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1958 Chevrolet Corvette
This 1958 Chevrolet Corvette underwent a pro-street-style metamorphosis between 2008 and 2011. It is endowed with a 383 cubic inch stroker V8 engine, harmonized with a TH350 three-speed automatic transmission, and a narrowed rear axle featuring a limited-slip differential. The rear suspension has been upgraded with a ladder-bar configuration, adjustable coilovers, and the addition of a lift-off hood. The body, painted a striking red with white coves, comes with a detachable hardtop. Inside, a roll cage has been installed along with a B&M Pro Stick shifter, a shift light, aftermarket gauges, and black Procar bucket seats. The enhancements also include dual Edelbrock carburetors, Hooker headers, side-exit exhaust pipes, 15” alloy wheels, and front disc brakes. Acquired by the current dealer in February 2024, this modified C1 Corvette is now part of the Coffee Walk Corvette Collection in Wylie, Texas, and is offered without reserve, complete with build records and a clean Pennsylvania title.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
The fiberglass exterior is adorned in red with white coves and includes a removable hardtop and a lift-off hood with an integrated air scoop. A Stewart-Warner fuel-pressure gauge is mounted on the cowl, and the right-rear corner features a battery cutoff switch and external terminals. The gallery reveals cracks in the weatherstripping, pitted chrome, and paint imperfections.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
Polished 15” alloy wheels are shod with 25.0×5.0” front and 29.5×11.5” rear Hoosier drag tires, installed in April 2024. A crossmember supports the rear suspension, which has been modified with ladder bars, a diagonal link, and adjustable coilovers. The braking system includes front disc brakes and rear drums.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
The interior is equipped with a roll cage and Procar high-back bucket seats in black. Enhancements include a B&M Pro Stick shifter, an MSD shift light, rocker-switch controls, and fabricated metal door panels. The gallery displays flaking paint and wear on interior surfaces.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
The three-spoke steering wheel is positioned in front of a 160-mph speedometer and auxiliary gauges. An AutoMeter pedestal tachometer is mounted atop the non-functional factory tachometer. Additional gauges for coolant temperature and oil pressure are located in the center console. The mechanical odometer is inoperative, and the total mileage remains unknown.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
A Harwood plastic fuel cell is mounted in the trunk, which has been tubbed with fabricated aluminum panels to accommodate the rear wheels.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
The 350ci V8 engine block, bored and stroked to 383ci, features four-bolt main bearings. The build includes forged pistons, ARP fasteners, a polished Edelbrock intake manifold, dual Edelbrock carburetors, an MSD ignition module, and Hooker long-tube headers that flow into side-exit exhaust pipes.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
Power is transmitted to the rear wheels through a TH350 three-speed automatic transmission and a narrowed Dana 60 rear axle with a limited-slip differential.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette
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Return to the Pitch Day 6
The Final Sequence

Time: 05:55 Status: Fully Calibrated Objective: Role Finalization. Set Piece Execution. Formation Lock-In.
Six days ago, 055 had entered the training grounds still haunted by the echo of Christian—the wingback who once sought fame more than formation. Now, he stood motionless at the mouth of the golden tunnel, clad head-to-toe in a skin-tight black and gold rubber soccer uniform that shimmered beneath the floodlights. His visor rested low, reflecting only focus. Fingers flexed with perfect tension at his sides. Below, state-of-the-art cleats—precision-engineered for grip, balance, and obedience—gripped the turf like anchors. He wasn’t waiting. He was ready.
The last test wasn’t about drills or simulations.
It was about confirmation.
07:00 — Set Piece Mastery: Discipline at a Standstill

Free kicks. Corners. Restarts. Every detail mattered.
Not just the kick, but the run. Not just the cross, but the cover. Not just the play, but the fallback.
055 stood outside the box while Trey set up a free kick. He didn’t watch the wall. He scanned the space behind it. He anticipated Herc’s diagonal run before Herc even took the first step.
When the ball whipped into the air, 055 surged forward—not to score, but to draw the center-back off position, clearing the lane for Herc to nod it in clean.
The same happened on corners. His deliveries weren’t flashy. They were precise. Arcs calculated. Speed modulated. Wind-resistance corrected in real time.
Later, Brody called out from behind the wall:
“055, how’d you know I’d be open?”
055 responded flatly:
“Because you needed to be.”
SET PIECE SUCCESS RATE: 96% FORMATION ADHERENCE: PERFECT DRONE POSITIONING SIGNAL: STABLE
11:00 — Formation Lock: Tactical Induction

The core unit met on the edge of the pitch. Brody. Herc. Franco. Isaac. Trey. The other drones: 001, 151, 063. And 055.
They reviewed footage. Diagrams flickered on tablets. Brody tapped his screen, sending the final tactical overlay into each visor.
“This is our shape. This is our plan. This is our unity.”
055 didn’t ask for his role. He didn’t need confirmation. He already knew:
Wingback Primary Function: Delivery. Support. Pressure Override. Secondary Function: Seamless recovery. Link node. Tactical flow adjustor.
Mission Parameters: FINALIZED.
15:00 — Closed-Door Scrimmage: Final Harmony

One last test match. No audience. No noise simulation. Just the team. Just silence. Just pure execution.
055 glided through the game without question. Overlaps. Recovery runs. Crosses played blind—yet perfect. At one moment, he intercepted a long ball, not because he read it, but because he was already where it would go.
A late corner came in.
Franco leapt for it—and 055 was already tracking the rebound. He caught it mid-air, reset it to midfield, and recycled the play into another chance.
Nils muttered from the bench:
“He’s not playing. He’s flowing.”
19:00 — Final Spiral Ceremony: The Voice Within

That night, 055 entered the spiral room one last time.
But there was no voice. No command. No flickering gold.
Only a single statement:
“You are ready.”
He reached out, placed a gloved hand into the spiral, and whispered:
“For the Team.”
The spiral dimmed. The chamber lights lowered. The protocol was complete.
End of Day 6 Log
Set pieces completed: 124
Role confirmation: FINAL
Formation integration: LOCKED
Disruption reflex: NULL
Pride, fear, hesitation: ERASED
Identity: 055
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Ride the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo – Features & Top Speed
For riders who crave agility, attitude, and unfiltered performance, the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo stands out as a raw, exhilarating machine that combines Ducati’s racing pedigree with supermoto flair. This bike captures the essence of urban hooliganism while still being capable of thrilling canyon runs and track sessions. Let's dive into what makes the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo such a standout performer on two wheels.

