#TheESA

[absentmoon]

hes so funny like unironically

[acroagoraphobe]

I remember one of my first couriers was a cis biromantic girl who got top surgery because she wanted to (and so she could be a cyborg easier) and was buddies with arcade.

Theesa was her name, she was silly. She was also blind in an eye from a chemical accident.

[teragames]

ReedPop ya no realizará los futuros eventos del E3

ReedPop ya no será el organizador del @E3 ya que la @theESA prepara una reinvención del evento para el 2025.

La empresa responsable de eventos como la Comic-Con, ReedPop, ya no será la organizadora de la conferencia Electronic Entretainment Expo (E3) y, por su parte, la Asociación de Software y Entretenimiento (ESA) ha anunciado que pretenden llevar a cabo una reinvención de este evento para el año 2025. Aunque estaba planeado para volver a celebrarse en el verano de 2023, la conocida conferencia de…

[phosphosuppmain]

Meoowee

just a coupl tags for theesa one... No pressure!! @peppermintys @literallynowhere @dream-orchid

Can we do a picrew chain? please?

Take this uquiz

Do this picrew

this is pretty accurate except I dont have blue in my hair

nf for all ofc but ill tag my friends

@3-kids-in-a-trenchcoat @esotericisnotdead @river-blue @samijami @kirby-impostor @genderfcker @destructivelynch @moonsfavoritedaughter @vermilion-love @chocolate-cake-enthusiast @logicallyanxious9z @lunarsands @icefireanimates @that-one-furry-sky @selenadoom @davvero-annoiatx and anyone else who stumbles appon this!

[elmundotech]

InGaming: An Interview with #StanleyPierreLouis, President and CEO of the #EntertainmentSoftwareAssociation - #ESA #videogames #elmundotech https://wp.me/p3Le7j-ABc

[elfan22]

