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Rome's Vestal Virgins: Protectors of The City's Sacred Flame

Chosen as young girls, the priestesses of Vesta, goddess of the hearth, swore a 30-year vow of chastity and in turn were granted rights, privileges, and power unavailable to other women in Rome.

Marcus Licinius Crassus was one of the richest and most powerful Roman citizens in the first century B.C. Yet he nearly lost it all, his life included, when he was accused of being too intimate with Licinia, a Vestal Virgin. He was brought to trial, where his true motives emerged. As the first-century historian Plutarch recounts, Licinia was the owner of “a pleasant villa in the suburbs which Crassus wished to get at a low price, and it was for this reason that he was forever hovering about the woman and paying his court to her.” When it became clear that Crassus’ wooing was motivated by avarice rather than lust, he was acquitted, saving both his and Licinia’s lives.

One of the most remarkable elements of this story is the fact that Licinia owned a villa in the first place. Unlike other women, Licinia could own property precisely because she was a Vestal Virgin. The story of her trial also reveals how that privilege came with a price: A Vestal Virgin had to abstain from sex, a sacred obligation to one of Rome’s most ancient customs that would continue until Christianity ended the cult in A.D. 394.

FIRE GODDESS: The remains of the Temple of Vesta stand in the Roman Forum. Unlike most temples, it did not contain a central image of the goddess. It was the site of the holy fire and a repository of various sacred artifacts.

Vestal Veneration

According to Roman authors, the cult was founded by Numa Pompilius, a semi-mythical Roman king who ruled around 715 to 673 B.C. Unlike most Roman religious cults, worship of Vesta was run by women. The hearth was sacred to this goddess, one of Rome’s three major virgin goddesses (the other two being Minerva and Diana). The rites surrounding the Vestals remained relatively fixed from the time of the Roman Republic through the fourth century A.D.

Six virgin priestesses were dedicated to Vesta as full-time officiates who lived in their own residence, the Atrium Vestae in the Roman Forum. The Vestals’ long tradition gave Romans a reassuring thread of continuity and may explain the Temple of Vesta’s traditional circular form, a style associated with rustic huts in the city’s deep past.

KEEP THE FIRE The Vestal Virgins tend the sacred fire of Vesta, on whose protection Rome depends. 17th-century oil painting by Ciro Ferri, Galleria Spada, Rome

This place of worship, which lay alongside the Atrium, was where the priestesses tended the goddess’s sacred fire. Once a year, in March, they relit the fire and then ensured it remained burning for the next year. Their task was serious as the fire was tied to the fortunes of their city, and neglect would bring disaster to Rome.

To become a Vestal was the luck of the draw. Captio, the process whereby the girls were selected to leave their families and become priestesses, is also the Latin word for “capture”—a telling turn of phrase that evokes the kidnapping of women for brides that took place in archaic Rome. Records from 65 B.C. show that a list of potential Vestals was drawn up by the Pontifex Maximus, Rome’s supreme religious authority. Candidates had to be girls between the ages of six and 10, born to patrician parents, and free from mental and physical defects. Final candidates were then publicly selected by lot. Once initiated, they were sworn to Vesta’s service for 30 years.

On being selected, their life was spent at the Atrium Vestae in a surrogate family, presided over by older Vestals. In addition to room and board, they were entitled to their own bodyguard of lictors. For the first 10 years they were initiates, taught by the older priestesses. Then they became priestesses for a decade before taking on the mentoring duties of the initiates for the last 10 years of their service.

Training the Novices

"The School of the Vestal Virgins" 19th-century colorized engraving by L. Hector Leroux.

After lots were drawn from the list of young girls who could serve Vesta, initiates were brought to the Atrium Vestae, where their training would begin. The training was overseen by the chief priestess, the Vestalis Maxima, who came under the authority of the Pontifex Maximus. The first 10 years were spent training for their duties. They would spend the second decade actively administering rites, and the final 10 were spent training novices. The chastity of the priestesses was a reflection of the health of Rome itself. Although spilling a virgin’s blood to kill her was a sin, this did not preclude the infliction of harsh corporal punishment. First-century historian Plutarch writes: “If these Vestals commit any minor fault, they are punishable by the high-priest only, who scourges the offender.”

Public monies and donations to the order funded the cult and the priestesses. In Rome religion and government were tightly intertwined. The organization of the state closely mirrored that of the basic Roman institution: the family. The center of life of the Roman home, or domus, was the hearth, tended by the matriarch for the good of her family and husband. In the same way, the Vestals tended Vesta’s flame for the good of the state.

A silver denarius, also from the second century B.C., bears a representation of the circular Temple of Vesta.

Unlike other Roman women, Vestals enjoyed certain privileges: In addition to being able to own property and enjoying certain tax exemptions, Vestals were emancipated from their family’s patria potestas, patriarchal power. They could make their own wills and give evidence in a court of law without being obliged to swear an oath.

Thirty Years of Chastity

These rights came at a high price: 30 years of enforced chastity. Many historians believe that the health of the state was tied to the virtue of its women; because the Vestals’ purity was both highly visible and holy, penalties for a Vestal breaking her vow of chastity were draconian. As it was forbidden to shed a Vestal Virgin’s blood, the method of execution was immuration: being bricked up in a chamber and left to starve to death. Punishment for her sexual partner was just as brutal: death by whipping. Throughout Roman history, instances are cited of these grim sentences being passed.

Jealousy or malice made the women vulnerable to false accusations. One story, celebrated by several Roman writers, concerns the miracle of the Vestal Virgin Tuccia, who was falsely accused of being unchaste. According to tradition, Tuccia beseeched Vesta for help and miraculously proved her innocence by carrying a sieve full of water from the Tiber.

Allegations of crimes against the Vestals’ chastity sometimes went to the top of the social order. The flamboyantly eccentric, third-century emperor Elagabalus actually married a serving Vestal Virgin. It is a sign of the enduring symbolic importance of the cult that this heresy was one major factor that led to his deposal and murder.

The Vestal Tuccia, falsey accused of breaking her chastity vow, is saved by the intervention of Vesta, who enables her to carry water in a sieve from the Tiber back to the temple. 17th-century painting by Giovanni Battista Beinaschi.

Vestal Vestments

The ceremonial dress of Vestals highlights their dual, and somewhat contradictory, embodiment of both the maternal and the chaste. Physical appearance was an integral part of their role, making them stand out as different from other women, but also echoing physical traits of conventional women.

Dressed in white, the color of purity, the Vestal Virgins wore stola, long gowns worn by Roman matrons. Hair and headdresses played an important symbolic function. The Vestal hairstyle is described in Roman sources using an ancient Latin phrase, the seni crines. Historians cautiously agree it means “sixbraids,” and is mentioned as the coiffure of both Vestal Virgins and brides. A Vestal wore the suffibulum, a short, white cloth similar to a bride’s veil, kept in place with a brooch, the fibula. Around their heads they wore a headband, the infula, which was associated with Roman matrons.

Daily rites for Vestals were often centered around the temple. Most important was maintaining the holy fire. If the fire went out, the attending Vestals would be suspected not only of neglect but also of licentiousness, since it was believed impurity in a Vestal’s relations would cause a fire to go out. Other typical duties included the purification of the temple with water, which had to be drawn from a running stream. In readiness for the numerous festivals that required their attendance, the priestesses were required to bake salsa mola, a cake of meal and salt that was sprinkled on the horns of sacrificed animals. Important religious festivals included the Vestalia, dedicated to their goddess, Vesta, and the Lupercalia, which highlights the contradictory role of the Vestal Virgins, as it was closely associated with fertility.

A representation of a Vestal Virgin.

A Roman Tradition

A bust of Numa Pompilius from the Villa Albani Museum in Rome, believed to have been sculpted in the Roman Imperial Period.

Romans believed the cult of the Vestal Virgins was instituted under the eighth-century B.C. king Numa Pompilius, the successor of Rome’s founder, Romulus. First-century A.D. historian Plutarch wrote that Numa may have “considered the nature of fire to be pure and uncorrupted and so entrusted it to uncontaminated and undefiled bodies.“ Numa is credited by Livy, in his History of Rome, with formalizing other key Roman cults, including those of Jupiter and Mars. Many historians believe Numa was legendary, and that the worship of Vesta and other cults developed slowly out of pre-Roman customs, perhaps dating back to the older Etruscan culture that dominated Italy before the rise of Rome.

In the innermost part of their temple, the priestesses looked after their secret talismans. Among these objects was the sacred phallus, the fascinus, the representation of a minor god of the same name. The fascinus (the root of the word “fascinate”) is closely bound with magic and fertility. It was also in this part of the temple that they probably kept the palladium, the statue of Pallas Athena that the legendary founder of Rome, Aeneas, brought to Italy after the destruction of Troy, his home city—another aspect of the Vestal cult that tied Rome’s origins into an ennobling and ancient tradition.

Romans regarded these priestesses with a sense of awe. Plutarch points out “they were also keepers of other divine secrets, concealed from all but themselves.” It was believed they possessed magical powers: If anybody condemned to death saw a Vestal on his way to being executed, he was to be freed, so long as it could be proven the meeting was not by design. Vestals, it was said, could stop a runaway slave in his tracks.

The privileged position of the Vestal Virgins in Roman society survived for more than a thousand years, passing through Rome’s changing systems of monarchy, republic, and empire. The cult would not, however, survive Christianity. In A.D. 394 Theodosius closed the House of the Vestals forever, freeing the virgins from their obligations, but also removing their privileges.

VIEW OF THE VESTAThe ruins of the Atrium Vestae stand in the Roman Forum. The rectangular pools formed a part of the complex’s long, central patio. To the right of the Atrium are the remains of the Temple of Vesta, and behind the wall are the three remaining columns of the Temple of Castor and Pollux.

Even as their flame was extinguished, aspects of the cult may have passed into the new faith as it swept through the Mediterranean. Just as the position of the Pontifex Maximus lived on in the papal title “pontiff,” young women in the early years of Roman Christianity embraced virginity and celibacy in their desire to be “eunuchs for the love of heaven.” Scholars believe the role of the Christian nun was inspired, in part, by the chaste figures who dutifully tended the holy flame of Vesta.

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kark-trooper-echo · 10 months ago

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EchoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo! Congratulations on your milestone!

My questing is about clone armor! We are all familiar with clone armor and that it comes off an assembly line, as seen in the holo-drama Attack of the Clones. What's the process for customized armor? Do the Kaminoans just hand it to you, or do you submit requests and provide feedback? Or is customizations against regulations!?

Hello...OoOo, and thanks. You've got me feeling nostalgic, and I'm on my third cup of caf (don't ask), so here's the armor rundown from start to finish.