The Heart of the Beast: Engine & Performance
At the core of the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo lies a powerful, air-cooled 1078cc Desmodromic L-twin engine. Known for its punchy torque and linear power delivery, this motor delivers a visceral riding experience unmatched in its class. It produces 95 horsepower at 7500 rpm and 103 Nm of torque at 5750 rpm, which is more than enough to loft the front wheel with a flick of the wrist.
This version of the engine is 7 kg lighter than the previous Hypermotard 1100 model, thanks to a redesigned crankcase using Vacural® technology. The weight savings contribute significantly to the overall agility and handling of the bike.
Lightweight and Razor-Sharp Handling
The Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo weighs just 172 kg dry, which is impressive for a liter-class bike. With its slim profile, wide handlebars, and high seat height (845 mm), it invites riders to adopt an aggressive, attack-ready riding posture.
The bike uses a trellis frame made of tubular steel, which contributes to its precise handling. Combine this with fully adjustable Marzocchi front forks and a Sachs rear shock, and the suspension setup makes the Hypermotard 1100 Evo as comfortable on tight twisties as it is slicing through city traffic.
Braking Confidence
Braking is handled by high-spec Brembo components. Up front, the bike features twin 305 mm discs with radial-mount calipers, offering phenomenal stopping power with excellent feel and modulation. The rear brake is a 245 mm disc with a two-piston caliper, giving adequate support for rear-wheel steering or emergency stops.
Though the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo doesn’t include ABS by default in the earlier models, the immense grip and quality of the braking system instill confidence even in high-pressure braking situations.
Striking Supermoto Styling
Stylistically, the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo is a true head-turner. Its minimalist bodywork, motocross-style handguards, and high front fender hint at its supermoto roots. The twin under-seat exhausts give the rear a clean and aggressive look, while the minimalist headlamp adds to the lean, mean aesthetic.
The ergonomics are designed to encourage movement – whether you're hanging off in a corner or standing up during aggressive braking. The wide, flat seat and footpeg positioning offer great control and freedom of movement, key for riders looking to exploit the bike’s potential.
Electronics and Simplicity
Unlike many modern motorcycles that come packed with electronics, the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo embraces simplicity. It forgoes ride modes, traction control, and ABS in favor of raw mechanical connection. While this may deter some, purists and experienced riders will appreciate the purity of the experience it delivers.
There is a digital instrument cluster that gives essential readouts like speed, rpm, trip meters, and fuel warning, but that’s about it. This is a bike that wants you to focus on the ride, not flicking through menus.
Top Speed and Real-World Performance
The Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo has an estimated top speed of 125 mph (201 km/h), which may not sound staggering compared to modern sportbikes. But the appeal of this motorcycle lies in its explosive low-to-midrange torque and nimble handling rather than high-speed cruising.
Most of its power is delivered low in the rev range, making it perfect for city riding, wheelies, and tight corner carving. The gearing is short and aggressive, which means acceleration is brisk and satisfying.
Everyday Usability
While the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo is tuned for performance, it's surprisingly usable as a daily rider. The upright position and wide bars provide great visibility and leverage in traffic. However, its tall seat height and stiffer suspension may challenge shorter riders or those looking for comfort over long touring distances.
Fuel economy sits around 35-40 mpg (roughly 6.5–7.0 liters/100 km), which is decent considering its performance. Maintenance intervals are every 12,000 km for valve checks, which is reasonable by Ducati standards, though owning a Ducati still requires a bit more commitment than a Japanese bike.
Ownership Experience and Character
Owning the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo is about more than just transportation – it’s about connection. The air-cooled engine has a unique pulse, a mechanical charisma that’s missing in many modern bikes. Riders who own this model often speak of the emotional connection they have with it.
The sound from the L-twin motor – especially with an aftermarket exhaust – is intoxicating. It growls and bellows with a tone that’s unmistakably Ducati.
Key Features at a Glance
1078cc air-cooled L-twin engine with Desmodromic valve actuation
95 hp and 103 Nm of torque
6-speed transmission with dry clutch (in some models)
Marzocchi 50 mm USD forks (fully adjustable)
Sachs monoshock rear suspension (fully adjustable)
Twin Brembo radial-mounted front brakes
17-inch lightweight wheels with Pirelli Diablo Rosso tires
Minimalist digital dash
Unique supermoto-inspired styling
Who Is the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo For?
The Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo is ideal for riders who:
Prefer raw, mechanical motorcycles with minimal electronic aids
Love aggressive street riding or canyon carving
Want a lightweight, torquey bike with character
Are experienced enough to handle a performance-oriented machine
It’s not the best choice for long-distance touring or two-up comfort, but for the solo thrill-seeker who values a visceral connection to their machine, it’s hard to beat.
Conclusion
The Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo isn’t about lap times or top-end horsepower. It’s about fun, control, and a raw, untamed experience that’s becoming increasingly rare in today’s tech-heavy motorcycle landscape. With its aggressive design, punchy L-twin engine, and stripped-down electronics, it offers a riding experience that’s as thrilling as it is authentic.
Whether you're darting through city streets, carving up mountain passes, or just enjoying a blast on your favorite backroad, the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo delivers an unforgettable ride. For those seeking a motorcycle with soul, performance, and attitude, the Ducati Hypermotard 1100 Evo is a machine worth considering—again and again.
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Leading Manufacturer of Pharmaceutical Machinery in China: Comprehensive Solutions for Vial and Ampoules Packaging Line
As a trusted manufacturer of pharmaceutical machinery and equipment, we specialize in delivering complete solutions designed for the production of tablets, liquids, capsules, powders, granules, and especially Vial and Ampoules Packaging Line. Our robust manufacturing capabilities, advanced R&D, and unwavering commitment to quality position us at the forefront of the pharmaceutical equipment industry in China and globally.
Why Choose Our Pharmaceutical Machinery Solutions
Unmatched Expertise in Pharmaceutical Engineering
We bring decades of experience in pharmaceutical engineering, offering high-precision machinery tailored for all production stages. Our pharmaceutical equipment is designed to comply with international standards such as GMP, CE, and ISO, ensuring safe, efficient, and compliant pharmaceutical production.
End-to-End Production Capabilities
From tablet compression machines to granule processing units, our product lineup covers every essential stage of pharmaceutical manufacturing:
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Our integrated solutions streamline production processes, reduce downtime, and increase yield, which directly translates into higher profitability for pharmaceutical manufacturers.
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Fully-Automated Packaging Line for Sterile Injectables
Our Vial and Ampoules Packaging Line offers high-speed, fully automated systems suitable for sterile environments. These lines are designed to handle delicate ampoules and glass vials with pinpoint precision, ensuring integrity, sterility, and consistent quality across batches.
Key features of our vial and ampoule packaging lines include:
Washing, Sterilizing & Drying Units
Liquid Filling Systems (Peristaltic or Piston Pump Based)
Rubber Stoppering and Capping Machines
Ampoule Sealing & Vial Crimping
Visual Inspection Systems
Labeling & Serialization Modules
Integrated PLC and SCADA Control Systems
Each component is designed to maintain aseptic conditions, protect product integrity, and deliver consistent performance.
Core Components of Vial and Ampoules Packaging Line
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These machines are engineered to remove particulates and contaminants from containers using multi-stage ultrasonic and pressure-based washing with WFI (Water for Injection) and clean compressed air. Features include:
In-feed and out-feed automation
Multiple needle spray systems
Customizable formats for different vial sizes
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Utilizing dry heat sterilization, our tunnels eliminate microbial contamination and maintain the sterility of containers post-wash. They feature:
HEPA filtration
Conveyor system with variable speed
Temperature monitoring and validation systems
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These are precision filling machines with servo-driven pistons or peristaltic pumps, ensuring accurate filling volumes for even the smallest doses.
Filling range flexibility (0.1 ml to 100 ml)
In-line or rotary stoppering mechanisms
Laminar airflow units integrated for Class 100 environments
4. Sealing and Capping Units
For ampoules, flame-sealing systems provide hermetic closures, while for vials, aluminum caps are crimped tightly for maximum security.
Flame annealing systems for ampoules
Rotary or linear vial crimping systems
Cap feeding and sorting automation
5. Visual Inspection Systems
High-speed cameras and AI-powered software ensure every ampoule or vial is visually inspected for foreign particles, fill volume, seal integrity, and cosmetic defects.
360-degree inspection
Rejection systems for non-conforming units
Batch reporting and traceability
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Incorporating advanced serialization technology, our labeling systems help comply with global traceability regulations including 21 CFR Part 11, EU FMD, and DSCSA.
Inkjet and thermal transfer printing
Tamper-evident labels
QR code and barcode support
Made in China, Trusted Worldwide
Our pharmaceutical machinery, proudly made in China, is exported to over 70 countries, including markets in Europe, the Americas, Middle East, Southeast Asia, and Africa. We offer turnkey projects and full support, from design consultation to post-installation training and after-sales service.
Custom-engineered solutions are our specialty. Whether you need a small-scale line for clinical trials or a full commercial production system, we provide flexible configurations tailored to your needs.
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Research-Driven Development
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In the hot summer, how can the transparent screen dissipate heat and "calm"?
In midsummer, the sun is scorching. For LED transparent displays that rely on electronic components to work, high temperatures are undoubtedly a big "baking" test. Imagine a transparent screen that is expensive and carries wonderful pictures. If it goes on strike due to poor heat dissipation, it will be a headache. So, in the hot summer, how should we protect these "glass window-like display tools, keep them "calm" and run stably? Don’t worry, today I will give you some practical cooling tricks.
First of all, we need to understand where "hot" comes from.
When the LED transparent display is working, the LED lamp beads, driver ICs and other electronic components inside it will generate heat. Especially in the high brightness display state, the heat generation is more significant. At the same time, the outdoor ambient temperature in summer is very high, and direct sunlight will aggravate the temperature rise on the screen surface. In the face of internal and external difficulties, the issue of heat dissipation is particularly important. We will introduce you to 3 LED light bead specifications.
So, how can we effectively cool down the LED transparent display? We can start from the following aspects:
"Born a good foundation": Optimizing product design is the key
Excellent heat dissipation performance is not achieved overnight, but should be considered from the beginning of product design.
Choose high-quality, low-power LED lamp beads and driver ICs: This is an effective way to reduce heat generation from the source. Low-power components generate less heat at the same brightness and naturally put less pressure on the heat dissipation system. Let you know the price of LED transparent screens.
Reasonable circuit design: Optimize the circuit layout, reduce the loss of current during transmission, and indirectly reduce the heat generation.
Ventilation and heat dissipation structure design: This is a crucial part. Designers need to skillfully utilize the principle of air convection to reserve enough ventilation channels in the structure of the transparent screen. For example, reasonable gaps can be set between modules and inside the box to allow air to flow naturally and take away heat. Some high-end products even adopt hollow designs to further improve heat dissipation efficiency. Let you learn about the LED display soft module in 5 minutes.
Application of high-thermal conductivity materials: Between key heating elements and heat dissipation structures, high-thermal conductivity materials such as thermally conductive silicone and thermal gaskets can be used to transfer heat more quickly and improve heat dissipation efficiency.

"Enterprise and external": External cooling measures must keep up
In addition to the product's own optimized design, external heat dissipation measures cannot be ignored.
Avoid direct sunlight: This is the easiest and most effective way to cool down. When installing a transparent screen, try to choose a position that can avoid direct sunlight for a long time. If it is unavoidable, consider installing external covers such as sun blinds and blinds to reduce direct sunlight on the screen surface.
Maintain a good ventilation environment: Ensure smooth air circulation around the transparent screen. Avoid stacking of debris around the screen, hindering the flow of air. If the installation environment is relatively closed, you can consider installing auxiliary cooling equipment such as fans or air conditioners to force air circulation.
Regular cleaning and maintenance: Dust gathered on the surface of the transparent screen will hinder the heat dissipation. Therefore, regularly cleaning the screen surface to keep it clean and tidy helps improve heat dissipation efficiency. Pay attention to using soft fabrics when cleaning to avoid scratching the screen.

