18/2020

Brisbane River Stage

Brisbane, AU

Details

59 Gardens Point Road, Brisbane map

4/19/2020

Foreshore Park

Newcastle, AU

Details

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May

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FRI: May 01: Gwen LV Residency

SAT: May 02: Gwen LV Residency

[PH] WED: May 06: Oklahoma Turkey Season Ends

WED: May 06: Gwen LV Residency

FRI: May 08: Gwen LV Residency

SAT: May 09: Gwen LV Residency

WED: May 13: Gwen LV Residency

FRI: May 15: Gwen LV Residency

SAT: May 16: Gwen LV Residency

TUE: May 26: Kingston’s Birthday (2006)

MON: May 25: Memorial Day Observed – No School.

[PH] (Bush Dates) - May 10, 11, 17, 24, & 26

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June

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FRI: Jun 05: Todd and Jen’s Wedding Anniversary.

[PH] THU: Jun 06-09: CMA Festival Nashville

[PH] TUE: Jun 11 – 12: Last day of School for the Boys.????

TUE: Jun 16: Father’s Day

WED: Jun 17: Eric’s Birthday

THU: Jun 18:

----- Blake’s birthday

[PH] (Bush Dates) - 6 CT, 7 NJ, 8 CAN, 11 Boston, 13 NH, 14 NY, 15 NJ

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July

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FRI: Jul 03: Independence Day Observed

SAT: Jul 04: Dennis Stefani's Birthday

THU: Jul 09: [Thirteen now] “Twelve years ago today Blake apprehended a thief at his uncle's home in Ada, OK. He held the man until police arrived and arrested him.” [Tweet].

[PH] (Bush Dates) - 24 Edmonton, 26 WI, 27 IA, 28 MO, 30 NO

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August

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FRI: Aug 21: Zuma’s Birthday

[PH] -----The Academy of Country Music 13th annual ACM Honors ceremony, which will take place August 21 at Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium.

[PH] Aug 28: Boy’s first day of School

[PH] (Bush Dates) - 2 KS, 3 CO, 6 LA, 7 Concordia, 9 Tolumne CA, 10 Costa Mesa, 11 Tucson, 14 AR, 16 Tampa, 17 Miami, 18 Jacksonville, 20 Atlanta, 23 VT, 24 MD, 25 PA, 27 Allentown, 29 Wantaga NY, 30 Bethel NY

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September

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MON: Sep 07: Labor Day Observed – No School

[PH] MON: Sep 30: No School

[PH] (Bush Dates) - 1 Quebec City, 4 OH, 6 Ill, 7 MI, 8 MI, 10 Moncton, 12 Montreal, 13 Ottawa

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October

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[PH] Oct 01: Deer Archery OK to Jan 15

SAT: Oct 03: Gwen's Birthday

SAT: Oct 31: Halloween

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November

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FRI: Nov 13: Anniversary of the Death of Blake’s brother Richie. November 13, 1990

WED: Nov 11: Veterans Day Observed – No School

[PH] SUN: 22 Nov: American Music Awards.

[PH] Nov 27 to Dec 01: Boys, Thanksgiving Break, no school

THU: Nov 26: Thanksgiving Day Observed

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December

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[PH] 21 Dec to Jan 06: Boys Christmas Break (Classes resume Tuesday, 07 Jan 19)

THU: 24 Dec: Christmas Eve

FRI: 25 Dec: Christmas Day Observed

THU: 31 Dec: New Year’s Eve.