On graduation day, new troopers left their cadet barracks for the last time, headed to the mess, then filed into the armor repository. Everyone picked up a standard armor kit and took it to their newly assigned trooper barracks, where they changed and deposited their old cadet uniforms into the recycler, never to be thought of again. From there, they headed to one of the assembly bays to pick up a helmet from the central conveyor. After that, it was a quick stop to the armory for a rifle before falling in for the ceremony. It was the proudest day in the life of any clone.

Once you had your armor, it was yours. Technically, it belonged to the Republic, like everything underneath it, but that point was never brought up. It was ours, and we were permitted to alter it as needed for unit cohesion and utility in the field:

Chapter 8, Section 2, Article 1.3 Armor may be superficially altered to reflect the colors and symbols of a trooper’s assigned unit at the discretion of their CO.

Chapter 8, Section 2, Article 2.5 Non-component elements of helmet exterior may be superficially altered to reflect the colors and symbols of a trooper’s assigned unit at the discretion of their CO.

C8.S2.A2.5-1: No part of the visor, rangefinder, ventilation, filtration, vocoder, or comms are to be altered until schematics for such alterations are cleared and registered with a commander or higher.

As long as it wasn't distracting, our personal touches were always approved in the 501st. The Batch's changes were never a problem either. Tech's exact words were, "Commander Cody has agreed to approve anything of ours that comes his way, provided we maintain our 'impressive' success rate."

#karked-up regulations

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star-wars-writing · 1 year ago

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Whispers amongst Stars

A/N: Hey guys, this will be the ninth story for the @codywanbingo I believe, I have to admit, I'm truly convinced of the story I've written here, it turned out differently than I expected, but that just how stories go sometimes, I still hope that you'll like it however, even if I'm not that convinced of it all. :-p. The prompt for this one was communication.

In the austere chamber of the Jedi Council, the air was thick with a sense of purpose, the walls echoing the weight of countless decisions that had shaped the fate of the galaxy. Here, in the heart of the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stood before the Council, their figures casting long shadows on the polished floor.

Master Yoda's eyes, ancient and knowing, surveyed them both. "Assigned to Yelari, you are," he said, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom. "Critical, their allegiance is. Bring them into the Republic, you must."

Mace Windu, his expression as stern and unreadable as the stone sculptures of the Temple, nodded in agreement. "The Yelari possess unique resources and knowledge. Their alignment with the Republic could be a decisive advantage in the war."

Obi-Wan, his hands clasped behind his back, nodded solemnly. "We understand the importance of this mission, Masters. The Yelari are known for their peaceful ways and deep spiritual connection to their world. Earning their trust will be essential."

Cody, standing a step behind Obi-Wan, felt the gravity of the task ahead. The strategic importance was clear, but he also sensed the delicate nature of the mission. The Yelari were not just a potential ally in the war; they were a people with their own culture and traditions, a world apart from the battlefields he knew so well.

Ki-Adi-Mundi, his blue eyes thoughtful, added, "Your diplomatic skills, Obi-Wan, and Commander Cody's tactical expertise will be crucial. But be mindful; the Yelari are deeply spiritual and communicate in ways that might be unfamiliar to you."

Aayla Secura, her lekku shifting gently, spoke up. "The Yelari's language is not just spoken. It is expressed through movement, through an understanding of their environment. To communicate with them, you will need to understand their culture, their connection to their planet."

Obi-Wan bowed slightly. "We will approach this mission with respect and openness, ready to learn and adapt."

Cody remained silent, his thoughts already turning to the practicalities of the mission. He was a soldier, trained for combat and strategy, not diplomacy. Yet, he trusted Obi-Wan's judgment and knew that adaptability was as much a part of a soldier's life as his blaster.

As the meeting concluded, Obi-Wan and Cody exited the chamber, their steps echoing in the vast, quiet halls of the Temple. They were a pair united by purpose, stepping into a mission that would require more than just their skills as a Jedi and a soldier. It was a journey that would challenge them to bridge worlds, to find common ground in a galaxy often torn apart by conflict.

As they walked, Obi-Wan turned to Cody. "This mission will be unlike any we've undertaken before. We're not just negotiating a treaty; we're seeking to understand a culture, to build a bridge of trust and respect."

Cody nodded, his expression resolute. "I'm ready, General. Whatever it takes to bring the Yelari into the fold of the Republic."

And with those words, they set forth on their journey to the Yelari, a mission that would test their abilities, their beliefs, and the strength of their bond as allies and friends.

In the dimly lit archives of the Jedi Temple, a world away from the luminous corridors of the Yelari stronghold, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody delved into the ancient tomes and holographic records. The archives, a repository of knowledge spanning millennia, whispered secrets of forgotten worlds in the soft hum of its data streams.

Obi-Wan, his fingers gliding over the spines of dusty books, wore an expression of focused curiosity. The light from the holoprojectors danced across his face, casting shadows that flickered like distant stars in a nebula. "The Yelari," he murmured, "a people deeply attuned to their planet, their culture woven into the very fabric of their environment."

Cody, standing beside a holographic display, watched as images of Yelari rituals and landscapes floated in the air. He felt a sense of awe at the complexity and beauty of their world, so different from the stark military environments he was accustomed to. "They seem almost... mystical," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of respect and uncertainty.

"Yes," Obi-Wan replied, his eyes not leaving the texts. "Their spirituality is interlinked with their language. It's not just about words; it's about the connection they feel with everything around them."

Cody looked at Obi-Wan, observing the Jedi's ease in navigating the abstract concepts. He felt a twinge of apprehension. Diplomacy and subtle nuances were not his forte. His world was one of clear commands and tangible actions. Yet, he knew the importance of understanding the Yelari, of seeing beyond the surface.

A hologram displayed a Yelari festival, figures moving in a dance that seemed to echo the rhythms of nature. Obi-Wan watched, his face alight with fascination. "See how they move, Cody. It's as if they're part of the air, the water, the earth. Every movement tells a story, communicates an emotion."

Cody squinted, trying to discern the patterns. "It's like a language without words," he said slowly, a realization dawning on him. "We'll need to understand this if we're to communicate effectively."

Obi-Wan nodded, turning to face Cody. "Exactly. We must approach this not just as a diplomatic mission, but as a learning experience. We must be students of their culture."

The two spent hours in the archives, poring over records, immersing themselves in the world of the Yelari. Obi-Wan's enthusiasm was palpable, his mind absorbing the information like a sponge. Cody, though more reserved, was equally committed, his strategic mind cataloging details, understanding the importance of each piece of knowledge.

As they left the archives, the corridors of the Jedi Temple felt both familiar and alien. The mission ahead loomed in their minds, a challenge unlike any they had faced. For Obi-Wan, it was an opportunity to bridge worlds, to use his skills in a way that went beyond the battlefield. For Cody, it was a foray into uncharted territory, a test of his ability to adapt and understand.

The walk back to their quarters was quiet, each lost in thought. Obi-Wan's mind danced with the possibilities, the potential for a true understanding between the Republic and the Yelari. Cody's thoughts were more pragmatic, focused on the logistics of the mission, the practicalities of communication.

Yet, beneath their differing perspectives, there was a shared sense of purpose, a mutual respect for the task ahead. They were a team, a Jedi and a soldier, each bringing their strengths to a mission that would require more than just strength. It would require understanding, empathy, and an openness to the unknown.

As they prepared to depart for the Yelari world, the weight of the mission settled on their shoulders. It was a weight they bore willingly, a responsibility they accepted with the knowledge that

what they were about to undertake could change the course of the war and perhaps, in a small but significant way, the galaxy itself.

In the quiet of his quarters, Cody reviewed the data one last time. The holographic images of Yelari landscapes and people glowed softly in the dim light. He tried to imagine himself in that alien world, interacting with its inhabitants, a daunting task for a man who had always relied on the clarity of orders and the straightforwardness of battle.

Obi-Wan, in his own quarters, sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation. He reached out with his feelings, trying to attune himself to the Yelari's unique way of life. There was a tranquility to their existence, a harmony he sought to understand and emulate. The Force flowed through him, a gentle current of insight and empathy.

The next morning, as they boarded the ship that would take them to the Yelari planet, Obi-Wan turned to Cody with a reassuring smile. "Remember, Cody, this mission is about more than just words. It's about feeling, about understanding a culture so different from our own."

Cody nodded, his expression determined. "I might not have your way with words, General, but I understand the mission. We'll get them on our side."

The journey through hyperspace was a time of contemplation. Obi-Wan spent hours meditating, while Cody revisited the data, familiarizing himself with every detail of the Yelari and their world.

When they finally emerged from hyperspace, the Yelari planet loomed before them, a jewel of blues and greens against the backdrop of space. It was a world untouched by the war, a reminder of what they were fighting for.

As they entered the atmosphere, Obi-Wan looked out at the sprawling forests and vast oceans below. "Beautiful," he whispered, a sense of awe in his voice.

Cody, too, was struck by the beauty of the planet. It was a stark contrast to the battle-scarred worlds he was used to. "It's... not what I expected," he admitted, his voice soft.

The ship landed gently on the outskirts of the Yelari's main settlement. As they disembarked, they were greeted by a delegation of Yelari, their iridescent skin shimmering in the sunlight.

As Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stepped onto the fertile soil of the Yelari planet, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds enveloped them. The air was perfumed with the sweet scent of alien flora, and the sound of the Yelari's melodic language filled the air like a symphony of nature itself.

The welcoming party, a procession of Yelari adorned in vibrant, flowing garments that seemed to ripple with their every movement, approached with a grace that was almost otherworldly. Their faces were serene, eyes shining with a gentle curiosity beneath their iridescent brows.

Obi-Wan, his senses attuned to the subtleties of the moment, stepped forward with a respectful bow. "We are honored by your welcome," he said, his voice steady yet imbued with the warmth of genuine gratitude.

The Yelari responded not with words but with a series of harmonious tones and elegant gestures that seemed to paint pictures in the air. Their hands moved with a fluidity that was mesmerizing, each motion a word, each pause a punctuation.

Cody watched, his expression a blend of fascination and bewilderment. He had prepared for this, but the reality of the Yelari's language was more complex and beautiful than any data file could convey.

Obi-Wan, meanwhile, was attempting to parse the meaning of the gestures, his knowledge of languages stretching to its limits. He mirrored a few of the motions, hoping to convey his peaceful intentions. The Yelari's faces lit up with what could only be interpreted as delight, their skin shimmering with subtle changes in color.

One of the Yelari, taller than the rest and adorned with symbols that hinted at a high status, stepped forward. With a series of flowing hand movements and a lilting vocalization, they seemed to invite Obi-Wan and Cody deeper into their world.

Obi-Wan turned to Cody, his eyes twinkling with the thrill of the unknown. "I believe we are being invited to participate in a welcoming ritual. It's an honor."

Cody nodded, squaring his shoulders. "Lead the way, General. I'll follow your lead."