"Intelligent regulation": software optimization cannot be ignored
In addition to hardware efforts, software-level optimization can also help heat dissipate.
Intelligent brightness adjustment: Most LED transparent screens have brightness adjustment function. During the high temperatures in summer, the screen brightness can be appropriately reduced, and the power consumption and heat generation of LED lamp beads can be reduced. Some intelligent control systems can automatically adjust the screen brightness according to the ambient temperature to achieve the dual effects of energy saving and heat dissipation. Here is a knowledge about nit brightness.
Reasonable content playback strategy: Playing high-bright dynamic video content will generate more heat. During high temperature periods, the playback time or frequency of such content can be appropriately reduced and the load on the screen can be reduced.
To sum up, the heat dissipation of LED transparent displays in summer is a systematic project, which requires comprehensive consideration from multiple aspects such as product design, external environment and software optimization. Only by achieving a "naturally good foundation" and supplemented by reasonable external cooling measures and intelligent software regulation can we ensure that the LED transparent display can remain "calm" in the hot summer and run steadily and reliably, presenting us with a wonderful visual feast.
I hope these suggestions can help you better understand the cooling problems of transparent LED displays in summer and take effective measures to protect your device. Remember to prevent problems before they happen and let your transparent screen "cool all summer"!
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Top 5 Solar Companies in Sydney
Solar systems convert sunlight into electricity, a clean and renewable energy source for your home. They can save you thousands of dollars over time in energy bills and feed-in tariff payments.
The best solar companies Sydney are dedicated to ensuring their customers’ satisfaction. This includes a no-pressure sales approach, priority on high-quality products and impeccable installation standards.
Solaray Energy
Solaray Energy provides smart solar power and home energy management solutions. The company offers microinverter systems, solar system monitoring, battery storage and remote technical support services. Solaray Energy was founded in 2008 and is based in Glendenning, Australia.
Williams told pv magazine that the startup will also look to build deep relationships with manufacturers, as "product agnosticism" is key to the effectiveness of 1Komma5deg's Heartbeat smart energy management device, which can control devices like air conditioning, heat pumps and EV chargers.
Solar Vertex
One of the leading solar panel manufacturers in the world, Trina offers a range of affordable and reliable panels. Their new Vertex series of panels is packed with the latest technology and is backed by an impressive 25-year product warranty. They also offer a 30-year performance warranty guaranteeing at least 84% power output after 30 years of use.
Using a mix of the latest technologies, including multi-busbar PERC cells and big 210mm third-cut cells, their new Vertex S modules achieve respectable power density. The modules are designed to balance performance, durability and visual appearance.
SolarPath
Many pathways are located in natural environments where grid power hasn’t been introduced or would be expensive to bring in. This is where solar pathway lights can be a great choice. These lights produce their own energy from the sun, store it in batteries and then use it to illuminate the space during the night. They operate at a fixed output all night and can be controlled by motion sensors or manually.
Empire Solar Systems
Empire solar Sydney Systems is a solar company that offers a wide range of services, including solar panel installation and battery storage. Their team of experts is dedicated to providing top-quality products and customer service. They also offer government rebates and a $0 down solar program.
Founded on the principle of delivering an unparalleled experience, Space Solar has built its reputation as a reputable Australian solar power company. Their clientele lauds them for their impeccable design services and responsive problem resolution.
Sun Max Solar
Ozeal Solar has received many positive reviews from customers who were pleased with the company’s overall professionalism and prompt communication. They praised the team for providing them with competitive quotes and integrating the panels into homes to create a cohesive aesthetic.
Customers should understand their energy usage and what their goals are before choosing a solar installer. They should also look for an accredited installer who can provide a clear process and post-installation support.
LONGi
Longi Solar provides high-quality solar panels that are durable and able to withstand Australia’s harsh weather conditions. Their cutting-edge technology ensures Australian customers get the most power output from their solar systems.
Longi is a leading manufacturer of monocrystalline PERC solar cells and was responsible for driving the industry back to mono-Si technology after poly-Si had dominated the market since 2012. Its vertically integrated business model ensures it controls all steps in the production process.
Ozeal Energy
Ozeal Energy provides solar power systems and other renewable energy solutions.
The company was founded in 2015 and is headquartered in Seven Hills, New South Wales. It serves customers aiming to reduce their energy costs and promote sustainability through renewable energy.
Beyond Solar designs solar system packages based on each client’s individual energy use. It also offers a range of battery storage and EV charging options. Its bespoke packages include monitoring and maintenance.
Space Solar
Space Solar has received positive feedback from customers for its competitive pricing and high-quality products. The company also provides excellent after-sales support. Some customers note that their technicians were very helpful and willing to answer any questions.
Space solar advocates dream of beaming limitless clean energy from satellites in orbit, where sunlight is available constantly and unaffected by bad weather or nighttime. They say the technology could eventually replace terrestrial renewables as "baseload" power.
Solaray Solar
Solaray Energy installs rooftop solar systems and smart home battery systems. Its services include remote technical support and system monitoring. Its team is comprised of certified installers and experienced technicians. Its products include Enphase microinverters and the Tesla Powerwall.
After a slow start, inquiries have rebounded following the election and surging energy prices. Almost one in two new orders now have batteries added.
The company is also preparing to launch in Australia its Heartbeat smart energy management platform, which has already saved customers in Europe up to 100% on their electricity costs.
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Epoxy Self-Leveling is Ideal for Commercial & Industrial Flooring
Epoxy self-leveling, also known as epoxy self-flowing floor and epoxy ground, is made of epoxy resin as the main material, curing agent, diluents, solvents, dispersants, defoamers and some fillers and other mixed processing of epoxy floor coating, combined with a specific floor construction process, on-site ground decorative construction of a class of flooring. This process can be based on the unevenness of the ground downstream flow, the ground for automatic leveling, and rapid drying, after curing the ground will form a smooth, flat, seamless mirror effect surface layer. In addition, self-leveling also has moisture-proof, antibacterial, anti-corrosion and other characteristics.

Main characteristics of epoxy self-leveling
Epoxy self-leveling has chemical properties such as water resistance, oil resistance, acid and alkali resistance, salt spray corrosion resistance, and physical properties such as abrasion resistance, stamping resistance and scrub resistance. And the surface is bright, flat, beautiful, no joints, easy to clean, easy maintenance, durable, can meet the needs of modern industry on the floor, in the flooring materials occupy an important position, is the ideal long-lasting flooring materials for modern industry, and has been widely used in medicine, automobile, electronics, food, electricity, chemical industry and other industrial floor decoration.
Epoxy self-leveling composition
Epoxy self-leveling includes two parts: concrete base and epoxy self-leveling floor coating.
Concrete grass-roots level: The concrete with strength level not less than C25 is poured and moulded at one time, when the floor has the requirement of pressure resistance and impact resistance, the concrete grass-roots level can be processed by two-way reinforcing steel mesh.
Epoxy self-leveling floor coating: bottom coating, middle coating, putty layer, top coating.
The bottom coating is epoxy primer, using penetration and adhesion of epoxy primer, continuous and uniform coating film, no leakage, to enhance the adhesion of the grass-roots surface.
The middle coating is epoxy mortar layer, epoxy two-component add appropriate amount of 100 mesh quartz sand, enhance the smoothness of the coating surface and the strength of the coating.
Putty layer for epoxy putty layer, epoxy two-component add appropriate amount of putty powder, further leveling of the coating surface, to achieve a flat surface, smooth.
The top coating is coated with colour paint, and the self-leveling epoxy top coating is evenly troweled.
Epoxy self-leveling construction precautions
Epoxy self-leveling floor coating is a kind of epoxy resin, it is widely used in building construction, is a kind of environmentally friendly and harmless paint. It can ensure that the ground after the construction of non-skinning, as well as the flatness of the grass-roots level and surface strength, but also to fill the ground base of the original cuts or cracks, to ensure that the surface effect of self-leveling and anti-cracking. At the same time, the product can also be high-pressure washing of the grass-roots level to ensure that the ground clean.
However, epoxy self-leveling floor coating in the use of the process there are some precautions that must be observed, otherwise it will cause some irreparable damage to the building construction.

Construction temperature needs to be ≥5℃, if you want to construct in <5℃ need to choose special formula. Humidity is recommended for construction below 75%.
Construction to ensure air circulation, modulation of the amount of use, not more than 30 minutes.
Construction process to do a good job of maintenance, to avoid the intrusion of dust and debris, affecting the effect of paint.
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Installation content of air cooling modular cooling and hot water unit
The installation contents of air cooling modular cooling and hot water unit are divided into: host installation, fan coil installation, air duct installation, auxiliary equipment installation, water pipe construction, power distribution and communication, etc.

Host installation
Host installation location
The main engine is fixed with bolts, and there are shock cushion, cement pier, and drainage ditch below the unit. To sum up, the installation position of the host has the following requirements: installation foundation, fixed with bolts, shock absorption measures, and drainage channel. The host installation also considers the distance from the surrounding objects, and the distance is too close will affect the heat exchange. The general requirement is good ventilation and adequate maintenance space. The specification requires that the distance is not less than 3 meters from the roof, not less than 2 meters from the objects before and after, and not less than 1 meter between the units.
Host leak check
The equilibrium pressure of the system is generally close to the corresponding saturation pressure at the ambient temperature. After the unit is in place, the leakage inspection should be conducted step by step. The method is to observe the pressure gauge on the unit or measure the balance pressure of the system with the composite pressure gauge, which is required to be close to the corresponding saturation pressure at the ambient temperature.
Installation of fan coil
Installation mode of fan coil unit:
Air duct and room air outlet should be added soft connection, both vibration reduction and easy to install. Add 50~200mm soft connection between the air outlet and the air duct and heat preservation. Air duct shall be installed horizontally with diameter or long side size less than or equal to 400mm, spacing shall not be more than 4m; greater than 400mm, not more than 3m. The air duct shall be installed vertically, and the spacing shall not be greater than 4m, and a single straight pipe shall have at least two fixed points.