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Dean Baldwin

Friday, April 5 at 6:00pm Concordia University, VA-114 1395 René-Lévesque Blvd W. Admission for all Conversations in Contemporary Art events is free and open to the general public. Seating is first come, first serve. The lectures will be held in English. Tous les événements du programme Conversation in Contemporary Art sont gratuits et ouverts au public. Les sièges sont assignés selon le principe du premier arrivé, premier servi. Les conférences se dérouleront en anglais. _ All media is time-based, in the work of Dean Baldwin. A piece of fruit can be turned or wrung; an event erupted; an evening slowed. In every case, a river runs. Baldwin, an artist who wonders if he’s missing his collective, elevates and underscores our relations. His is the happy chaos of making things happen from the things to hand. “I use the energy it takes to commit to a mildly mad occurrence, convince others to get on board, struggle through the logistic hurdles, fear the taste of potential failure, and partake of ensuing celebrations.” At turns host, guest, and irreverent spectator, Baldwin offers a radical hospitality that “helps us to mean.” Baldwin channels Dan Graham’s pronouncement that all artists “dream of doing something that’s more social, more collaborative, and more real than art.” With the crack of a bottle against the bow of a boat, time is launched and stretched out, and we are seated, invited to make an occurrence, take a story for telling. Peripatetic, opulent, but also pastoral, Baldwin’s practice often sits agrarian means within an artworld setting. Through a process that focuses on its own occasioning, he pays close attention to the meaning of his materials, the structures he ought to fit or resist, and what requirements there are, of both the wood and the road, to bend. Bio Dean Baldwin (b. 1973) gambols across installation, performance, and photographic media. Toronto-born and Montreal-based, he moves on themes of hospitality, conviviality, performative still-life, and the structural discrepancies around which we pivot. Baldwin has exhibited in Rome, Tasmania, London, Mumbai, New York City, Quebec City, and Winnipeg, among others. He shows with Katherine Mulherin Projects (Toronto and NYC) and Parisian Laundry (Montreal).

Related Links:

Dean Baldwin Conversations in Contemporary Art The Department of Studio Arts - MFA Program

#cica #deanbaldwin

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So remember when Yoda lopped off Gree’s head on Kashyyk? Yeah me neither…

So Gree got a little lightsaber nick across his throat, just a small one mmmhmm from the battle of Kashyyk, and he got a bit knocked out, thus damaging his chip, and when he woke up the battle was over and everyone was gone

So he says “fuck this shit I’m out.” And then as he’s leaving he comes across a damaged but still functional B1 droid who’s also pretty disenfranchised with everything. So Gree fixes him up, they decide his name is Dee and anyways Dee and Gree spend the next X many years exploring the galaxy

The end/The beginning

#dee and gree #galactic explorers club #commander gree #b1 battle droid #my art #adventures in space #the clone wars #fallen au #the road to concordia au #either one

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imrowanartist · 2 years

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Thank you so much for this beautiful commission @cobaltbeam!!

And happy birthday @itsstrangelypermanent <3

#clone medic purrgil #alpha arc nash #jill gilamar #the road to concordia au #the clone wars #other people's beautiful art #commission

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Chapter 3 is now go :)

Lilo sat down at an empty table, Poke across them. Lilo sighed and buried their head in their hands, trying to think of how to start.

Poke nudged their arm when they didn’t start talking, “Lilo--”

“I think I like Ty,” Lilo said, the words tumbling out of their mouth. They did not have to explain to Poke that they meant like like, not just like.

Poke’s eyes lit up. “Hey, that’s grea--,” then they saw Lilo’s face, “that’s not great?”

#uprooted fic #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #the road to concordia au #clone medic lilo #clone medic poke #clone lieutenant ty

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itsstrangelypermanent · 2 years

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For the ask game: 4, 10 and/or 33, please.

I am screeching in delight now that I've figured out I have to answer asks on my craptop because my phone eats them.

4 - Do I have any OCs and do I have stories for them? Oh, sweet summer child. Let me tell you about Nuts and Carrion, and... let's be fair, the way I write Keeli (who has like zero canonical personality) and Mij Gilamar makes them essentially OCs. Their stories start in medlogs, which needs a major rewrite, then flows straight into the Road to Concordia AU @imrowanartist and @anstarwar keep enabling with me with. Currently, Nuts and Car are, by far, my favorite OCs, and their stories run... there's probably about 25 docs in our shared drive, plus my theory crafting and random files hidden everywhere.