As they were guided through the lush vegetation of the Yelari settlement, the sights and sounds of this alien world washed over them. The plants seemed to hum with life, the very air vibrating with an energy that was unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.

They arrived at a clearing where a circle of Yelari awaited them, their arms raised towards the sky. In the center of the circle stood a structure that appeared to be a fusion of art and nature, its design harmonious with the environment.

The tall Yelari gestured for Obi-Wan and Cody to step into the circle. The air inside felt charged, as if they were stepping into a different realm.

The ritual began with a chant, a haunting melody that resonated in Obi-Wan's very soul. He closed his eyes, allowing the sound to wash over him, feeling a connection to these people that transcended language.

Cody, ever the soldier, remained alert, but even he could not deny the beauty of the moment. He watched as the Yelari moved around them in a dance that was both intricate and spontaneous, a celebration of life and welcome.

Obi-Wan, sensing the deeper meaning in their movements, began to move with them, his body finding the rhythm instinctively. He was a part of their dance now, a part of their world.

Cody, hesitant at first, soon found himself swaying to the rhythm, drawn into the dance despite himself. He glanced at Obi-Wan, seeing the Jedi in a new light – not just as a warrior or a diplomat, but as a being deeply connected to the universe in all its diversity.

As the ritual came to a close, the Yelari gathered around Obi-Wan and Cody, their faces alight with joy and peace. The tall Yelari placed their hands over Obi-Wan's and Cody's hearts, a gesture that needed no translation.

They had been welcomed not just into the Yelari's world, but into their hearts. And in that moment, Obi-Wan and Cody knew that this mission was about more than just a treaty. It was about understanding, about connection, about finding common ground in a galaxy too often torn apart by conflict.

As they left the clearing, the sounds of the Yelari's song still echoing in their ears, Obi-Wan and Cody walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They had stepped into a new world, a world where words were not needed to speak volumes. And in that world, they had found a new understanding, not just of the Yelari, but of each other and the infinite complexities

of the universe they were sworn to protect.

Obi-Wan's mind was abuzz with the nuances of the Yelari's communication. He was fascinated by the way their culture intertwined so seamlessly with their environment, how each gesture, each note of their language, was a reflection of the world they inhabited. It was a reminder of the Force's presence in all living things, a symphony of life that he, as a Jedi, was attuned to.

Cody, for his part, was processing the experience in his own way. The ritual had been outside his comfort zone, but it had also been a revelation. He had always viewed communication as a straightforward exchange of information. But the Yelari had shown him that communication could be an art, a dance, a way of connecting that went beyond mere words.

As they continued their journey through the Yelari settlement, the inhabitants greeted them with smiles and gestures of respect. The initial awe at their presence had given way to a warm acceptance, as if Obi-Wan and Cody were no longer outsiders but part of the community.

They passed by a group of Yelari children, who watched them with wide, curious eyes. One child, braver than the rest, approached and tugged gently at Cody's hand. The child then performed a simple dance, a mimicry of the welcoming ritual, but imbued with the innocent charm of youth.

Cody, usually so stoic, couldn't help but smile. He attempted to replicate the dance, his movements awkward but earnest. The children erupted in laughter, not mocking but full of joy. In that moment, Cody felt a bond with these alien children, a connection forged by the universal language of laughter and sincerity.

Obi-Wan observed this interaction, a warm smile on his face. He saw a side of Cody that was rarely revealed – a gentleness, a willingness to connect, to understand. It was moments like these that reminded him of the good that still existed in the galaxy, of the innocence and joy that they were fighting to protect.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden light over the alien landscape, Obi-Wan and Cody were led to a gathering place where the Yelari elders awaited them. It was time to discuss the treaty, to begin the negotiations that had brought them to this world.

But as they sat down with the elders, Obi-Wan knew that this negotiation would be unlike any other. It would not be a battle of words and wills, but a conversation of hearts and minds. They had come to the Yelari as representatives of the Republic, but they had also come as students, ready to learn and to build a bridge of understanding.

And in that understanding, Obi-Wan saw the true path to peace, not just for the Yelari, but for the galaxy at large. It was a path that required patience, empathy, and an open heart – qualities that he and Cody, in their own ways, possessed in abundance.

As the night fell and the stars began to twinkle in the alien sky, Obi-Wan and Cody sat with the Yelari elders, their conversation a gentle flow of gestures and words. They were no longer just diplomats on a mission; they were friends, sharing in the beauty of a culture that had welcomed them with open arms.

In the heart of the Yelari world, under a sky of unfamiliar constellations, a bond was being forged, a bond that would ripple out into the galaxy, carrying with it the hope of a new understanding, a new alliance, and a new dawn for the Republic.

The gathering under the starlit Yelari sky was a tableau of intercultural exchange, with Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody at its center. The Yelari elders, their faces aglow with the soft light of their bioluminescent skin, communicated in a symphony of fluid gestures and harmonic tones, creating an atmosphere that was at once alien and inviting.

Obi-Wan, with his deep understanding of the Force and his experience with diverse cultures, navigated the subtleties of the Yelari language with a grace that belied the complexity of the task. He moved his hands in smooth, flowing arcs, his body swaying gently in tune with the rhythm of the Yelari speech.

Cody, however, found himself adrift in this sea of unspoken communication. He watched Obi-Wan closely, trying to mimic his gestures, but his movements were stiff, more accustomed to the precise commands of military drills than the nuanced language of the Yelari.

In an effort to show respect, Cody attempted a series of hand motions he had observed earlier. But his interpretation was off, his timing awkward. The Yelari elders paused, their expressions shifting from serene contemplation to bemused curiosity.

One elder, her eyes twinkling, responded with a series of elaborate gestures. The others watched, a ripple of soft laughter spreading through the group. Cody, realizing he had somehow missed the mark, looked to Obi-Wan, his face a mixture of confusion and mild embarrassment.

Obi-Wan, suppressing a smile, leaned in. "I believe you just told them you're interested in learning their most sacred dance," he whispered, his voice laced with amusement.

Cody's eyes widened. "That's not exactly what I was aiming for, General."

The Yelari seemed delighted by the misunderstanding, their laughter like the chiming of distant bells. One elder stood and began a slow, ceremonial dance, beckoning Cody to join.

With a resigned sigh and a glance at Obi-Wan's encouraging nod, Cody stepped forward. The elder led, and Cody followed as best he could, his movements hesitant but earnest. The Yelari around them clapped in rhythm, their faces alight with joy.

Obi-Wan watched, his heart warmed by the scene. It was a reminder of the universality of laughter, of the connections that could be forged through shared moments of light-heartedness.

As the dance concluded, the elders applauded, their appreciation genuine. Cody, slightly out of breath but smiling, returned to Obi-Wan's side. "I think I'll stick to what I know best from now on," he said, his voice tinged with relief.

The gathering continued, and soon Obi-Wan found himself the center of another unexpected situation. A young Yelari, her eyes bright with mischief, approached and began a series of intricate hand gestures that were clearly directed at him.

The elders watched with keen interest, a knowing look shared among them. Obi-Wan, ever the diplomat, responded with polite, if somewhat cautious, gestures. But as the exchange continued, it became apparent that he was being drawn into a Yelari courtship ritual.

The realization dawned on him slowly, his face registering surprise and then a resigned amusement. He glanced at Cody, who was trying hard to maintain a straight face.

The Yelari around them were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, their gentle laughter filling the air. Obi-Wan navigated the situation with a delicate balance of respect and gentle declination, using his movements to convey his honored yet unable-to-accept status.

As the young Yelari gracefully accepted his response, the elders nodded in approval, their expressions a blend of respect and amusement. Obi-Wan, relieved, stepped back, his eyes meeting Cody's.

"I think we've just had a crash course in Yelari social customs," Obi-Wan said, a wry smile on his lips.

Cody chuckled. "And I thought navigating the battlefield was tricky."

The evening progressed with more exchanges, each moment a dance of cultural learning and gentle missteps. Through it all, Obi-Wan and Cody moved with a growing ease, their initial uncertainties giving way to a deeper appreciation of the Yelari's world.

The stars above shone brightly, casting their light on a gathering that was more than just a diplomatic mission. It was a meeting of worlds, of hearts and minds, a testament to the power of understanding and the enduring bonds that could be formed when one looked beyond words and into the essence of connection.

***

The night wore on, the sky above a tapestry of stars, as Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody continued their foray into the heart of Yelari culture. The evening's earlier misunderstandings had given way to a shared amusement and a sense of camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of their usual interactions.

Sitting side by side at the edge of the gathering, they watched as a group of Yelari children enacted a playful rendition of the day's events. The children mimicked Cody's earnest attempts at the dance and Obi-Wan's diplomatic grace with an exaggerated flair that brought chuckles from the onlookers.

Cody, leaning back on his hands, watched with a smile. "I didn't realize we were providing tonight's entertainment," he said, his tone light and self-deprecating.

Obi-Wan laughed, the sound mingling with the night's gentle breeze. "Every mission has its unexpected elements, Cody. This one seems to include a bit of unintended comedy."

The laughter they shared was easy, a reflection of the bond they had formed over years of serving side by side. In the midst of war and duty, moments like these were rare and precious.

Obi-Wan's gaze turned thoughtful as he watched the children. "You know, there's something remarkable about the way they view us. To them, we're not just foreign visitors; we're part of a story. It's a reminder of how our actions, even the smallest ones, can have an impact."

Cody nodded, his expression softening. "It's easy to forget that in the heat of battle. Here, it's... different. Slower. There's time to see those impacts."

The Jedi and the Commander sat in comfortable silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts. The Yelari's way of life, so deeply connected to their environment and each other, was a stark contrast to the life they knew, governed by orders and strategy.

A Yelari elder approached them, her movements embodying the grace and wisdom of her years. She spoke softly, her voice a melodious whisper that seemed to carry the very essence of her people's spirit.

Obi-Wan listened intently, then turned to Cody. "She says that in sharing our laughter and embracing our mistakes, we honor their ways more than any perfect dance could."

Cody's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Well, in that case, I guess we're doing an outstanding job."

The elder smiled, a warm, inclusive gesture that seemed to bridge the gap between their worlds. She then invited them to join in a closing ritual, a gesture of unity and goodwill.

As they stood, joining hands with the Yelari in a circle, Obi-Wan and Cody felt a sense of belonging, of being part of something larger than themselves. The ritual was simple yet profound, a series of movements and harmonies that spoke of unity, peace, and the shared journey of all beings.

Cody, who had always seen the world in terms of objectives and tactics, found himself moved by the ritual's symbolism. Standing there, hand in hand with beings so different from himself, he felt a deep sense of connection, a realization that despite their differences, there was a common thread that bound them all.