Auxiliary equipment installation
Main engine water inlet and water outlet:
Install soft connection, pressure gauge, thermometer and butterfly valve at the inlet and outlet of the main engine.
water pump:
The installation of the pump is relatively complex, the main purpose is to ensure the normal operation of the pump and facilitate maintenance. Many parts are installed in front and back, forming standard components, including manual stop valve, Y type filter, soft joint, pressure gauge, check valve, etc.
expansion cistern:
Expansion water tank is an important device to make the water system able to adapt to the volume expansion caused by the change of water temperature, stabilize the water pressure, and make the water system work stably. It is composed of water supply pipe, expansion pipe, overflow pipe, sewage pipe, and anti-freezing circulation pipe. The micro-pressure difference between the expansion tube and the circulation tube is used to form the water microcirculation to achieve the purpose of antifreezing.
Water pipe construction
In order to connect the main engine, the fan coil pipe and the auxiliary equipment, the water pipe construction should be carried out. This work mainly includes: lifting, bracket installation, pipe connection, pipe pressure test, pipe cleaning, drainage pipe installation and water testing, pipe insulation and protection.
distribution and communication
The power line specifications of air cooling module cooling and hot water unit are selected according to the requirements of the manual, and an electrical box needs to be specially made to install the AC contactor for auxiliary electric heating and water pump. The power supply of each module is independently controlled to facilitate unit management and maintenance.
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How Can I Troubleshoot Common Gas Stove Issues?
If you're a keen cook or just enjoy the convenience of a gas stove, you know how frustrating it can be when it doesn't work as expected. Gas stoves are generally reliable, but like any appliance, they can experience issues from time to time. Before calling in a professional, here are some common gas stove problems and troubleshooting steps to help you get your stove back in working order.
1. Ignition Problems:
Issue: The stove burners won't ignite when you turn the knob.
Troubleshooting Steps:
Check the gas supply to ensure it's turned on.
Ensure there's no obstruction in the gas line.
Clean the burner ports from any debris or food residue.
If you have an electronic ignition stove, listen for clicking sounds. If absent, the ignition module may need replacing.
If the above steps don’t work don’t hesitate to contact a professional gas stove technician near you.
2. Uneven Flame or Yellow Flame:
Issue: The flames on your burners are uneven or yellow instead of blue.
Troubleshooting Steps:
Clean the burner heads and flame spreaders to remove any built-up grime.
Adjust the air shutter to achieve a blue flame. A yellow flame can indicate incomplete combustion.
If the issue persists, it could be a gas pressure problem, and you may need professional assistance.
3. Gas Smell:
Issue: You smell gas when the stove is off.
Troubleshooting Steps:
Ensure all knobs are in the "off" position.
Check for gas leaks by applying a mixture of soapy water to the gas line connections. Bubbles indicate a leak.
If you suspect a leak, turn off the gas supply immediately and contact a professional.
4. Burner Not Heating Properly:
Issue: Burners take too long to heat up or don't get hot enough.
Troubleshooting Steps:
Clean burner caps, heads, and ports to remove blockages.
Verify that the burner caps are placed correctly.
If one burner is working fine while another isn't, it could be a faulty valve or igniter, which may need replacement.
5. Oven Temperature Inaccuracy:
Issue: Your oven doesn't reach or maintain the desired temperature.
Troubleshooting Steps:
Use an oven thermometer to check the actual temperature inside the oven.
Recalibrate the oven's thermostat if necessary, following the manufacturer's instructions.
If the problem persists, it might be a faulty thermostat or sensor.
Points to Remember
Remember, safety is paramount when troubleshooting gas stoves. If you ever detect a gas leak, immediately shut off the gas supply, ventilate the area, and contact a professional gas stove technician. For more complex issues or if you're unsure about any troubleshooting steps, it's always wise to seek the expertise of a qualified technician to ensure the safety and functionality of your gas stove.
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Return to the Pitch: Polo-Drone-055 Recalibrates

The golden visor of Polo-Drone-055 gleams beneath the sun, scanning the empty soccer field with inhuman precision. The turf is the same. The stadium lights, the chalk lines, even the old, dented goalposts haven’t changed. But everything inside 055 has. There is no more Christian. Not in the way people remember him.
Once, Christian had been the flashiest wingback in the Golden Army F.C.—a name he bellowed after every daring run down the flank, shirt half-untucked, flexing for the crowd with a cocky smirk. His pace was electric, his overlapping drives impossible to ignore, and he relished every moment in the spotlight. But his ego outpaced even his speed. In the championship semifinal, he ignored the simple pass to a teammate in space, cutting inside for a dramatic solo move. He lost the ball. Seconds later, the opposition broke down his unguarded wing. One clinical counterattack, one crushing goal—and the Golden Army’s dreams collapsed in stunned silence.
He vanished after that match. Rumors swirled—burnout, injury, shame. The truth was stranger. Christian had stepped into the backroom of Pulse nightclub one night, with Team Captain Richard, and emerged as something else. Perfected. Assimilated.
Unit Designation: Polo-Drone-055. Purpose: Serve. Function: Assimilate. Discipline: Flawless.
And yet now, months later, he stood on the pitch again, cleats on turf, training uniform sleek and polished. It isn't ego that brings him back. It is duty. The Golden Army is preparing for a new season. Its opening match against the Neon Vortex —an event that will be watched by billions. Not to win, not to boast. But to demonstrate harmony, discipline, precision: the tenets of the Golden Way.
055 initiated his preparation protocol at exactly 05:55 local time.
Day 1 — Calibration
The chrono struck 05:55 and 055 activates movement protocols. He begins with lateral stride sequencing, sprinting from endline to halfline, then reversing. His servos adjust for wind resistance; his footfalls sync with breathless precision—no wasted motion. GPS tracking from Central Command monitors each meter.
By 06:12, he begs Position Anchor Rehearsals.
In a simulation overlay visible only in his HUD, offensive patterns from past Golden Army matches flicker across the pitch—attacks from the opposition, heat maps of pressure zones. He runs defensive coverage drills, moving in perfect arcs, marking ghost players with algorithmic discipline.
Each time he drifts more than 0.7 meters from his ideal zone, a red flash blinks across his visor:
⚠ POSITIONAL DRIFT — CORRECT TO FORM
Christian had once roamed wherever he pleased. 055 does not roam. He covers.
Crossing Module: Activated

A ball launches from the central feed unit. 055 chases it down the line at 91% sprint capacity, receiving it in stride, then launching a driven cross into the box. The delivery curves across the six-yard line at shin-height—deadly, efficient, unfussy.
CROSS TRAJECTORY: OPTIMAL. SPIN RATIO: 92%. TARGET ZONE: VALID.
He repeats the drill twenty-seven times. Each cross is different—angled, low, whipped, delayed—but none are flamboyant. Not once does he glance toward an imaginary crowd or celebrate a perfect ball. The instinct to raise a finger in the air, to wink at invisible fans, flickers only once.
A subroutine tags it:
⚠ EMOTIONAL GHOST: TRACE MEMORY [CHRISTIAN_002] — “SHOW THEM WHO OWNS THE FLANK”
055 pauses. Runs a diagnostic. Executes a memory purge.
Flank ownership no longer matters. Only flank mastery.
Recovery Transition Drill: Initiated
As a wingback, his greatest flaw had been tracking back. Christian would surge forward and stay forward, more interested in goals than defense. Now, 055 executes instantaneous defensive reversals—cross the ball, rotate 180, and sprint full-field to intercept a simulated break.
He times every turn with geometric accuracy. Tackles are clean. No fouls. No theatrics. Just efficiency.
Every time he intercepts, the system chimes:
RECOVERY TIME: EXCELLENT. COVERAGE RANGE: EXPANDED.
But 055 doesn’t smile. Smiles are irrelevant.
By 07:00, 055 has logged:
6.2 kilometers of high-intensity running
39 crosses
18 tackle simulations
0 instances of ego-driven motion

He stands at the same touchline where Christian had once posed for cameras, sweat-drenched and smirking, after another failed gamble masked as genius. Now, Polo-Drone-055 stands upright, golden visor glinting in the sun, body locked in stillness.
He submits his logs to Central. No captions. No boasts.
Just this: “CALIBRATION COMPLETE. FLANK FUNCTIONAL.”
He turns, cleats silent against the turf, and walks toward the tunnel.
“For the Team!”
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Modular Operation Theatre | Modular Operation Theater Manufacturer