Also... Toad the Tooka. She is Queen.

10 - Three favorite fic tropes. Idiots in love hits all my buttons in the most glorious way. Found family. *chef's kiss*. Families of choice.

Ok, I literally couldn't just settle on 3, so also have tragic backstory and enemies to friends to lovers.

33 - Give my writing a compliment. ... I can do that? Um. Well shit.

Um.

SOMEONE PUT YOU UP TO THIS. I am the worst at being satisfied at my own works.

Um.

... I don't suck as badly as I could at dialogue and world building. :D

#beff writes #holy shit i got an ask #I am so excite #I legit squealed

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The Rundown - Eight Remain

The championships in all four conferences have been played. The champions and three of the four finalists will converge on Charlottetown with the hosts from PEI taking the final spot at the U SPORTS National Championship this week in a tournament where winning is everything and losses end dreams. Of the eight teams heading to Charlottetown, five of those teams have won the National Championship banner in the last six years, and three of the teams have stood atop the mountain in the last three years. In short, the field is stacked for this year's tournament, so let's take a look at who's headed to Prince Edward Island in this week's edition of The Rundown!

National Ranking: 1 Team Offence: 2.57 gpg (10th) Team Defence: 0.84 gapg (1st) If defence wins championships, the top-ranked team in U SPORTS may have already written themselves into the record books. The Alberta Pandas pitched 13 shutouts in the regular season over 28 games while adding another another two shutouts in the Canada West playoffs. They enter the U SPORTS National Championship with Kirsten Chamberlin holding a perfect 11-0-0 record through the regular season and 4-0-0 in the playoffs. In short, this team is nearly impervious when playing in their own zone. Couple that amazing defence with the fact that they also have the Canada West Player of the Year in leading goal-scorer and leading scorer Alex Poznikoff, second-leading goal-scorer and scorer Autumn MacDougall, and the Canada West Coach of the Year in Howie Draper leading the program to a 23-win season, and the Pandas seemed poised to capture their ninth U SPORTS National Championship. GAMETIME: Friday, March 15 versus Toronto at 3pm AT/11am PT.

National Ranking: 2 Team Offence: 3.00 gpg (3rd) Team Defence: 1.66 gapg (12th) The Montreal Carabins come into the 2019 U SPORTS National Championship looking to replicate their success from the 2017 U SPORTS National Championship where they won and improve upon their fifth-place finish from last year's championship. Their defence may seem suspect at 12th-best in U SPORTS, but they can score in bunches to help their rookie netminder when needed. Jessica Cormier led the team in goals (11) and tied for the lead in points with Anne Germain (23) in being named RSEQ MVP. Germain led the team in assists, so the majority of the offence runs through those two players as they accounted for one-third of Montreal's goals. In saying that, the Carabins saw six players score six goals or more in their 20 games played this season, so this team has goal-scoring talent up and down the lineup. Teams found out that this Carabins team has scoring as they posted a 15-4-1-0 record and a 4-0-0 record in the playoffs. GAMETIME: Thursday, March 14 versus UPEI at 7pm AT/3pm PT.

National Ranking: 3 Team Offence: 3.29 gpg (1st) Team Defence: 1.37 gapg (3rd) The Guelph Gryphons vaulted up the rankings with an impressive showing in the OUA this season, going 16-4-2-2 and 5-0-0 in the playoffs. They were the highest scoring team in the OUA and in U SPORTS this season as they lit the lamp 79 times in just 24 games while allowing just 34 goals. This team has all the makings of a championship-caliber team if they can keep their impressive undefeated record on the road (11-0-1) intact. This team's backbone is goaltender Valerie Lamenta once again as she led the OUA with a 1.24 GAA and a .952 save percentage in the 16 games she played. What may be deceiving about those stats is that Lamenta was 10-5-0 in those games, so there are times when scoring seemed to dry up for the Gryphons. Kaitlin Lowy led the team in goals (13) and points (25) while Miranda Lantz was the Cy Young winner for the team in scoring 11 goals and adding just four helpers. Only two other players scored eight goals apiece, so those four players account for over half the teams' goals this season. If their opponents can limit chances, the Gryphons will need Lamenta to be at her best. GAMETIME: Thursday, March 14 versus Manitoba at 3pm AT/11am PT.