Obi-Wan, his eyes closed in contemplation, felt the Force flow around and through them, a tangible representation of the interconnectedness of all life. It was moments like these that reminded him of the true purpose of the Jedi – to be guardians of peace, bridges between worlds.

As the ritual came to an end, the Yelari elders expressed their gratitude and hope for a future of friendship and collaboration. Obi-Wan and Cody, in turn, thanked them for their hospitality and the opportunity to learn and grow.

Walking back to their quarters, the two shared a quiet conversation, reflecting on the night's events. The laughter, the shared experiences, had brought them closer, not just as Jedi and Commander but as friends who had navigated the complexities of an unfamiliar world together.

In the soft glow of the Yelari moon, Obi-Wan and Cody realized that this mission had changed them in subtle yet significant ways. They had come seeking to bring the Yelari into the fold of the Republic, but they were leaving with a deeper understanding of themselves and each other, a reminder that in the vast tapestry of the galaxy, every thread was interconnected.

The dawn on the Yelari planet broke with a soft, golden light that bathed the alien landscape in a warm glow. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody, having spent the night in contemplative discussion, were ready to approach the crucial part of their mission – the negotiation of the treaty. However, the calm of the morning was soon to be disrupted by an unforeseen challenge.

As they made their way to the meeting place, a sense of purposeful tranquility pervaded the air. The Yelari, with their graceful movements and serene expressions, conveyed a peacefulness that belied the gravity of the discussions ahead.

The initial proceedings went smoothly. Obi-Wan, with his deep understanding of diplomacy, navigated the nuances of the Yelari language, his gestures and tone conveying respect and sincerity. Cody, his presence solid and reassuring, contributed through his keen observations, his understanding of strategy providing a silent support to Obi-Wan's words.

However, the harmony of the negotiation was soon interrupted. During a crucial moment, Obi-Wan, attempting to convey the Republic's commitment to the Yelari's autonomy, made a gesture that he believed to be one of respect. To the Yelari, however, the gesture was one that signified a binding agreement, a commitment far beyond what the Republic had intended.

The atmosphere shifted palpably. The Yelari elders exchanged glances, their expressions turning from openness to something more reserved, almost cautious. The miscommunication hung in the air like a cloud, casting a shadow over the proceedings.

Obi-Wan, sensing the change in mood, glanced at Cody, his eyes conveying concern. "I think I've made a mistake," he murmured under his breath.

Cody, his mind racing to find a solution, responded quietly, "Can we clarify? Without offending their customs?"

Obi-Wan nodded, turning back to the Yelari elders with a calm demeanor that belied his inner turmoil. "Honored elders," he began, his voice gentle, "it seems I have misspoken through my actions. Please allow me to clarify the Republic's position."

The elders listened, their faces an enigmatic canvas of light and shadow. Obi-Wan proceeded to explain, his gestures careful and deliberate, emphasizing the Republic's respect for the Yelari's way of life and their desire for a partnership based on mutual understanding and autonomy.

Cody watched, his admiration for Obi-Wan's diplomatic skills growing. He had always known the Jedi to be a skilled negotiator, but seeing him navigate this delicate situation with such grace underlined the depth of his abilities.

As Obi-Wan spoke, the Yelari's expressions gradually softened. The misunderstanding was unraveling, the tension dissipating like mist under the morning sun. It was a testament to the power of honest communication, of the willingness to understand and be understood.

After Obi-Wan finished, there was a moment of silence, a collective breath held in anticipation. Then, the head elder, her movements embodying the grace of her people, responded. Her gestures were fluid and forgiving, her tone conveying not just acceptance of the clarification, but appreciation for the honesty.

Cody let out a quiet sigh of relief. The crisis had been averted, not through force or command, but through empathy and understanding – qualities that were as vital in diplomacy as they were in battle.

The rest of the negotiations proceeded with a renewed sense of partnership. Obi-Wan and Cody, now more aware of the intricacies of the Yelari language and culture, navigated the discussions with a careful consideration of every word and gesture.

As the meeting came to a close, the treaty agreed upon in principle, the Yelari elders expressed their gratitude for the respect and sincerity shown by the Republic's representatives. Obi-Wan and Cody, in turn, thanked the Yelari for their patience and understanding.

Walking back to their quarters, Obi-Wan and Cody reflected on the day's events. "Today was a reminder," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, "that communication is not just about the words we speak or the gestures we make. It's about the intention behind them, the willingness to bridge the gaps of misunderstanding."

Cody nodded, his respect for Obi-Wan deepening. "And it's about working together, understanding that we each bring something unique to the table. We're a good team, General."

Obi-Wan smiled, a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect evident in his gaze. "Indeed, Commander. We are."

The miscommunication with the Yelari had been a significant hurdle, but in overcoming it, Obi-Wan and Cody had not only solidified their bond but had also deepened their understanding of the power of communication. It was a lesson that would stay with them, a reminder that in the vast and varied galaxy, the ability to connect, to truly communicate, went far beyond words.

****

As the twin moons of the Yelari world rose in the night sky, casting a soft, ethereal light over the landscape, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody found themselves seated on a balcony overlooking the tranquil gardens of the Yelari compound. The air was filled with the gentle sounds of nocturnal creatures and the distant murmur of the Yelari night rituals, creating a backdrop of peaceful introspection.

Obi-Wan, his gaze fixed on the shimmering moons, seemed lost in thought. Cody, sitting beside him, was equally contemplative, the experiences of the day lingering in his mind like echoes of a profound dream.

After a moment of silence, Obi-Wan spoke, his voice soft and reflective. "This mission... it's been unlike any other. It's challenged us, not just as a Jedi and a soldier, but as individuals."

Cody turned to look at him, his expression thoughtful. "It's pushed us out of our comfort zones, made us see things in a different light. I've learned a lot from you, Obi-Wan, and not just about diplomacy."

Obi-Wan's gaze shifted from the moons to Cody. There was a depth in his eyes, a sincerity that went beyond their usual commander-and-subordinate dynamic. "And I, from you, Cody. Your adaptability, your willingness to embrace the unfamiliar... it's been inspiring."

The conversation paused as they both looked out at the serene gardens, lost in their thoughts. The Yelari had taught them a new way of communicating, one that transcended language and delved into the realm of emotion and connection.

Cody broke the silence, his voice hesitant yet earnest. "Obi-Wan, being here with the Yelari, learning their ways... it's made me realize something. About us."

Obi-Wan turned to face him fully, an attentive calmness in his demeanor. "What is it, Cody?"

Cody took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I've always respected you, followed your lead without question. But during this mission, I've seen a different side of you. And... it's made me feel something I hadn't expected."

Obi-Wan's expression softened, a gentle understanding dawning on his face. "Cody, I've felt it too. This mission has brought us closer, in ways I hadn't anticipated."

They shared a look, a moment of unspoken acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between them, a bond that had deepened into something more profound, perhaps even romantic.

Cody, emboldened by their newfound understanding and the openness of the Yelari culture, reached out, his hand hesitantly touching Obi-Wan's. "I've always seen you as a mentor, a leader. But now... it feels like there's more. I don't know if it's appropriate, or even possible, but I needed to say it."

Obi-Wan's hand turned, his fingers intertwining with Cody's. "In the vastness of the galaxy, connections like ours are rare. They transcend duty and rank. Cody, what I feel for you... it's more than just camaraderie."

The air around them seemed to hum with the intensity of their shared emotion, a connection that had been forged in the heat of battle and solidified in the tranquility of the Yelari world.

"Cody, we are bound by many things - duty, loyalty, the battles we've fought side by side. But this... what I feel now, it's different. It's personal, and it's deep," Obi-Wan confessed, his voice tinged with a vulnerability rarely shown.

Cody, his heart racing, nodded. "It's the same for me, Obi-Wan. I don't know where this leads, or what it means for us, but I know it's real."

They sat there, under the luminous moons, their hands clasped, a silent pact made in the quiet of the night. The world around them continued its gentle rhythm

, a symphony of nature and peace that seemed to reflect the newfound depth of their relationship.

The garden, bathed in moonlight, was a tableau of tranquility and beauty, mirroring the serenity of their moment. The Yelari had a saying about such moments, a phrase that Obi-Wan had learned during their stay: "In the quiet, the true song of the heart is heard."

Obi-Wan shared this phrase with Cody, his voice a whisper that carried the weight of their shared experiences. "Cody, in this quiet, I hear a song I've never heard before. It's new, uncertain, yet profoundly beautiful."

Cody looked into Obi-Wan's eyes, seeing there a reflection of his own feelings. "I hear it too, Obi-Wan. It's like a melody that's been waiting to be discovered, a harmony of emotions that's both surprising and deeply right."

Their conversation drifted to their shared experiences, the challenges they had faced, and the moments of laughter and understanding. Each memory was a thread in the tapestry of their relationship, weaving a picture of mutual respect, deepening trust, and an emerging affection that transcended the roles they had always known.

Obi-Wan, using a phrase he had learned from the Yelari, expressed his feelings in their language of gestures, his hands moving with a grace and eloquence that transcended words. The movement spoke of respect, of admiration, and of a tenderness that had grown in the fertile soil of their shared journey.

Cody, watching Obi-Wan's hands, felt a surge of emotion. The gesture was beautiful, a visual poetry that spoke directly to his heart. He responded in kind, his movements less practiced but equally sincere, conveying his loyalty, his strength, and his willingness to embark on this new and uncharted path together.

As the night deepened, they spoke of the future, of the uncertainties and possibilities that lay ahead. They knew that their relationship, changed as it was, would need to be navigated with care and discretion, especially in a galaxy torn by war and bound by duty.

Yet, in that moment, under the gentle gaze of the Yelari moons, those concerns seemed distant, overshadowed by the profound connection they had discovered. They were two souls, a Jedi and a soldier, who had found in each other a kindred spirit, a companion for the journey, whatever it might bring.

The night waned, and the first light of dawn began to touch the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold. Obi-Wan and Cody stood, their hands reluctantly parting, knowing that the day would bring them back to the realities of their mission and their duties.

But the night, with its revelations and promises, would always remain with them, a cherished memory and a beacon of hope. They had found something rare and precious, a bond that transcended the stars, a love that spoke in the silent language of the heart.

As they walked back to their quarters, the garden behind them still whispering with the secrets of the night, they knew that their journey together was just beginning. A journey of discovery, of challenges, and of a love that had blossomed in the most unexpected of places.

The sun rose high over the Yelari planet, casting its radiant light over the meeting hall where Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody, alongside the Yelari elders, were finalizing the terms of the treaty. The air was charged with a sense of accomplishment and hope, a testament to the successful culmination of their mission.

As Obi-Wan spoke, his words carefully chosen and his gestures reflecting the grace and respect he had learned from the Yelari, there was a newfound confidence in his demeanor. His eyes occasionally met Cody's, sharing silent messages of encouragement and solidarity.