What is a Modular Operation Theatre?
A modular operation theatre, also known as a modular operation theatre, is a specialized medical facility designed for surgical procedures. It is constructed using modular ot components that can be assembled, disassembled, and reconfigured according to specific requirements.
The modular design of these operating theatres offers several advantages over traditional fixed operating rooms. Flexibility: Modular operation theatres are designed to be flexible and adaptable. They can be customized and adjusted to accommodate different surgical procedures, equipment, and workflows. The modular components can be rearranged or expanded as needed, allowing for greater versatility in the operating environment.
Quick Installation: Unlike traditional operating rooms that require extensive construction work, modular theatres can be assembled relatively quickly. The prefabricated modules are manufactured off-site and then transported to the desired location for installation. This reduces construction time and minimizes disruptions to the hospital or healthcare facility.
Scalability: Modular operation theatres are scalable, meaning they can be easily expanded or downsized based on changing needs. Additional modules can be added to increase the size of the operating theatre or to accommodate more advanced equipment. This scalability makes them suitable for both small clinics and large hospitals.
Mobility: In certain cases, modular operation theatres can be designed for mobility. These portable units are particularly useful in disaster-stricken areas or remote locations where immediate surgical interventions are required. They can be transported and set up quickly to provide essential surgical services when and where they are needed most.
Enhanced Infection Control: Modular theatres are designed with a focus on infection control and sterility. The modular components are constructed using materials that are easy to clean and disinfect. Additionally, advanced air filtration systems and positive pressure environments can be incorporated to minimize the risk of airborne contamination.
Cost-Effectiveness: While the initial investment in a modular operation theatre may be higher than a traditional operating room, the long-term cost benefits can be significant. The flexibility, scalability, and reduced construction time can lead to overall cost savings, especially when considering future expansions or reconfigurations.
Modular operation theatres have gained popularity in recent years due to their versatility, efficiency, and adaptability. They offer healthcare facilities the ability to optimize their surgical environments based on specific needs and changing circumstances.
Why do we need Modular OT?
Modular operating theatres are increasingly being recognized as valuable assets in the healthcare industry for several reasons:
Flexibility and Adaptability: The modular design allows for easy customization and reconfiguration of the operating theatre layout. This flexibility is essential to accommodate different surgical specialties, equipment requirements, and workflows. Modular OTs can be easily adjusted to meet the specific needs of various procedures, enhancing efficiency and patient care.
Time and Cost Efficiency: Traditional construction of an operating room can be time-consuming and costly. In contrast, modular OTs are prefabricated off-site, minimizing construction time and reducing disruptions to the hospital or healthcare facility. The modular components can be quickly assembled and integrated, leading to faster installation and commissioning. This time and cost efficiency is particularly beneficial when there is a need for urgent expansion or renovation of existing facilities.
Scalability and Future-proofing: Healthcare facilities often need to adapt to evolving medical technologies, surgical techniques, and patient volumes. Modular OTs offer scalability, allowing for easy expansion or downsizing as per the changing needs of the facility. This ensures that the infrastructure can keep up with advancements in healthcare and accommodate increased surgical demand without requiring extensive renovations or construction work.
Infection Control and Sterility: Maintaining a sterile and safe environment is critical in an operating theatre. Modular OTs are designed with infection control in mind, incorporating features such as anti-microbial surfaces, advanced air filtration systems, and positive pressure environments. These measures help minimize the risk of contamination and reduce the incidence of surgical site infections.
Mobility and Disaster Response: In certain situations, such as natural disasters or remote areas with limited medical infrastructure, modular OTs can be designed for mobility. These portable units can be rapidly deployed to provide essential surgical services in emergency situations or areas lacking permanent operating facilities. The ability to quickly set up a fully functional operating theatre can save lives and improve healthcare outcomes in critical scenarios.
Research and Training: Modular OTs can also serve as dedicated spaces for medical research, simulation training, and educational purposes. These controlled environments provide a realistic setting for healthcare professionals to practice surgical techniques, conduct studies, and train in a safe and controlled manner.
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“oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!” Can you do this prompt with Din Djarin please?
Din Djarin x GN!Reader (No Y/N)
Rating: this one probably rated T
Warnings: blood and injury
Word count: about 350, its a lil guy
Author’s note: thank you so much for the request!! i really appreciate it! this prompt is great! i hope you like it! sorry in the delay in getting it out! (also i labeled this as a gender neutral leader but din refers to the reader as cyar'ika and from what i know about mandalorian culture, which is not much, this is a gender neutral term of affection, if it is not someone please let me know and i will correct it)
P.S. here’s a link to my masterlist if you want to check it out!
You were on the verge of panic.
You saw blood stark red against the shining silver beskar when Din returned to the razorcrest. But he brushed off your concern and proceeded to the cockpit.
You busied yourself with putting Grogu down for a nap and when you made your way up to the cockpit after he fell asleep and the ship had taken off, you gasped at the sight before you.
Din was bare from the waist up stitching a gash across his side. Blood covered his torso and hands.
“Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” you practically screeched.
The silver helmet turned to look at you, then Din shook his head and went back to his task.
“Because I knew you would react exactly like that,” he muttered.
“For the love of god, you stubborn, ridiculous man. Let me do that,” you said and knelt beside him before batting his hands away.
You carefully, more carefully than he had been with himself, finished the stitches, cleaned the blood from his side and stomach with a washcloth, and then bandaged the wound.
You then took his large capable strong hands in yours and softly wiped the blood from them.
He cleared his throat then offered a soft, “Thank you.”
You grinned at him and stood from your kneeling position.
“I’m just glad you’re okay. Just let me take care of you every once in a while, yeah?”
You heard a modulated chuckle as he nodded.
“I think I can agree to that if you do something for me in return.”
“Oh?” you said with a raised eyebrow and hand on your hip.
He stood to his full height, muscles in his upper body flexing as he did so. He placed a large warm hand on your cheek.
“Let me kiss you, cyar’ika,” he beseeched. You beamed in response and your eyes fluttered closed at the hiss of pressurized air you heard being released as he removed his helmet.
He kissed you, lips warm and sure against yours and your panic subsided knowing the man you care for so deeply was safe from harm.
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worlds collide
A/N: Hi, I’m in my feels tonight so have some angst! (That gif is breaking my fucking heart.)
Pairing: Din Djarin/gn!reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: violence, blood, death
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Din didn’t know how or when it happened. All he knew was that it did happen. He awoke, however long after the initial blast, in a startle, hand shooting to the beskar covering his face as he pushed himself into a sitting position. People were screaming, running erratic paths through the fire and debris. Stomach lodged firmly in his throat, he looks to his side where he expects to find the Child, his child, tucked up safe in the sack he had fashioned from old pieces of scrap material he found on the Crest.
He whips around in alarm when he finds nothing but ruins. Where was the kid? Why wasn’t he here? Dust coats the gloves covering his hands as he pushes through the remnants of fallen buildings around him, showing away piece after piece of rubble, desperation clawing away at his insides as he continuously comes up empty.
Where was the kid? The kid. Where was the kid?
And then a memory hits him.
Your smile. Not the polite half smiles you would offer others, mere strangers passing by on the streets, no. This smile was all his. The smile that he swears brings the stars he travels through to your eyes. The smile that is seared into his mind, that’s painted across his eyelids every time he finds a small amount of time to rest.
You grin up at him and make a sly little comment about his stiff armour digging into the soft sack carrying the sleeping baby, gently lifting it from across his body and hanging it upon your own, hand automatically rubbing soothing circles over the little lump through the coarse material.
“I told you he wouldn’t wake,” you shoot him a smirk, walking further ahead to admire the various materials and trinkets laid across tables throughout the market.
He pauses, coming to a stop between the bustling patrons, taking a moment to watch you. Watch the way you tread between the buyers, the way your hand automatically cradles the sack protectively if someone pushes too close, the way your eyes soak up each new object and entity you encounter with eager, curious eyes.
You notice the absence of his intimidating presence only a few steps ahead and turn to him questioningly. Tilting your head, you smile inquisitively, taking a small moment of your own to admire him and the incredible gleam of his armour against the bright backdrop of colourful banners and busying shoppers.
Peace.
That’s what he had felt in that moment. And though you had never seen him without the heavy helmet covering his face, he knew you saw him. In more than the physical sense. But where did it go wrong? When did the peace meet its end? When did it melt into the overwhelming sense of loss he feels now?
Your eyes flicker to something over his shoulder, brows pinching together. The immediate sense of dread that crashes over him the second your eyes widen in fear has him moving instantly, not caring about what’s there, what you’re seeing – just filled with the drowning need to reach you, to reach the child, to protect.
Had you called for him? In his current state, he doesn’t recall. The explosion had been so loud. He knew he had called for you – your name ripping from his modulator with a blinding urgency that left his throat feeling raw and then… nothing.
Frantic, he continues to push his way around, ignoring the people that pull on his armour-clad arms and beg for his aid. He doesn’t have time. He refuses to help them while you and the Child are missing. He won’t help a soul until he knows where you are, knows that you’re both unharmed, that you’re both safe.