National Ranking: 4 Team Offence: 2.96 gpg (4th) Team Defence: 1.58 gapg (9th) The St. Thomas Tommies were the AUS champions and the only team from the AUS to earn its spot at the National Championship, so there will be some considerable pressure on the Tommies to try and become the first AUS team to win the National Championship banner. They have a solid offensive game led by their top line, and the defence and goaltending will certainly be good enough for them to win games. Will being at the National Championship for the first time in school history overwhelm the ladies? St. Thomas' first line is rather deadly as Lauren Henman, Emily Oleksuk, and Olivia Reid combined for 39 goals and 88 points in 28 games this season. Oleksuk led the team with 34 points while Henman lit the lamp 18 times to lead the Tommies. Needless to say, a large chunk of their offence is contained within that line. Goaltending was a strength this season when the scoring was held at bay as Abby Clarke was top-two in the AUS for wins, GAA, and save percentage. They'll need all cylinders firing to become the first AUS team to capture the banner. GAMETIME: Friday, March 15 versus McGill at 7pm AT/3pm PT.

National Ranking: 5 Team Offence: 2.50 gpg (11th) Team Defence: 1.44 gapg (6th) The McGill Martlets fell to the Carabins in the RSEQ Final after finishing in third-place in the regular season before dispatching the Concordia Stingers in two-straight games by a combined 11-5 score. Against Montreal, they lost both games by 3-2 scores, so it seems the Martlets are peaking at the right time when it comes to scoring goals and, to a degree, preventing goals. Can they find enough scoring against the rest of the country's best? The Martlets will rely upon goaltender Tricia Deguire who has suited up for Team Canada on occasion. Her 1.46 GAA and .949 save percentage belie her 13-6-0 record, so McGill needs to find scoring. They'll look to leading scorer Jade Downie-Landry with 23 points and leading goal-scorer Kellyane Lecours who notched 10 goals in just 15 games, but they had just three other players who scored six-or-more goals this season. McGill will need to use solid defence and timely scoring to try and win their fifth National Championship. GAMETIME: Friday, March 15 versus St. Thomas at 7pm AT/3pm PT.

National Ranking: 6 Team Offence: 2.79 gpg (7th) Team Defence: 1.49 gapg (7th) The Manitoba Bisons come into the National Championship as the defending champions, but having lost the Canada West Final to the Alberta Pandas. With those two losses, Manitoba is 10-6-0 on the road this season, so there's hope they can find the same magic they produced in London, Ontario last year. There are eight graduating players on this squad, so the chance for them to go out on top is literally staring them in the faces. The "Special K" line of Lauryn Keen, Karissa Kirkup, and Natasha Kostenko has been doing the heavy lifting for this team since mid-January as Keen leads the team in goals (13), assists (13), and points (26). The second line of Alanna Sharman, Jody Zacharias, and Sheridan Oswald seems a little snake-bitten as they're generating chances, but can't find the back of the net. Manitoba's strength was their depth scoring last year, and they need more from their bottom two lines. Defence has been a strength for the team as they've generated a lot of offence from the blue line, but they need to help Lauren Taraschuk in the net as often as they jump into the rush. If they can get their defensive mojo going after dropping two rather ugly games to Alberta, the Bisons might be the darkhorse selection in this tournament after winning it all one year ago. GAMETIME: Thursday, March 14 versus Guelph at 3pm AT/11am PT.