Cody, standing beside him, watched the proceedings with a quiet sense of pride. He had witnessed Obi-Wan's skill in diplomacy before, but this was different. This was more personal, more profound. The bond they had formed on this planet had given them both a deeper understanding of each other and of the delicate art of communication.

The Yelari elders, their expressions serene and content, nodded in agreement with the terms being laid out. They too had come to respect and appreciate the two representatives from the Republic, not just for their diplomatic skills, but for their genuine efforts to understand and honor the Yelari way of life.

As the final terms were agreed upon, and the treaty was signed, there was a collective sigh of relief and satisfaction. The Yelari expressed their gratitude with their melodious language and elegant gestures, a beautiful dance of hands that spoke more than words ever could.

Obi-Wan and Cody responded in kind, using the gestures they had learned to express their own gratitude and respect. It was a moment of perfect understanding, a bridge built not just between cultures, but between hearts.

After the formalities were concluded, the Yelari hosted a farewell gathering in the gardens. The atmosphere was one of celebration and friendship, with music, laughter, and the sharing of stories. Obi-Wan and Cody mingled with the Yelari, their interactions now marked by a comfortable familiarity.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the garden, Obi-Wan and Cody found themselves alone for a moment, standing side by side, looking out at the view.

"We did it," Cody said, his voice a mix of relief and wonder.

"We did," Obi-Wan replied, a gentle smile on his face. "But it was more than just negotiating a treaty. We've learned so much, about the Yelari, about each other."

Cody nodded, his gaze still on the horizon. "I never expected to find what we did here. Not just a new ally for the Republic, but... something more personal."

Obi-Wan turned to him, his eyes soft. "It's been an unexpected journey, but I'm grateful for it. For everything."

They shared a look, a silent acknowledgement of the depth of their bond, the emotions that had grown and the understanding that had deepened between them.

As the evening came to a close, and it was time to depart, Obi-Wan and Cody boarded their ship with a sense of accomplishment and a feeling of bittersweet farewell. The Yelari had not just become allies; they had become friends, and the lessons learned on this planet would stay with them always.

As the ship ascended into the night sky, leaving the Yelari planet behind, Obi-Wan and Cody stood side by side, watching the stars emerge. They were returning to the Republic not just as successful diplomats, but as individuals changed by their experiences, their perspectives broadened and their connection deepened.

The mission had been a success in every sense of the word, but it was the personal victory they cherished the most

. The journey had reshaped their understanding of each other, transforming their relationship into something richer, more complex. The bond that had formed between them was no longer just that of comrades-in-arms; it had evolved into a profound connection, fostered by shared experiences and mutual respect.

Cody looked out at the star-studded expanse, a universe of possibilities stretching out before them. "I never imagined when we started this mission that we'd be returning with so much more than a treaty," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of wonder and introspection.

Obi-Wan, gazing into the vastness of space, felt a similar sentiment. "The galaxy is full of surprises, Cody. This mission... it's reminded me of the importance of being open to the unexpected, of the richness that comes from truly connecting with others."

They stood in silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts. The quiet hum of the ship and the soft glow of distant stars created a cocoon of tranquility around them. It was a rare moment of peace in the midst of a galaxy torn by conflict, a moment to reflect and appreciate the journey they had undertaken.

Obi-Wan finally turned to Cody, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know, this mission has taught me a lot about myself, about the nature of relationships. What we've found here, it's rare. It's something to be valued and protected."

Cody nodded in agreement, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the emotions of the moment. "It's changed me too, Obi-Wan. I've always been focused on the mission, on doing my duty. But this... it's opened my eyes to the importance of the connections we make along the way."

As the ship continued its journey back to the Republic, Obi-Wan and Cody knew that the challenges ahead would be many. Their relationship, having crossed into new territory, would need careful navigation, especially within the rigid structures of the military and the Jedi Order.

Yet, as they stood together, looking out at the infinite expanse of space, they felt a sense of readiness for whatever the future might hold. They had faced the unknown together, had learned and grown together, and that had made them stronger, both as individuals and as a team.

The experiences on the Yelari planet had been transformative, not just in terms of the diplomatic victory they had achieved, but in the personal journey they had embarked upon. They had discovered a new language of the heart, a way of communicating that transcended words and gestures. It was a language of shared glances, of understanding smiles, of silent support in the face of adversity.

As the ship sped through the cosmos, Obi-Wan and Cody carried with them the memories of the Yelari, the lessons learned, and the deep bond they had forged. It was a bond that had been tested and strengthened, a bond that would continue to evolve as they navigated the complexities of their lives and duties.

In the quiet of the ship, amidst the stars and the endless possibilities of the galaxy, they looked forward to the future, to the journey that lay ahead, together.

***

I eagerly look forward to your thoughts, comments, and interpretations, as they are not just the affirmation of a story told but the continuation of a conversation that began in the heart of a galaxy far, far away.

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Aperçu of the week

“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.”

(Nelson Mandela, anti-apartheid activist and politician who served as the first president of the current Republic of South Africa from 1994 to 1999)

Bad News of the Week

They try to spin it as a success, even a breakthrough: using a newly developed telescopic robotic gripper arm over 20 meters long, it has been possible to retrieve 0.7 grams of radioactive material from a reactor at the Japanese nuclear power plant in Fukushima. The plant was damaged by a tsunami 13 years ago. No, that's not a bad joke: 0.7 grams after 13 years. 880 tons still need to be salvaged. There are so many things that upset me about this story that I don't even know where to start. So I will limit myself to two aspects.

If things continue at this rate, it will take over 16 billion years to completely decommission the plant. That won't be the case, of course. But it is a fitting image to illustrate the immense time spans that are fundamentally involved with radioactivity - keyword half-life. Specifically, the operator TEPCO expects to be able to complete the decommissioning of the reactor units by 2051. Experts consider this timetable to be completely unrealistic. In addition, there is still no suitable equipment for recovering the nuclear waste, nor is there an interim storage facility, let alone a final repository.

For me, this is precisely the core reason for being against nuclear energy: the problem of final storage. According to Wikipedia, in 2022 there were 423 reactors in operation worldwide, 56 under construction and more than 100 planned. There are already more than 250,000 tons of heavy radioactive waste awaiting final disposal. The world's first final repository is due to be completed in Finland in the next few years. In Germany - incidentally, we shut down all nuclear power plants after the Fukushima meltdown and have already dismantled some of them - almost 2,000 employees of the state-run Federal Company for Final Disposal are working on this issue. Depending on the scenario, the planned end date for the search for a site is currently 2046 to 2068. The issue is therefore obviously highly complex. And only one thing is certain: future generations will be burdened with high costs and high risks for literally eternity.

Another issue is that of site security. Since Three-Mile-Island, but at the latest since Chernobyl, everyone knows how fatal any serious system failure at a nuclear power plant is, or must be. So you have to rule out as many eventualities as possible from the outset. Therefore - please excuse the direct question, dear Japanese - I wonder how stupid you have to be to build a nuclear power plant on the coast of an earthquake-prone tectonic plate boundary? As a result of the Niigata-Chūetsu coastal earthquake in 2007, the company's largest power plant, Kashiwazaki-Kariwa, had to be shut down for 21 months due to earthquake damage. The consequences of the Tōhoku earthquake and subsequent tsunami in 2011 for the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant were therefore anything but a surprise, but rather a disaster with an announcement. The question was not if, but when the catastrophe would occur.

What have we learned from this? Nothing. In March 2022, a majority of Japanese voted in favor of nuclear energy for the first time since 2011. In 2022 and 2023, the Japanese government adopted guidelines that provide for the lifetime of existing reactors to be extended beyond the previous limit of 60 years. And the current government under Prime Minister Fumio Kishida is even planning to build new nuclear power plants: “We need to make full use of nuclear energy”. In order to reduce its dependence on oil and gas imports, avoid electricity shortages and achieve its climate protection targets more easily. But at what cost?

Four lithospheric plates - the Eurasian, North American, Pacific and Philippine plates - meet beneath Japan. At their boundaries, the permanent plate displacement creates tensions that must discharge regularly but unpredictably - in the form of earthquakes that lead to tsunamis in the sea. Three-Mile-Island and Chernobyl are hundreds of kilometers away from such influences. And the meltdowns happened anyway. In Japan, it has always been madness to build such sensitive systems as nuclear power plants. And it will always be.

Good News of the Week

Oops, they did it again. The International Criminal Court in The Hague has issued an arrest warrant for a top politician. Last time, all the staunch democrats applauded - because it was issued against Vladimir Putin for war crimes against Ukrainians. This time, far fewer apparently convinced Democrats are applauding - because it was issued against Benjamin Netanyahu for war crimes against Palestinians. At this point, I must once again make one thing very clear: I am a German. Who is fully aware of the historical guilt that our nation has for the suffering of the Jewish people. And who nevertheless refuses, as is expected of Germans and usually happens reflexively, to criticize nothing and absolutely nothing that Israel does.

Okay, now let's all take a deep breath and devote ourselves to the facts without any emotion. All kinds of independent observers - from journalists to the Red Cross to the United Nations - agree that the actions of the Israeli military in Gaza are also massively endangering the life and limb of civilians. To put it mildly, 43,972 people have been killed and 104,008 injured - according to figures released by the Israeli military itself on November 21, 2024. And according to the Geneva Conventions, this is a war crime. For which the head of state is, so to speak, vicariously liable under international law. In the past, no one has doubted this in the case of African despots, and they have not slaughtered thousands single-handedly either.

Many victims on the Palestinian side are not even in focus. This is because they live in the Israeli heartland, with many families having been resident there long before the Israeli state was founded. And they come to terms with their Jewish neighbors. After all, they are all human beings and not everyone allows themselves to be radicalized by political or ideological currents. And these Palestinians are now suffering from a tipped mood. And little Fatima wonders in the playground why little Sarah is no longer allowed to play with her. The same applies to the labor market, where low-skilled jobs were traditionally held by Palestinians. Now they are being thrown out and replaced by guest workers from India or Pakistan - “Hindus only” is the slogan of the hour.

At this point I have to take a short detour. Apartheid in South Africa shaped my political youth. In 1987, I enthusiastically sang along to white Zulu Johnny Clegg and Savuka: Asimbonanga, Asimbonang′ uMandela thina, Laph'ekhona, Laph′ehfeli khona. We have not seen him, We have not seen Mandela, In the place where he is, In the place where he is kept. “Free Mandela” was one of the first political pins I pinned to my school backpack back then. And when Nelson Mandela, Madiba, Tata, became South Africa's first truly freely elected president in 1994 and didn't spend a second contemplating revenge that would have been so well understood, I was proud to be a young man working for the South African Economic Consul to get the country back on its feet after years of sanctions.