He’s not sure what sound falls from his lips when he catches sight of your boots sticking out from beneath a piece of fallen wall. The breath gets sucked from his lungs, bile rises in his throat, and then he’s running, not caring about who he shoves down along the way – he just needs to get to you.
The adrenaline pulsing through his system has him hefting the piece of rubble off of you and then he’s on his knees, gloved hands gently, urgently, pushing at your shoulder until you’re on your back. He can’t see you, not the real you. Dust and blood cake your face and no matter how hard he scrubs along your skin; he can’t find you.
His hands follow along your frame, feeling along the side of your body and then… there he is. The Child chirps sadly, blinking dust from his wide eyes, and wiggles from the soiled sack, stumbling onto unsteady legs. He turns to look at you, large ears dropping in sorrow at the sight of your battered body.
“I know, kid. They’re gonna be fine.”
You were going to be fine, because there was no other option. You’d have a bump on the head, complain about it for a few days, get on his nerves, and then be fine. Healed. Alive.
He swears his heart jumps a beat when your face pinches, features contorting in discomfort. He hates knowing you’re in pain, but he’d take it. Quite happily. At least that meant you were still here, still with him. He waits, but your eyes don’t open and he gets impatient. He taps your cheek once, twice, again just a little bit harder.
Why aren’t you waking up?
He shakes you; hand locked firmly onto your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin. The desperation that’s leaking into his voice starts to intensify the longer your lashes stay against the skin of your cheeks. Come on. You’re alright. You’re alright. Wake up –
And then finally – Stars, finally – your eyes flutter. The two suns hovering in the sky blind you, and you lift a heavy hand with a groan to cover your face. Relief floods him in an overwhelming wave and he crumbles over your body like he’s just ran nonstop for miles. You’re okay. You’re fine, everything’s fine.
His hands are everywhere when you eventually sit up – cradling your ribs, supporting your shoulders, a gloved palm against your cheek as you blink blearily at the scene around you. What happened? You don’t have the strength to ask. His grip is tight as he holds your hands, gently pulling you to stand. He doesn’t move away once you’re on your feet and it’s a good thing, too – you tremble, head melting into a vicious spin, and your legs give out from under you.
He has you in his arms before you’re even halfway to the ground.
“I’ve got you.” Always.
He cradles you the entire hike back to the Crest, the Child cuddled up to your chest as he coos gently at you, keeping you awake and as alert as possible. Din doesn’t stop moving, powered purely by the desperation to get you back to the ship, back home, somewhere safe. He kicks blankets across the cold grated floor and delicately lies you down, careful not to jostle you too much.
Your face puckers in agony, but soon you relax with a soft exhale, watching him through tired eyes as he moves the kid to his hammock before rushing back to your side. The gloves come off in an urgent tug and soon you’re rewarded with the heat of his fingertips trailing across your skin. His touch disappears, and you wish you could voice your protest, wish you could beg him to put them back.
You watch as tanned hands reach and grasp at the helmet, pulling it up and off and then – oh. Din blinks down at you with wide brown eyes, assessing every bit of damage he could see without his visor hindering his view. A scratch here, a scrape there – nothing bacta won’t fix. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. His eyes fall back to yours, and he half smiles, somewhat shyly, as you study his previously secret features.
Beautiful.
Your hand moves, fingers desperate to feel the scruff covering his jawline, but it falls short and you try to frown in frustration but lack the strength to contort your features. His own hand shoots up and helps yours on its journey, and soon you can feel it – scratchy against the skin of your palm.
His other hand is warm across your forehead and you smile weakly at the look of pure adoration on his face, his dark eyes flicking over your features. He had no regrets removing his helmet. He would have removed it in front of you one day, anyway.
“I’ll get you some water, cyar’ika.” He murmurs, bending to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You weakly move your head ever so slightly, greedily chasing his lips with your own, desperate to feel them just once, and your heart bursts as he grins, eyes crinkling and dimple appearing. What a sight. He lets his nose trail softly against yours before moving to your lips. His kiss was everything you had dreamed – tender, loving… and it chased away the chill that seemed to have taken a hold of your body, even if just for a few seconds.
“D-Din –” Why is it so hard to speak? You feel so weak. You want to tell him so much. He needs to know what he means to you. You’ve never been able to say the words and now you’re filled with regret. But surely, he knows. He must. You need to thank him for… for everything. For showing you the stars, for making you believe in yourself, for showing you that it’s okay to stand your ground when someone tells you to move. Maker, you need to speak. He needs to know. “Din,”
He hushes you lightly, dancing his warm fingers across your jaw affectionately. “Save your strength, cyare.”
Your eyes well as you watch him stand and leave. No, stay. Stay, please. He tries to be quick as he retrieves you a drink, but the water pressure on the Crest is questionable to say the least. He also fills a small bowl to start cleaning your skin of the filth that cakes it, desperate to see the horror of the day washed free from your skin. He returns after a short while, expertly juggling the many bits and pieces in his arms, and stops short of the makeshift bed.
You’re still. Completely unmoving. Your chest no longer moves, fighting for gasps of air. Your eyes were open, pointed to where he had disappeared into the fresher, but they lacked life. They’re vacant, hollow. They stare right through him. He all but drops everything in his arms, falling right beside you.
Swallowing around the bitter taste in his mouth, he tries to speak. “C-Cyare?”
His hands move to your face, and he recoils at the chill of your skin. Heat, you need heat. His thumbs rub across your cheeks, desperate to work some sort of friction against your skin. He wills your eyes to focus, to gaze back into his. Breathe. Maker, please, breathe.
“Cyar’ika, I’m here.” He moves closer, hands darting over your body, indecisive of where to touch, where to hold you. No. You’re fine. You’re fine. He feels the cracks start to form, his world quickly falling apart in his hands. “I’m here. Please, cyare – I’m here.”
Yes, he is… but you’re not.
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Fulminating (The Mandalorian)
(Din suffers a complication after nearly drowning on Trask. He and the Child recover together. Maybe it's enough. 5000 words, canon-compliant, angst, medical whump, hurt/comfort, sign language. Set during Chapter 11: The Heiress. Don't say I didn't warn you about the whump - but the comfort's there, too.)
Thank you to @lastwordbeforetheend, @art3mys and @honestlyhufflepuff for helping talk me through this! You can also find this story on AO3 if you prefer.
***
The air streams past him, tugging at the free edge of his cloak as he descends. He tilts his head upward, watching Bo-Katan and her cruiser climb to the edge of the atmosphere. They’ll take the ship, and he’ll take the Jedi’s name.
It’s not the deal he wanted -- hell, they aren’t the Mandalorians he wanted -- but she gave him what he needed in the end, and he’ll respect that.
He coughs, chest feeling heavy, and lowers his head as the air rushes past. That’s better.
He aches as the rush of the fight leaves him. He’s not getting any younger, and while firefights are what he’s built himself for, taking an entire cruiser hadn’t been on his agenda. Especially coming off the disastrous crash landing on the ice planet with the kid and the passenger; he’d hit his head pretty badly in the landing, beskar helmet or no, and he still feels a nagging headache now that the action’s over. He scowls under the helmet.
The Rising Phoenix burns clean as the docks rise up before him, and he lands clumsily, staggering. He’s got to work on that. In all the traveling lately, his training has slipped. Koska in particular has given him some ideas for how to better utilize the Phoenix in combat, and he’ll have to consider incorporating the techniques into his own fighting style.
Din pulls a deep breath as he straightens up, slightly winded by the landing. Time to collect the kid and get going.
Leaving would be a good idea, if not for the fact half the port is still quiet. He glances around, realizing it’s still early in the morning and the Mon Calamari he paid to tend to the Crest is nowhere in sight. Fine. Maybe he and the kid will grab some sleep in the inn. How long has it been since they got any rest?
His feet fall heavy on the wooden docks, his boots scuffing. Yeah. A room might do them good.
***
It takes him a good twenty minutes to make his way through the narrow alleys to the Frogs’ home. He’s a little slower than usual, though he’s got good reason to be weary. The door slides open at his knock and the happy couple greets him, gesturing to a water-filled dish on their table. A tadpole splashes back and forth, and Din’s foundling stares at it with wide eyes and half-opened mouth, barely noticing that Din has come for him.
Din almost hates to pull the kid away. He’s downright enchanted by the tadpole (the kid better have minded his manners!), curious and fascinated and protesting as Din scoops him up. He congratulates the couple on their child and heads out into the alley, the kid chattering away unintelligibly. He’s been using that little voice of his much more lately, and though Din hasn’t picked out any words he understands, it’s a comforting sound. He chuckles a bit at the kid’s chatter, the laugh slipping into a brief cough that he swallows down. He wishes, not for the first time, that he could understand what the kid has to say.
The kid’s voice burbles cheerfully in his ears. Probably telling him all about his exciting night, staying with the Frog family. Maybe he’s asking where Din has been, or wondering where they’re going next. Din hasn’t a clue. He tries to pay attention, but finds it strangely difficult to concentrate and walk at the same time.
It’s not far to the inn. Half a klick at most. He’s walking at a normal pace, not running, not sprinting.
So why, then, is he breathing so hard?
He pauses against the wall of a small fishery shop, leaning against it slightly in a way that would look casual to a passing observer. He takes a deep breath, then coughs wetly, chest rattling.
You’re fine, he tells himself firmly, but his chest rises and falls like he’s been running.
His helmet swivels left, right. Quarren, Mon Calamari, humans, they scurry past Din and the child, but more than a few turn to stare at the two of them. This is too open. He needs to get back under cover until he can figure out what’s going on. You are both predator and prey, intones the Armorer, and oh, he knows it. His gut clenches a warning.
The Phoenix roars on his back, carrying them the rest of the way. He holds on to the kid with both arms and the kid giggles, enjoying the ride, but Din just focuses on breathing.
***
The innkeeper stares at him. “One night, then?” he grunts.