National Ranking: 7 Team Offence: 1.96 gpg (22nd) Team Defence: 1.84 gapg (14th) The UPEI Panthers somehow were ranked as the seventh seed in the tournament despite being the worst team statistically and the only team of the remaining eight eliminated in quarterfinal round of their conference's playoffs. Where they lack in experience and veteran talent, they make up for it with youthful exuberance as they skated 14 first- and second-year players this season. After being ousted by the UNB Reds in the first-round of the playoffs, the UPEI Panthers have had a lot of time to work on systems and get themselves ready for the biggest tournament of this season. The hosts were led by Rachel Colle in goals (10), assists (10), and points (20) while Jolena Gillard was the only other player to manage at least eight goals this season. You wonder if Camille Scherger may have been tired in the AUS playoffs after playing all 28 games for the Panthers this season, posting a 1.84 GAA and a .932 save percentage while going 14-14-0 for the Panthers. I don't believe anyone expects the Panthers to compete with the other seven teams, and that lack of pressure on the hosts may allow them to throw caution to the wind and play like they have nothing to lose. Can they harness the belief in themselves and push them past a few teams? GAMETIME: Thursday, March 14 versus Montreal at 7pm AT/3pm PT.

National Ranking: 8 Team Offence: 2.71 gpg (8th) Team Defence: 1.90 gapg (16th) The Toronto Varsity Blues upset the Western Mustangs to advance to the McCaw Cup Final only to lose to Guelph in the single-game final which still makes no sense to me after they played best-of-three series all the way through the playoffs. Regardless, the Blues come in as the worst defensive team in the tournament, so they'll need to find some improvement there or they'll have to up that goal-per-game total if they want to play for the National Championship banner. The Varsity Blues haven't been to a U SPORTS National Championship since 2001, so liek UPEI they can play without pressure as many wouldn't have thought they'd be in PEI at the end of the season. That being said, Lauren Straatman led the team in assists (15) and points (23) while Kassie Roache lit the lamp 14 times. Christine Chao provides a ton of offence from the back end with her 17 points, but those three also accounted for 45% of the 65 goals Toronto scored this season. They may have a secret weapon in head coach Vicky Sunohara as the long-time Canadian Olympian likely has a few tricks up her sleeves we haven't seen yet, but she's going to have to push her squad to its limits if they hope to compete for a national title on Sunday. GAMETIME: Friday, March 15 versus Alberta at 3pm AT/11am PT.

The brackets have been set for the tournament, and the eight teams begin play on Thursday at Bell Aliant Arena in Charlottetown. Game times are listed above, so please make note of your time zone with respect to the posted times.

The Last Word

If you want to catch the action from Charlottetown, you're going to have to subscribe through the U SPORTS webcast. From the reviews the U SPORTS broadcasts had last year, I'm not certain I'd recommend doing that since they were pretty terrible. That being said, it may be the only way to see your favorite team play, so spend the money if you want to see the games. You may just want to mute the sound if the broadcast team is as bad as it was last year in London. What should make you a little happier is that UMFM has agreed to let Jason Pchajek and myself go out to Charlottetown for the live broadcasts of all the games involving the Manitoba Bisons, so you'll get to hear how the Bisons are doing every time they take to the ice. If you want to listen in for free, you're welcome to do so on the UMFM website or via the UMFM Second Stream. Feedback and comments can be sent to me at any time during, before, or after broadcasts via Twitter at TeebzHBIC. I'll keep an eye on the ol' social media platform while the Bisons play, and we'll do some updates via Twitter as the games are played! Everything starts Wednesday night with the U SPORTS Awards Gala, and I'm sure Jason and I will discuss that on both the hockey broadcast the next day and on The Hockey Show which will be live during the Montreal-UPEI game! It should be a big week of hockey for the Bisons and UMFM, so please join us all week long as we dive deep into the U SPORTS National Women's Hockey Championship! Until next time, keep your sticks on the ice! from Sports News http://hockey-blog-in-canada.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-rundown-eight-remain.html

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