What Israel is doing to the Palestinians is nothing less than apartheid. Part of the population is treated as second-class citizens. This has always been unjust and inhumane. And it will always remain unjust and inhumane. Condemning this has nothing whatsoever to do with anti-Semitism. It's also not automatically sexist if I think a female colleague is stupid. After all, I don't think that because she's a woman. It's because I think she's stupid.

The latest chapter is the so-called “administrative detention” that Israel has invented. In principle, this means being arrested without any concrete accusation or suspicion. Just like that. Which should not exist in a state governed by the rule of law. This is how Israel is taking action against terror suspects in the West Bank. And now there should only be detention for Palestinians. And no longer for Israeli settlers, even though they are known to be much more militant.

The whole thing makes me so incredibly sad. And I would be so incredibly happy if someone were held accountable for this. Preferably Benjamin Netanyahu. I have no illusions that one day he will actually sit in the dock, let alone be convicted. But I find it more than just symbolic value that an internationally recognized institution based in Europe has come to the conclusion, that he would deserve it. And nobody is above the law.

I couldn't care less...

...about the ridiculous results of the UN Climate Change Conference COP29 in Baku, Azerbaijan. “When reality doesn't give more” is the headline of the German Tagesschau news portal. And that is exactly what happened: not enough was given. Especially from the rich polluter countries in the North to the poor countries in the global South that are suffering the most from the consequences. My hopes are now pinned on the next conference in Brazil. Because Lula da Silva is undoubtedly the most convinced ecologist of all the G20 heads of state.

It's fine with me...

...that the SPD once again wants to go into the early federal elections with Olaf Scholz as its lead candidate. A spirit of optimism and glamor may look different to the beleaguered Chancellor, who is not called “Scholz-o-mat” for nothing. But he stands with both feet in the here and now and follows a solid moral compass. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said of his main rival - the conservative candidate Friedrich Merz, who is far ahead in all polls. It's rare that Russia and I are of the same opinion: Scholz is the lesser evil.

As I write this...

...as a Swede, I would be reading the booklet “When a crisis or war comes”. The Swedish Civil Protection Agency (MSB) wants to prepare the population for an emergency with this information brochure, which has been sent to all households: “The security situation is serious and we must all strengthen our resilience in order to be able to face various crises and ultimately a war”. This reminds me darkly of the Cold War era with its fear of a fatal nuclear strike.

Post Scriptum

A colorful coalition - the red-yellow-green traffic light coalition of Social Democrats, Liberals and Greens - has just collapsed at federal level in Germany and it is almost surprising how long it has lasted without a fundamental consensus. Another colorful coalition - the black-purple-red blackberry coalition of conservatives, populists and social democrats - has just come together at state level in Thuringia and it is surprising that they have found a basic consensus.

A general newcomer, and not only in this constellation, is the populist party Bündnis Sahra Wagenknecht (Alliance Sahra Wagenknecht). Formed less than a year ago through a split from The Left, it is difficult to categorize, as the party is considered left-wing in socio-economic terms and right-wing in socio-cultural terms. As a protest party, the BSW was quickly accused of focusing on fundamental opposition and shying away from taking responsibility.

This is why the down-to-earth pragmatism with which the Thuringian state association has set itself apart from its eponymous founder and drawn up a coalition agreement with the CDU and SPD is surprising. And regardless of what this agreement says, it is already a democratic victory. Because the association of these three parties prevents the election winner AfD (Alternative für Deutschland / Alternative for Germany), which is classified in Thuringia as definitely right-wing extremist, from taking power. Thank you.

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talesfromtheasterism · 1 year ago

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My most ecstatic greetings to beyond the Starweaver's veil!

It is a privilege beyond words to have my penstrokes read by those outside the Asterism! This celestial palace has been the entirety of my world for all of my long life, and to take the mantle of introducing it to another realm entirely is a surreally thrilling prospect.

Such is the breadth and quantity of material I have to convey, I myself seem trivial in comparison. But my confidant, who will distribute these writings, has insisted I introduce my humble self. I am a wandering trader of the Asterism, making a living in service to exotic customers across the New Tapestry. The only faculties of interest I possess are my talents for navigation between the four realms for my business, and perhaps the esoteric knowledge I pick up now and then in each. My work is often… furtive, to the point of endangering my identity, so most with whom I build a rapport call me their Friend in Commerce.

Myself and my confidant have bartered a wonderful arrangement: throughout my years in service to collectors and adventurers of this world between worlds, I have amassed a great repository of knowledge, accounts and documents from every corner of the Asterism. They shall be forthcoming, as I send the writings - some bespokely penned, others old and resurfaced correspondence - in the rare baggage of travellers between our two planes, for our confidant to distribute (I have, after much effort, given up trying to understand his means of sharing them, but I am told it is similar to the military commnet of the Bloodstar Republic). I hope these recounts will enlighten you on this magnificent pocket of stars, this waking dream, the nephilim's redemption and the Starweaver's masterpiece by which all forces of creation may rally behind.

A pleasure to serve.

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Editor's Note: More works by the Friend in Commerce will be published as they are sent to me, transcribed, and scrutinised for compromising info. The former may take a while - interdimensional post is even more tedious than you'd think.

#writing #fantasy world #short story #fantasy #stars #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #creative writing #asterism #tales from the asterism

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rametarin · 8 months ago

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Some US American Tankie: "THIS ISN'T WW3, IT'S JUST IMPERIALIST AMERIKKKA BULLYING POOW DEFENSEWESS WIDDLE SOCIAWIST BABY NATIONS AND BROWN PEOPLE, AGAIN. :CCCC STUPID WHITE SUPREMACIST FASCIST AMERIKKKAAAA!"

Some Eastern European: "Hey. Heeeeeeey. Yes fuck white supremacist evil stinkbad imperialist Amerikkka, but you tankies often defend the USSR and Russia! USSR were colonizers and imperialists too, but you weak westerners stan for it just because you hate Amerikkka!"

Hahaha. Yeah why do they do that, Sofia? It's almost like the imperialistic Russo-Supremacist Marxist totalitarian hellhole of Socialist republics and Russian satellite states ran around getting theater kids, smarmy pseudo-intellectuals, some bleeding heart intellectuals, counter culture creaks and junkies to run around screaming about how the USA is just a white supremacist colonial imperialist power, to contrast how they characterized themselves as anti-racist, anti-colonial, anti-inequality, or something. And you're still living in that funky, romantic bubble where the USA is just bad faith, greed and racism incarnate, while the other guy in the room is innocent to beneficent. The side closest to Russia is just burnt to char from exposure where what you imagined does not meet the reality. You're still parroting the brain dead rot that Russia used to positively publicize itself. You're still echoing the tankie and general leftist horse shit.

You're totally willing to buy into the rest of the Russian propaganda, just call out the stuff they say about Ukraine. Suddenly you can see through the bullshit and give nuance and contradiction to the party line when it affects YOU personally.

The facts are, Russia and agents/guerillas operating on behalf of Russia, or proxies operating on behalf of Russia, have been active across South America since Red Revolution was a thing. The people running around screaming about how the United States is a colonialist, occupying power are just the publicity wing for the red revolution sore losers, mad that there's any intervention there whatsoever.

And like complete god damned hypocrites, you can SEE, you KNOW the history of Russia doing that shit IN UKRAINE, and YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY to parrot Russia's disingenuous accusations and their sycophantic, tweed wearing burnt out Marxist faux-intellectual simps in every coffee bar or secret library of leftist repository literature across the world. You see your own situation as unique?! Get over yourself.

Fuck the curtain, pull it away. American "colonialism" since the Soviets became a thing, and a little before when socialist revolutionaries became cliches in beer and coffee houses internationally, has always been stopping Russian attempts to subvert, disrupt, suppress, bolshevize, destabilize and incite domestic takeovers across the world. Them screaming and reinterpreting history has always been the big game board equivalent of a dude cheating at cards getting mad when they're beaten at their own game, before banging the table, glaring at the USA and yelling, "YOU CHEATING FUCK! STOP GETTING IN MY WAY!!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT STANDING UP TO ME!"

That's the tea. Fucking drink it and grow up. The last god damned CENTURY and change has been the USA sometimes subtly, sometimes overtly, getting in Imperialist Russia's way, spoiling their attempts at takeover and political and social and economic upheavel. And when it happens, they fire up the propaganda wing and scream, "America's being racist and colonialist again! Look!!" While omitting the dirty shit the USSR or unassociated socialist sympathizers are also trying to do.

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promisecitymoments · 1 year ago

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What is Promise City? An Examination of the Modern Lie

It was the middle years of the 21st century. As the world fell deeper into disorder and chaos, a resolution was passed by the UN - build impenetrable fortress-cities, one for each region of the world. Sworn to perpetual neutrality and serving as a grand, living repository for all cultures and peoples, Promise City is the jewel of the United Nations Megacity initiative, and home to upwards of eighty nine million people.

It is called home by people from every corner of the world, who speak every language, making it a wildly diverse place. The City was planned from the ground up, fanning out from its centre in the First District, now called the High Rise.

The City is divided into 13 Districts, each of which serves a different purpose. From the desolate and collapsing streets of the Basilissa Exclusion Zone to the highly pedestrianised and narrow backroads of Nihonmachi District, the purpose and peoples of the City can change on an almost street-to-street basis.

Most of the Districts are partially built on or straddle the river Vitae, a huge estuary which has been artificially widened as the years have passed to accommodate the continuous traffic going to and from the City's major industrial centres and the ports of the world. It didn't start with the name, but was rechristened when its expansion began, for from the beginning it was intended to be the City's primary artery, the vein that pumped its lifeblood to its heart.

The dream of Promise broke under the weight of the modern world as the global scene made slow steps towards order and peace and a new agent of governance emerged. It took cues from the chaebol conglomerates of the Korean republic, the zaibatsus of the new Japan, the oligarchic kleptocracies of Russia and the runaway monopolies of America.

It became something new, with power transcending that of national governments. It became the modern multinational corporation, an organisational and logistical superstructure with fingers and operations all across the globe, their origins swaddled in mystery and their servants in the hundreds of thousands.

The concept of the nation-state is now a joke, a foreign idea taken seriously only in corners of the world that the average metropolitan never needs to think of. And the worst part? The people of the ever-shrinking middle class were more than keen to look the other way, as long as the wages were good and the abuses were just out of sight.

In Promise City there emerged three corporations of supreme importance.

The first was Byzantion Security Systems, an electronics, military technology and communications magnate. It was the first among equals, the largest company in all the world.

Second to it were two, ÆSIR Arms and Machinery and Tlalocan Ltd., companies which both survive on the military-industrial complex that has ripped the third world asunder. Each was like a kingdom, an empire unto itself, their CEOs like Gods among men. Their employees numbered in the indirect millions, in every corner of the earth, in every business imaginable. In the modern age, it is almost impossible to do business without crossing one of the Three, or, failing that, without crossing another of the major corporations in the world.