Din reaches into his hip pouch, pulls a stack of credits out, more than what’s needed. He forces himself to slow his breathing, though his chest hurts with the effort. He swallows. Modulates his voice to sound gruff and intimidating. “One night. And no questions.”
The innkeeper nods, holding his hands out in an appeasing gesture. “Whatever you say, Mando.” He tosses Din a fob to unlock the room. “Up the stairs, third door on the left. Food sent up to the room’s extra.”
Din merely nods. The kid, nestled in the crook of his arm, looks up at him, frowning. His ears sag down to his collar, and he wraps one hand over Din’s wrist.
Din makes his way to the stairs, shoving past a few Quarren there for their breakfast. They grumble, but they get out of his way; news travels fast about what a Mandalorian can do when pressed. They clear a path for him as he approaches the narrow stairs. With his back to the barroom, no one able to see him directly, he allows himself the luxury of a few deep breaths before he begins. He needs every one.
The flight of stairs isn’t long. Fifteen steps, maybe. But he has to grab the handrail with his free hand, gripping it tightly. His head swims, and the inside of his chest sears, burns, aches. He sucks air through an open mouth, shivering.
“Dank farrik,” he hisses, and regrets the extra breath expended on the curse. He has to rest halfway up the stairs, slumping against the wall with his head spinning.
He makes it up the rest of the flight, through the hallway, to the third door on the left. It slides open and he stumbles through the doorway, barely noticing the door sliding closed behind him as he staggers to the lumpy four-poster bed. He sets the kid down carefully before he sinks onto the bed with a thump. He struggles to remove the Rising Phoenix. He manages to rest it on the floor at his feet, and stays leaning forward, curled up over himself.
What’s wrong with me?
He desperately tries to run the possibilities. Poison? No, no, nothing’s broken his skin, he hasn’t eaten since he left the ship.… He shivers again. Is he sick? This doesn’t feel like any sickness he’s ever known before, coming on so fast like this, hitting so hard…
He sits huddled on the edge of the bed, panting. His helmet’s sensors chime at him. Normally vital signs are measured in the background, but he forces himself to focus on the corner of the display through his visor, where it flashes a warning: Blood oxygen level below 90%.
Oxygen… lungs… going under the water after the kid, struggling as the seal on his helmet slipped, as the seawater rushed up over his face, into his mouth and nose --
But I was fine, he tries to tell himself. He tries to remember if he inhaled the water or if he spat it back out, but all he remembers is frantic choking, flailing, a confusing jumble of cold and weight and struggle. I was fine --
He coughs again, the action bowing him over himself, and he gags on fluid in the back of his throat. He retches, gulps, tastes something metallic. Blood.
Fuck. Fuck.
His mind races. Battlefield first aid is taught to all Mandalorians, but he doesn’t remember what he’s supposed to do here. What here even is. His mind blanks for a second, or an eternity.
He suddenly remembers a function of his helmet he’s rarely used. He toggles it on with a jerky swipe over his vambrace. He can’t carry an entire tank of oxygen with him, since it’d be a clear explosion hazard in his line of work, but the helmet does have emergency oxygen concentrator ability. Enough to double the atmospheric content for low-O2 planets. He breathes deeply of the fortified air, and for a moment he feels a little calmer. This’ll fix things. Just need a little more air, a little rest, I’ll be fine --
It’s not enough.
The display in his helmet says it’s concentrating the oxygen at maximal levels, but damn it, it’s not enough. He wheezes, straining.
The display says a lot of things now. It’s going fucking haywire, streaming readings for his heart rate, his oxygen, spiking or crashing in ways he’s never seen. He forces himself to focus on the room beyond him instead of the screeching vitals, tries to focus on fishnets lining the dingy walls, a cramped closet refresher, a little wooden table to sit at, a round window letting in muted daylight.
It’s not working. Din drags in breath after frantic breath, coughs again, feels something frothy in the back of this throat. He tastes metal. He’s -- he’s suffocating --
No. No. This is just a sickness, I just have to get through the worst of it, just breathe -- just breathe --
But he wants to tear his helmet off, he’s so hungry for air, he wants -- he needs --
Firm pressure on his lap, movement, something besides the flail of his chest. It’s the kid. He’s almost forgotten about him in his struggle, and seeing the kid calms him slightly. Just slightly.
He manages to lower his head, though it makes him dizzy. The kid’s dark eyes stare up at him, his little face scrunched up and worried.
“I’m fine,” Din gasps, though clammy sweat clings to him inside his suit, though his heart still races. Does the kid understand him? He coughs, the sound harsh and wracking. “I just need to -- rest --”
Rest. Yeah. Yeah, that should help. Maybe he’ll be better off laying down in a different position. Holding the kid against him, he tries to ease himself down on the rumpled bedding. But as soon he’s down, he realizes it’s wrong -- on his back, he feels his armor crushing him -- smothering him --
He jerks upright, clawing at his chest, undoing the catches of his armor. His cuirass loosens and falls to the bed beside him. He leaves it. The pressure eases, barely.
The kid in his lap lets out a wail, and Din realizes that the kid knows.
What if I don’t -- what if he’s alone -- if this gets worse -- His heart rate jumps at the unfinished thought, pounding until he can feel the veins in his neck throbbing, the pulse thready. He slumps against the post at the end of the bed, wrapping a hand protectively around the kid. No. I’ll be fine.
He has to be fine. For both of them. He wishes he could tell the kid --
***
Grogu feels, sees, senses ripples in the Force, just as he senses ripples in the water where a frog might be near. Most of the time, it comforts him, feeling its swirls and eddies.
It isn’t comforting now. It’s scary. The Force is disturbed, the ripples churning waves. His protector, his person clings to him, and Grogu feels fear panic wrong.
Grogu flinches, his stomach hurting. He doesn’t know what’s happened to the man, but there’s something in the man’s chest that isn’t right, something that shouldn’t be there, something that makes it not work the way it’s supposed to. Grogu tilts his head up and rests one hand against the man’s armor, whimpering.
The man is shaking. His voice catches. “It’s -- it’s all right,” he chokes, but Grogu can feel how hard he’s working to breathe, how his voice sounds different. It sounds wet.
Grogu whimpers again, tries to reach out in the Force. He has to help him! The man flickers in the Force in a way Grogu remembers once from a misty dream, the day he sent the fire back; he was so sleepy after the flames ran away. But the man feels like he did then, faint and far away, and this time, Grogu understands what it means. Faint and far away and fading.
Grogu tries to talk to the man. Tries to tell him that he can help. He makes his voice loud, but the man’s breathing is louder. It’s not working.
He gets to his feet in the man’s lap, hurriedly bracing his hands against the man’s laboring chest. This close he can hear the wrongness inside him even without the Force, his ears catching terrible crackles over the man’s pounding heart. It shouldn’t sound like that. He knows it in a way he doesn't have the words for.
The man is soft without the armor, but the cloth and leather he wears are still thick and hard to get through, under Grogu’s hands. Grogu tries to reach, tries to make the Force inside the man move and change. He’s done it before, he has to try now, has to try to help him --
But it’s hard to shift the Force inside the man. He’s still wrapped in most of his armor, no skin to touch. Maybe one of the Masters from long ago could fix the man without touching him, without pressing skin to skin, but Grogu doesn’t know how. He wraps his claws around the heavy vest the man wears under the armor, and he cries at him, trying to make him understand.
“Please --” the man rasps. “It’s -- don’t be afraid --” He coughs again, thin reddish fluid beading at the bottom of his helmet. Flickering -- far away --
Grogu sinks into the man’s lap, breathing hard himself. The man’s fear is overwhelming, making it hard for Grogu to think. He’s felt it before from him when things got scary, but always the man’s bravery was bigger, more powerful, so much brighter in the Force than his fear.
But it’s all that Grogu can feel from him now.
He has to do something. The man still flickers. He looks around wildly, sees the man’s hand, limply resting against the bottom of Grogu’s robe.
“Hey, buddy,” the man wheezes. “You’ll be -- okay --”
Grogu is already pulling at the man’s wrist. He’s seen a little flash of skin here before, where the glove meets the armor. He fumbles with it, but it’s on too tight for him to budge.
“What --”
Grogu pulls hard at the glove, and the man helps weakly with his other hand, his fingers clumsy. The glove slips down at the wrist, exposing light brown skin, a thumb. The man crumples against the post at the end of the bed, the line of him all wrong, head rolled to his shoulder. He’s so faint.
Grogu curls one hand around the man’s thumb, presses the other hand against his palm. The man’s skin is cool and sweaty and calloused. Grogu holds his hand as hard as he can, and he closes his eyes, and he reaches.
He can't make sense of what he feels through the Force. Water, but there shouldn’t be water here. Breathing, but the air doesn’t help. Grogu concentrates, but it’s hard. It’s not like when that other man’s arm was hurt in the dark by the creatures, when Grogu could reach out and feel the way the poison wasn’t supposed to be there, the way the arm wanted to be normal again. The Force flowed to the hurt part, and it made it like it was before.
But now he’s confused, the fear so loud and painful, making it harder for Grogu to understand the problem with the water and the air and the lungs. He clutches the man’s skin, claws digging into his strong hand. He tries to do what he can, tries to tell the man’s chest to be normal, to work, to help.
The Force shimmers. It flows, and something goes out of him, into the man.
But it’s not like before. The other man’s arm got better so quickly, the poison disappearing, the flesh coming back to itself. It doesn’t feel that way now; he’s not sure what it feels like. It feels… like something slow, like something calm and quiet, like something gentle.
Grogu lets go of the man’s hand, his mouth twisting. He knows he didn’t understand enough, didn’t get it quite right. He lets out a soft wail, sinking down into the man’s lap and staring dejectedly at his hands.
He hears a quiet, tired voice. Feels the man shift, feels his hand with the rolled-up glove brush against his cheek. Grogu looks up through sleepy eyes and sees the man’s helmet upright again, looking steadily at him.
“Kid?” A long, ragged breath. A hoarse voice. His shoulders rise and fall with big breaths, but not as fast as before.
The man pulls him closer, and Grogu’s ears swivel. The crackles are getting softer. Going away.
“Thanks, kid,” the man whispers.
Grogu gazes up at the man, and he manages a tired little smile. The man is getting brighter in the Force. No more flickering. And underneath the man’s fear, Grogu senses brave again.
***
Din isn’t sure how long he’s been sitting there, leaning against the post at the end of the bed, holding the sleeping kid in his lap. He only knows he’s been working, and it is work, at breathing.