Their positions as the leaders of the world seemed unshakeable. They could not be touched, no matter what resistance was mounted against them. Public or private, it seemed like nothing could be done to halt the corporations.

Then came October 21st, 20XX. Judgement Day.

The City ground to a halt that cold autumn afternoon, forced to watch as a monstrous machine brought entire blocks down in its rampage. Thousands were killed in the District of Paxtonville and the High Rise almost immediately, and further thousands were displaced all across the rest of the City.

With the sudden and violent dissolution of the Byzantion Group by its former CEO/CSO Alexios Konstantinatos, a power vacuum unlike anything as seen in living memory was suddenly created in every corner of the globe.

Infrastructure totally broke down wherever Byzantion’s influence could be felt, the company’s assets were suddenly fair game to anyone who could scrape up the funds and hundreds of thousands of people, involved with the corporation at every level of production and distribution, were suddenly without work.

The world economy quickly crashed with this essential link in the global chain removed. It’s been a year and though the company’s rivals have moved fast, they are only now starting to put the pieces of the world back together.

Trade is still limited to short distances through motor convoys and trains, with international shipping having all but ceased except in cases of extreme duress, such as the humanitarian crisis and complete breakdown of civil order faced here.

In the rubble, the UN has stepped in to revive the now-paralyzed City authorities and rebuild the City’s domestic law enforcement unit, the Promise City Police Department (PCPD). However, their influence is far from absolute - running the streets are gangs of every shape, size and stripe, from typical criminal groups preying on vice and need to organised groups of political agitators and to fringe sects of complete extremists.

There is no more global order. Stability is a myth, a thing of the past. Rubble and seemingly endless corpses have done nothing to stymie the ambitions of pushers and hustlers, those obsessed with status and wealth. At the end of the day, there are still plenty of jobs out there that need doing, and plenty of people willing to risk it all to do them. The world is rudderless, the City insane…

… and in this madness there exist chances one can only dream of.

#cyberpunk #fiction #unreality #future #city #futuristic #Promise City #original character #sci fi #urban decay #literature #ttrpg #mecha #high tech #low life #tw: disasters #tw: mass casualties

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supergardenerbear · 1 year ago

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Gaze upon the attractions of Palazzo Vecchio

Pallazo Vecchio located in Florence, Italy

Let's delve into the brief history of Palazzo Vecchio

The history of Palazzo Vecchio dates back to 1299 when the citizens of Florence decided to erect a grand palace to house their government institutions. It was to stand as a symbol of the republic's power and the people's authority. The renowned architect Arnolfo di Cambio, known for his work on the Florence Cathedral and the Santa Croce Church, undertook this ambitious project on the remnants of the Palazzo dei Fanti and the Palazzo dell'Esecutore di Giustizia in Piazza della Signoria. As was customary for major constructions of that era, multiple generations were involved in its completion, leading to various modifications and expansions.

In the 16th century, Cosimo I de Medici orchestrated a significant renovation and embellishment of the building, transforming it into his residence, thus bestowing upon it the name "Ducal Palace." Subsequently, Cosimo I moved his residence to the Pitti Palace, and the Palazzo Ducale became known as Palazzo Vecchio, serving as the hub of government offices and a repository for valuable items.

Cosimo I also commissioned the construction of a connecting corridor, the Vasari Corridor, which linked the Pitti Palace with the administrative offices, now known as the Uffizi Gallery, and Palazzo Vecchio. This corridor provided a more convenient and private means of moving between these locations.

The Current Status of Palazzo Vecchio

Throughout its extensive history, the palace has gone by various names. Its original name was Palazzo della Signoria, which was later changed to Palazzo Vecchio when the Medici court relocated to the Pitti Palace. Currently, Palazzo Vecchio serves as the home of the Museo dei Ragazzi, and it houses the administrative offices of the Town Hall. Additionally, the Cinquecento Hall, which still retains its original function, hosts special audiences and events.

Fascinating Tidbits about Palazzo Vecchio

Were you aware that Palazzo Vecchio is situated in Piazza della Signoria, the most prominent square in Florence? This stunning square is nestled between Piazza del Duomo and the Arno River, and Palazzo Vecchio stands as its most iconic edifice. Adorning its entrance are remarkable sculptures, including depictions of Adam and Eve, a copy of Michelangelo's David, and Hercules and Cacus. The square also features the Loggia dei Lanzi, the Fountain of Neptune, and the equestrian statue of Cosimo I.

Did you know that within Palazzo Vecchio, a network of concealed passages exists? These secret passages, commissioned by the Medici, served as escape routes from potential threats and as repositories for precious items. For instance, concealed behind the map of Armenia in the Stanza delle Mappe (The Map Room) is a hidden entrance leading to the dressing room of Duchess Bianca Capello, the second wife of Francesco I.

Why a Visit to Palazzo Vecchio is an Absolute Must

A journey to Florence, the birthplace of the Italian Renaissance, would be incomplete without a visit to the iconic Palazzo Vecchio. This historical gem, also known as the Old Palace, stands as one of the most renowned symbols of the city. Constructed in the likeness of a formidable castle, with a towering 94-meter-high tower, it was built between 1299 and 1314. Palazzo Vecchio was intended to serve as both the residence and workplace of republic officials, offering a captivating array of rooms, each with its own distinctive character.

Your exploration of Palazzo Vecchio commences in the grand "Salone dei Cinquecento" (Hall of the Five Hundreds), an expansive chamber that spans an impressive 54 meters in length, 22 meters in width, and soars to a height of 17 meters, rendering it the largest room in all of Florence. This awe-inspiring historical landmark promises an unforgettable journey through the heart of the Italian Renaissance. So, why wait? Embark on an adventure through history at Palazzo Vecchio today!

How to Explore Palazzo Vecchio (Old Palace)

Visiting Palazzo Vecchio, a symbol of Florence's civil power for over seven centuries, offers an enriching historical experience, best accompanied by an expert guide's insights.

To embark on this journey, you can secure entry to the building by purchasing a Palazzo Vecchio admission ticket combined with the Audio Guide of Florence, which comes with priority entrance privileges.

A variety of tour options are available, catering to diverse interests. These range from the traditional Palazzo Vecchio tour to the guided exploration of Dan Brown's Inferno, delving into the palace's more enigmatic aspects. Of course, opting for a private guide is also highly recommended. These itineraries are versatile and can be tailored to your preferences. For example, the private tour based on Dan Brown's Inferno and the Boboli Gardens will immerse you in the very locations vividly described in the famous book, creating a truly personalized and memorable experience.

Travel Route from the Philippines to Palazzo Vecchio in Florence, Italy:

1. **Philippines to Rome, Italy by Air:**

- Start your journey by booking a flight from the Philippines to Rome, Italy. The main international airport in Rome is Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport (FCO).

2. **Transfer to Florence:**

- After arriving in Rome, you can choose to take a connecting flight to Florence. Florence's main airport is Amerigo Vespucci Airport (FLR). Alternatively, you can take a train or bus from Rome to Florence if you prefer overland travel.

3. **Arriving in Florence:**

- Once in Florence, you'll find yourself in the heart of the city. Palazzo Vecchio is located in the historic center, specifically in Piazza della Signoria. You can reach it by walking, as Florence is a very pedestrian-friendly city.

4. **Exploring Palazzo Vecchio:**

- Upon reaching Piazza della Signoria, you'll see the impressive Palazzo Vecchio. Purchase your admission ticket at the entrance and begin your exploration of this historic landmark.

Remember to check the latest travel regulations, flight availability, and visa requirements before planning your trip, as they may change.

Enjoy your journey to Palazzo Vecchio!

Reference:

Florence Museum. (n.d.). Palazzo Vecchio. https://www.florence-museum.com/palazzo-vecchio.php

#travel #traveling #photography #aesthetic

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bylightofdawn · 2 years ago

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El's Fanfiction Post

A repository of my various Star Wars series and one-shots as well as other fics I've written for various fandoms.

STAR WARS FANFICTION

Between the Stars Verse

Stars and the Spaces Between Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Some violence, major canon divergence. This is a bastardized combination of old Legends Canon and Disney Cannon Summary: A Jedi and a Mand'alor find themselves thrust into an untenable situation where they have to put aside their theological differences in order to survive. In doing so, they learn maybe they have more in common with one another than either thought possible. Word Count: 22,623 Chapters: 5/5 Status: Complete Link: Here

Finding the Middle Ground Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: None to speak of, Mandos being Mandos, some fluff Summary: The continued adventures of a Jedi and a Mand'alor navigating the tenuous edges between friendship and a slow-blossoming romance Word Count: 8,375 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Seeds For the Future Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon, Additional relationships to be added Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Mandalorian Civil War, some political drama, some violence and angst. Summary: Jaster Mereel was always going to go down in history as being either one of the best or worst Mand'alor. At the end of the day, it depends on which part of the political spectrum you fall. When he brings Mandalore to the table to hold talks on potentially opening Mandalore's borders to the Galactic Republic and their ancient enemies, it met with mixed reactions. This only further emboldens Death Watch to step up their attempts to disrupt the peace talks and could ruin any hope of Mandalore stepping further onto the galactic stage. Set against this political nightmare is the continued relationship between the Mand'alor and his secret Jedi lover. But secrets are prone to be revealed at inopportune times. Word Count: 196,215 Chapters 40/40 Status: Complete Link: Here

Tend to the Flame (and worship the ashes) Verse

A Fragile World Between Sharp Teeth Major Relationships: Commander Cody & Clone Trooper Slick, Commander Cody & Captain Rex Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Angst, hurt and no comfort for a sizable chunk of the fic. Some mild gore in relation to medical crisis but nothing overt. Lots of anger and dysfunctional relationships. But it will have an eventual bittersweet happy ending. Summary: Making the conscious decision to desert from the Empire was perhaps the most terrifying choice he’d ever made in his entire life. But Cody finds life on the run harder than he ever expected. When he's at his lowest, a helping hand is offered to him, but it's not one he is willing to accept so readily. Can two clones who hate each other's guts find their way to common ground and maybe even a place of healing, or will they kill one another first? Word Count: 25,109 Chapter: 8/8 Status: Complete Link: Here

Flickers in the Storm (inside of me) Major Relationships: Alpha-17/Shaak Ti Rating: Mature Tags & Warnings: Some sexual content, Post Order 66 canon divergence AU, Sexual exploration, Demisexuality. Tooth-rotting fluff. Found family Summary: Two years after Order 66, during the middle of the worst rainy season on Felucia, an Alpha Class ARC trooper and the on the run Jedi he's been protecting navigate the murky waters of their relationship. A clone should not want his Jedi but Alpha-17 has always been an unusual clone and Shaak Ti has never been your average Jedi. Word Count: 6,834 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