In, and out.
In, and out.
His helmet display flashes numbers at him. They aren’t normal. Oxygen, heart rate, respirations. But hell, they’re so much better than they were.
He doesn’t know what the kid did. The bare skin of his hand tingles in the cool air, and he’s almost afraid to cover it up again, in case it reverses what the child did to him.
For him.
All he really remembers -- things are hazy, even though it was at most only a few hours back -- is the panic, darkness at the edges of his sight, a terrible, unending hunger for air.
And then something quiet and soft, gently washing over him. It was enough.
He coughs again, but it’s easier than before. The rattle’s faint, thin, clearing. He’s not a medical droid, but he’s sure of it anyway: he’s going to make it.
The kid yawns beside him, half-wrapped in Din’s ragged cloak. He squints up at Din, his expression wary. Worried.
“Hey, buddy,” he says, his throat raw. “Are you okay?”
The kid whines a little, his ears swinging low at the way Din’s voice sounds so rough. Din feels an ache that has nothing to do with his lungs and everything to do with the kid’s anxious face.
“Don’t worry. I’m gonna be fine,” Din manages. “You helped me. Saved me.” The words are hard to force out, but he knows they’re important. Hell. What the kid must have seen -- what he must have thought was going to happen -- He freezes, remembering a dark cellar, explosions, a day of red robes in the smoke.
No. That’s not gonna happen. Not to him.
Din cradles the kid into a hug, his ears brushing against Din’s chest and shoulder. The kid hugs him back as hard as he can with his small arms, and he can feel the child trembling.
“Hey, hey,” Din murmurs, though he’s getting winded with all the talking. “I’m sorry I --” He huffs, keeps going even though it’s difficult. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
The kid reaches up to rest one clawed hand against the cheek of the helmet. Din blinks, startled at the closeness, but the kid keeps his hand against the beskar. Din mirrors the gesture, resting the knuckles of one hand against the child’s soft cheek.
“We’ll be okay. You and me, pal. Understand?” he asks gently.
The kid blinks those large, dark eyes, and Din wonders if he’s failed to reach him. Then the child lowers his hands, letting out a cheerful babble with a tilt of his head, and the tension in Din’s chest and gut falls away.
Yeah. He’ll be okay.
The kid chirrups again, voice rising in a question. Din thinks he recognizes what the kid is asking. “You hungry?”
Food. He dimly remembers a few ration bars, tucked in at the back of his belt, swiped from the Crest before they’d left. He sets the kid down beside him, then pulls out two bars and unwraps them both for the kid. Din’s thirsty, after everything, but the idea of food holds no interest yet.
“Here,” Din rasps. “Eat.” He carefully straightens up, taking a moment to slowly swing his legs over the edge of the bed. What normally takes a second leaves him breathless.
He gets to his feet, using the bedpost for support. He’s still wearing boots, his armor aside from the cuirass. It’s all so much heavier than it should be. He lets out a hiss between his teeth and crosses the room to the refresher, one step at a time. Water.
Once inside the refresher he sinks down onto the seat, removing his helmet and setting it into his lap. He glances up and sees his face in the cracked, streaky mirror, the skin blotchy and pale, hair a matted tangle, eyes swollen. There’s residue on his face, dried pinkish red around his mouth and nose. The sight makes him run cold.
It had been so close.
He flicks the water on, strips off his gloves and sets them into his upturned helmet. He cups his hands together beneath the faucet, the cold water spilling over the edges of his palms.
He drinks, and it’s enough.
***
The ship awaits them. Unfortunately, it's barely better off than it was when they left it. The Razor Crest drips with Mon Calamari detritus, rope rigging and tangles of seaweed crisscrossing the ship's hold. Din shakes his head, stepping aboard with the kid in his arms. It’s not great. It’ll do to limp along to something better.
He allows himself a faint chuckle, putting himself in the same category.
He’s mostly recovered. He can still feel it, the way his lungs don’t fully expand the way they should, the way he gets a little winded when he’s up and walking around. But he’s so much better than he was, and getting better every day. Thanks to the kid, and his powers.
He glances down at him; he seems fascinated by the Crest’s new decorations. Din brushes a hand over the back of the kid’s head and the little one coos, reaching out to bat at a clump of seaweed.
“You like this, huh?” he asks. “Don’t get used to it.” Soon as I’m up to it, this stuff’s getting spaced.
The kid giggles at the slimy seaweed in his hands, and Din softens. Maybe he’ll leave it up for a little bit, anyway.
He carefully takes the ladder up into the cockpit, only huffing a little. He’s grateful for the way he takes oxygen in, the way it sustains. He finally turned off the oxygen concentration function of his helmet this morning, and he hasn’t missed it. It’s a good feeling, one that’s been growing as he’s gotten closer to recovery.
He doesn’t remember much of the past few days. He remembers the Quarren innkeeper hollering outside about their time being up, until Din lurched to his feet and shoved a pile of credits at him through the crack in the door. He remembers the innkeeper, mollified, bringing up bowls of steaming soup and leaving them out in the hall for Din to slowly bring inside, one at a time. He remembers how good it tasted, rich and briny and hot, hot, hot. He remembers sighing so loudly the kid’s ears twitched, and the kid let out the longest, tiniest, happiest sigh Din had ever heard.
***
He remembers a realization.
He had found it hard to talk on the second day, between the lingering heaviness in his chest and the bone-deep exhaustion. The kid, though, had seemed to bounce right back after using his powers, and had taken to relentlessly exploring the room for things to do.
Din watched him roam, crawling under the bed, playing with the empty drawers of the dinged-up dresser, trying to climb up the wall to see out the window. The kid was gonna hurt himself if he wasn’t careful, and Din couldn’t afford another scare. He reached out and planted the kid on his lap the next time his circuit around the room brought him close.
Inspiration struck. So it was hard to speak. So what? He had options.
He held up a finger. The kid watched keenly.
Look here, he signed in Tusken, fingers splitting and then rising up to his visor. The kid tilted his head, focusing.
We can talk like this. A wide sweep, a hand raised up near the mouth, palms spreading wide. Din waited. The kid had seen him use Tusken before, but for some reason, Din had never tried it with the kid. He’d always seemed to understand Basic well enough for how young he seemed to be, but he’d never spoken a word of it that Din could make out. He wondered why he hadn’t tried this earlier.
Do you understand? Din asked, hands flattening, circling, ending with a soft point of the index finger. He asked it a few times, varying the speed and size of the question, trying to see if the child understood.
The kid’s ears quivered, as if trying to catch something far in the distance. He held out his small three-fingered hands, and tried a clumsy sign for you.
Din leaned forward, hitching a sharp breath at the effort. Do you understand me?
The kid signed you again. Tried it a few times, the word smoothing out the more he tried, getting clearer.
Good job. It was hard to say if the kid really got it, or if he thought it was just a game. But it was promising to see his ears perking up, his dark eyes wide and interested, his mouth in a toothy, tiny grin.
Din smiled beneath his helmet. If this worked, they might be able to understand each other a lot better. The kid could ask him for help. Din could make it clear what was off limits and not to be bothered with. It was heartening as hell, a bright spot glimmering in the midst of some of the shittiest days he’d had in years.
And then a name swam into his head, causing his hands to drop, slowly, back into his lap.
Ahsoka Tano.
It wasn’t going to matter soon if the kid learned Tusken or Basic. He’d be back with the Jedi.
And Din would be alone, again.
His hands, trembling, spoke for him. Fingers flashed much too quickly for a beginner to learn; phrases scaffolded in front of him, words in motion, hands unfolding with meaning he knew the kid couldn’t hope to guess. The little one gazed up at him.
Thank you for saving my life --
I promise I’ll help you, no matter what --
I’m really going to miss you, kid --
Din’s eyes stung. He blinked once, twice, and stilled his hands. He’d said too much. The kid reached out and held onto his palms, his hands weighing almost nothing at all against Din’s own.
Din swallowed, looking into those trusting eyes. “Okay, kid,” he said hoarsely. “Come on. Let’s try again.”
***
Din shakes the memory off. He knows what he has been quested to do, that Mandalorians keep their word. He’s promised to find the place the kid belongs, and he would rather die -- nearly did -- than leave that promise unfulfilled.
The door to the cockpit slides open, and Din groans. The Mon Calamari’s handiwork is even more ridiculous here than in the rest of the ship. A dangling fishnet slaps him in the helmet, and he shoves it aside irritably as he buckles the kid into his favorite seat. Even through the helmet, the whole place stinks of brine.
“Mon Calarami,” he grumbles. “Unbelievable.”
He powers up the ship, starts easing it into the atmosphere. The ship shakes beneath him, clearly wounded. He can tell by the feel and the instrumentation that the ship should hold together for travel… barely.
A strange noise catches his attention, and he reaches out, grabbing some kind of sea creature that looks like it was about to pounce on the kid. The child burbles with delight and Din shakes his head. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. He squeezes until he’s sure the creature’s dead, then hands it to the kid for a snack. It’s not as hideous as some of the things he’s seen him eat, anyway.
“I finally know where I’m taking you,” Din tells him. “But it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
The starfield opens up before them. He takes a deep breath -- hold together, now -- and punches it to hyperspace. The stars ribbon past them, and Din leans back in his seat, relieved. It’ll be enough to get somewhere safe. Before they find the Jedi.
The ship vibrates around them, and Din makes a running list in his head of things he needs to check, wiring that needs to be redone, processes to recalibrate, repairs that need to be made, Mon Calamari detritus that needs to be jettisoned. He could start work on it now. Get it done. It'd be the efficient thing to do.
Instead, Din turns to the kid. “Hey. You wanna practice what we learned?” His hands flash before him as he speaks, tracing out the sentence structure in Tusken. “You can do it.”
He knows he doesn’t need to bother. He can speak again without losing his breath, and what’s more, he knows the kid will leave him soon. He knows it’s not enough time to teach proficiency, that it probably won’t make a difference for the kid in the long run.
But the kid likes it, and Din does, too. Maybe that’s enough.
The kid stares at him intently, moves his small hands in little circles, makes a fist. He grins, clearly pleased with himself.
Din laughs, hands shifting in affirmation, echoing the kid’s words. “That’s right, kid.”
The kid’s hands sign again, repeating the phrase Din had gone on to teach him, the signs clumsy but clear.
You. And me.
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