What comes next? Major Relationships: Commander Bly/Aayla Secura & Quinlan Vos/Asajj Ventress, Rating: Gen Tags & Warnings: Angst. Grief and mourning, post Order 66 and all the trauma that comes with that. Some minor suicidal ideation. Summary: A Jedi and a clone commander, two men broken by lost love and grief try to find forgiveness in a universe where such things are hard to find. Word Count: 2,859 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

What We Left Behind

Major Relationships: Delta Squad, no pairings just all the Delta Squad feels Rating: Gen Tags & Warnings: Post-Canon: What if Sev ended up joining the Rebellion, Reunions, Walon Vau's zero percent approval rating Summary: “This better be life or death, I was in a karking meeting with the general.” The years being a rebel hadn’t done a lot to soften the more jagged and sharp edges of Sev’s personality but his second in command was made of sterner stuff. “I know, boss, but we need you down at the shuttle bay now. A bunch of guys dressed up in Mandalorian armor showed up here demanding to see you.” His second in command said, sounding remarkably calm all things considered. Few things managed to fluster Arani Vane, a trait Sev greatly appreciated in his second. “Fierfek, on my way.” Word Count: 7,629 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Turning the Pages Verse

The Promise of the Future Major Relationships: Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, copious amounts of mutual pining and people being dumb. Ship teasing and never quite managing to cross that line Summary: In the waning days of the war, Cody and Obi-Wan are tentatively hopeful for the future. Until news of Qui-Gon's death reaches them and that hope turns to despair with the realization that everything they'd been hoping for was now in jeopardy and the future is suddenly very uncertain. Word Count: 4,124 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

It Only Knocks Twice Major Relationships: Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Commander Cody & Ghost Company Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, copious amounts of mutual pining and people being dumb, poor communication skills, eventual people get their shit together, happy ending. Summary: A decade and three thousand kilometers later every time Cody saw the sun sparking off of that familiar shade of burnished copper, he found his eye drawn to it out of habit alone. He'd spent three long years trying to follow flashes of that bright reddish-gold hair stuffed hastily under a helmet across a battlefield, it was just habit by now. One that wasn’t easily broken even after a decade apparently. Cody caught the flash of bright hair from the corner of his eye but this time, when he turned to look instead of seeing yet another unfamiliar face, his eyes caught in profile a face he hadn’t expected to see ever again. Word Count: 34,487 Chapters: 8/8 Status: Complete Link: Here

Far From Home Major Relationships: Waxer/Boil, Waxer & Boil & Numa found family. Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, Found Family, technically clonecest but neither are related in this fic. Summary: Boil finally comes home after retiring from active duty to be with his husband and his adopted daughter. If only the universe would cooperate with that end goal. Word Count: 4,505 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Not a Clockwork Romance Major Relationships: Commander Fox/Quinlan Vos, background Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Bly/Aayla Secura Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Modern AU, Fox and Quin's terrible emotional intelligence, Enemies, to fuckbuddies, to something more? Poor communication skills. Summary: Fox and Quinlan have been secret fuckbuddies for a while and that has worked for them up until this point. But when the lives of their closest friends grow and mature, they are forced to examine their own relationship in a new light. Maybe they both want something more than just a quick roll in the hay but good luck getting either of them to admit that. Word Count: 11,942 Chapters: 3/3 Status: Complete Link: Here

The Universe In Motion Verse

Stars and the Spaces Between Song: Sun Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Some violence, major canon divergence. This is a bastardized combination of old Legends Canon and Disney Cannon Summary: A Jedi and a Mand'alor find themselves thrust into an untenable situation where they have to put aside their theological differences in order to survive. In doing so, they learn maybe they have more in common with one another than either thought possible. Word Count: 22,623 Chapters: 5/5 Status: Complete Link: Here

Finding the Middle Ground Song: Mercury Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon Rating: Teen Content Warnings: None to speak of, Mandos being Mandos, some fluff Summary: The continued adventures of a Jedi and a Mand'alor navigating the tenuous edges between friendship and a slow-blossoming romance Word Count: 8,375 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Flickers in the Storm (inside of me) Song: Venus Major Relationships: Alpha-17/Shaak Ti Rating: Mature Tags & Warnings: Some sexual content, Post Order 66 canon divergence AU, Sexual exploration, Demisexuality. Tooth-rotting fluff. Found family Summary: Two years after Order 66, during the middle of the worst rainy season on Felucia, an Alpha Class ARC trooper and the on the run Jedi he's been protecting navigate the murky waters of their relationship. A clone should not want his Jedi but Alpha-17 has always been an unusual clone and Shaak Ti has never been your average Jedi. Word Count: 6,834 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Seeds For the Future Song: Earth Major Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Plo Koon, Jaster Mereel & Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel & Plo Koon, Additional relationships to be added Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Mandalorian Civil War, some political drama, some violence and angst. Summary: Jaster Mereel was always going to go down in history as being either one of the best or worst Mand'alor. At the end of the day, it depends on which part of the political spectrum you fall. When he brings Mandalore to the table to hold talks on potentially opening Mandalore's borders to the Galactic Republic and their ancient enemies, it met with mixed reactions. This only further emboldens Death Watch to step up their attempts to disrupt the peace talks and could ruin any hope of Mandalore stepping further onto the galactic stage. Set against this political nightmare is the continued relationship between the Mand'alor and his secret Jedi lover. But secrets are prone to be revealed at inopportune times. Word Count: 196,215 Chapters 40/40 Status: Complete Link: Here What We Left Behind Song: Mars Major Relationships: Delta Squad, no pairings just all the Delta Squad feels Rating: Gen Tags & Warnings: Post-Canon: What if Sev ended up joining the Rebellion, Reunions, Walon Vau's zero percent approval rating Summary: “This better be life or death, I was in a karking meeting with the general.” The years being a rebel hadn’t done a lot to soften the more jagged and sharp edges of Sev’s personality but his second in command was made of sterner stuff. “I know, boss, but we need you down at the shuttle bay now. A bunch of guys dressed up in Mandalorian armor showed up here demanding to see you.” His second in command said, sounding remarkably calm all things considered. Few things managed to fluster Arani Vane, a trait Sev greatly appreciated in his second. “Fierfek, on my way.” Word Count: 7,629 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

One-Shots

Dulce et Decorum est Major Relationships: Commander Cody & Captain Rex Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Post Battle of Geonosis, the horrors of war and how terrible clone lives are. Summary: To a clone, the best sort of death is to die for their Jedi and for the Republic, that is something that has been told to them since they were decanted. Over and over again like a mantra until it is woven into the fabric of their very realities. But after their first taste of battle, a young clone is forced to face the fact that maybe there should be more to their lives than to just die for the Republic. Word Count: 5,012 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

How Quiet Its Death Major Relationships: Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Major character death, nothing but angst and pain found here, bad ending. Aftermath of grief and violence. Summary: A fleeting reunion twenty years in the making, yet it's the very last thing the man simply known as Ben Kenobi these days had expected to happen one fateful day in the dusty streets of Anchorhead. Word Count: 5,774 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Safe in Your Hands Major Relationships: Commander Grey/Depa Billaba Rating: Explicit Tags & Warnings: Explicit sexual content. This is smut with some illicit fluff mixed in. A hint of femme domme Depa. Summary: Reunited with his General after six long months of separation after the disastrous battle of Haruun Kal, a clone commander and his Jedi general have face uncertainty of the future and seek to reaffirm their relationship which has been damaged by time and trauma. Word Count: 9,655 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

The Art of Decompression Major Relationships: Commander Fox/Unnamed Lover Rating: Explicit Tags & Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Light dom/sub, praise kink, come marking, a love note to Fox's fat tits Summary: It was a bad habit he’d begun and one he wished he could kick but it always seemed to build like an itch under his skin that would not go away until it had been scratched. After a few minutes of consideration, he pulled out his comlink and dialed an all too familiar number. Word Count: 4,712 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Link: Here

Those Who Made It Home Major Relationships: CodyWan, Cody & Rex friendship. Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Aftermath of temporary character death, trauma, terrible mental health practices. Drinking to cope,It does have a happy ending. Summary: The price of waiting too long is that one day it might be too late and then you are left with a lifetime of regret. When Obi-Wan is seemingly killed by a sniper's bullet, Cody is left to pick up the pieces. This is the Deception Arc from mainly Cody's POV and the fall-out from that deception. Link: Here Status: Complete Word Count: 19,528 Chapters: 5/5 Status: Complete Link: Here

FINAL FANTASY VIII FANFICTION

Making Bets With the Devil Major Relationships: Rufus Shinra/Reeve Tuesti , Rufus Shinra & Reeve Tuesti, Rufus Shinra & The Turks Tseng & Reeve Tuesti Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Post-Meteorfall, Enemies to Friends to Lovers,Gray Morality, Angst, Blending elements of the OG Game and the Reboot Games, Angst with a Happy Ending, The long and winding road to redemption . Summary: In a post-Meterofall world, Reeve Tuesti tries to sever ties with Shinra in order to make his own way into the world. Rufus makes him an offer he cannot refuse. The offer of a full year of financing from the SEPC if he can prove he can stand on his own two feet without the help of Shinra.

What he didn't count on was a slowly budding relationship between himself and a man who might be the literal devil. Meanwhile, Rufus Shinra is dealing with the depressing view of his future and his seemingly painful inevitable death, and perhaps through Reeve he might actually have a second chance at making amends for the mistakes he's made in the past. Not that he can come out and admit that because Rufus Shinra isn't the kind of man who lays all his cards on the table. Word Count: 17,978 Chapters: 4/6 Status: WIP Link: Here

WITCHER FANFICTION

Tomorrow May Be Too Late Verse

Maybe Tomorrow is a Better Day Major Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Gallatin, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Gallatin Cahir, Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Emhyr var Emreis Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Heavy Angst, Season 3 Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Temporary Character Death, Alternate Universe - Time Loop Summary: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach finds himself cursed to relive one of the worst days of his life. In the process, he goes a little bit mad, but maybe, just maybe, he will find a way of escaping his own personal hell with his sanity and Gallatin's life intact. Word Count: 14,568 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete Link: Here

Tomorrow May Be Gone Major Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Gallatin, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Gallatin Rating: Teen Tags & Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Medical Inaccuracies, Injury Recovery, Developing Relationship, Witcher Season 3 spoilers Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Gratuitous Amounts of Pining Summary: Cahir and Gallatin travels have taken them to the shores of Thanedd where they are caught up in the aftermath of the Coup. Cahir is gravely wounded in the fighting, and it's up to Gallatin to keep him alive. The road toward recovery isn't easy but the shattered trust between them is mended along the way. Maybe there is still hope for them after all as they try and navigate these new waters. Word Count: 18,107 Chapters: 8/8 Status: Complete Link: Here

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