Broken Soul - Chapter Twenty-One sneakpeek

A/N: swearing, playful banter, Din flying like there's not a child in the ship that could get thrown around

~~~

Red bolts fly by the ship as an attacker shoots from behind. A comlink is active, allowing you to hear what the pursuer is saying to Din as he maneuvers the ship to avoid the blasts. You grab onto the copilot chair, where the kid is strapped safely, and you hold on for dear life as Din winds through space. The kid coos upon your arrival and you shoot a smile his way, giving his head a quick pat before bracing yourself for Din's next trick.

"Hand over the child and the girl, Mando." A man's voice sounds over the comlink, his tone full of warning as he continues to open fire on the Razor Crest.

"Din, what's going on?" you hiss as one of the blasts hits its target, sending electricity and sparks crackling over the cockpit. Din quickly glances over his shoulder to make sure that you're in a position where you can brace yourself for this escape attempt.

"I might let you live," the man on the comm continues.

Warning lights and alarms flash through the cockpit from the damage done by the incoming fire and you glance over them, trying to see how badly the ship had been hit. Din is looking frantically around the cockpit, trying to see the attacker through the glass of the cockpit window.

Another shot slams into the other side of the ship and the child whimpers by your side. You crouch down to his level, whispering to him to try to soothe him.

"Hey, theesa, it's going to be okay. Just hold on, okay?" You're trying to keep your voice calm and collected as Din continues to try to dodge the incoming attack.

The ship rocks aggressively as, once again, another shot slams into the ship, damaging one of the engines. Alarms blare through the cockpit and lights flash over the dash of the ship.

"Alora, hold on to something." Din's trying to do the same as you did with the child, sounding calm as his hands dance over the controls of the ship.

"What shit are you trying to pull?" you exclaim as you brace yourself against the copilot seat and the wall of the ship.

With a small smile, Din pulls back on the controls, making the Crest spin and directing it to flip around to avoid the hunter's attacks. You glance through the glass to see the pursuing ship and nerves creep into your gut as you realize just how close this hunter is.

"Din..." Your voice is wary as you stumble to try to keep an eye on the ship.

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold."

You whip your head around to look at Din, sensing a change in his emotions at the familiar phrase. The same phrase that he had said to you upon meeting in the forests of Endor... when he was your attacker.

The hunter opens fire once again, sending a flurry of red bolts toward the ship. Din burns with anger as he pulls back the controls, stalling the engines, and sending the Crest flying backward into the pursuing ship.

"Din!" you shout, panicked. You've seen someone fly like this before and you remember how his flying had made Master Kenobi nervous during a battle, especially when they were on the same ship.

I swear, Anakin's going to be the death of me and I wouldn't be surprised if it was when we were flying.

The Crest flies backward underneath the hunter's ship, leaving the pilot stunned as he watches his target disappear behind him. You can sense a twinge of panic coming from the pilot as he spins in his seat to look for the Razor Crest.

Din spurs the ship back to life when the hunter is in his sights and he aims the Crest's guns.

"That's my line."

With a single shot, Din hits the fuel cells of the bounty hunter's ship, sending it up into flames as the ship breaks apart in small explosions. There's a cutoff of the pilot's scream as the comlink crackles into static and you can no longer sense the bounty hunter's presence as he burns with his ship.

You lean against the wall of the ship, breath heaving from your chest as your panic fades. Din is frantically working over the dash of the ship as the alarms continue to blare. You can hear him flicking switches and pushing buttons as he assesses the damage that's been done.

"What the hell, Din," you breathe, staring at the back of his helmet as he focuses.

"We're losing fuel." His voice is monotone, trying to mask the panic that's set in his chest in this situation. It's not safe to be stuck in the middle of open space, especially not in the Outer Rim. A stranded ship is a prize for pirates or other predators looking for some fun. The engines power down and the cockpit flickers into darkness. The child giggles by your side and you smirk down at him for his strange choice of entertainment.

"Do you really need to do all that fancy flying when there's a kid here? I should put a bumper sticker on the ship. 'Baby on board'," you grumble as you unbuckle the kid and lift him from his seat.

The child giggles and coos as you take his place in the chair and set him on your lap.

"Hold on, kid. He might pull something else and get us killed," you say as you strap yourself in and hold the child in your arms.

"Don't be dramatic," Din says as he scours over the dashboard.

"Deciding to try a new trick last minute... Could've killed us."

"I knew what I was doing."

"...Sure. I'm all for some tricks but what you were doing was suicide."

"Like you could do better," Din snorts.

"Oh, I could. A similar maneuver, just in a better way. Keep in mind that I used to fly a starfighter for the Republic. I could fly circles around you, Buckets," you taunt, smirking as you do so.

"I'll take that as a challenge." Din can't help but don a similar smirk as he works.

~~~

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[starwarsfic]

I.48

Originally posted September 21, 2020

Summary: Senator Binks and Obi-Wan duck into the worst-best room during an attack on the Senate.

Details: Jar Jar/Jango/Obi-Wan. Senator Obi-Wan AU. Jaster Lived AU.

xxxxxx

The explosion rocked the Senate building, alarms blaring. But through that, Obi-Wan could sense the steady beat in the Force of danger approaching. He grabbed Jar Jar's arm, pulling him into the nearest room just as the lockdown announcement went live.

Opaque panels slammed down over the windows and the exit, trapping them in the room.

"Meesa thinking this no be a good thingie."

Obi-Wan grimaced, shaking his head. "It's an attack."

"How do you know that?"

Off on the other side of the room, dressed in well-maintained beskar'gam and aiming two blasters towards them, was a vaguely familiar figure. He had very good shielding, but Obi-Wan could still feel the suspicion leaking through them.

Obi-Wan and Jar Jar exchanged a glance, then looked back towards them. "Theesa the procedures."

"A lockdown like this would only be happening if they were trying to protect as many of us as possible from intruders," Obi-Wan agreed, and then, realizing where he knew that face from, added, "Ambassador."

The Mandalorian--Ambassador Jango Fett, the son of the current Mand'alor--seemed to consider them for a moment more before lowering, but not holstering, his blasters. "You know who I am, then, who are you?"

"Meesa Senator Jar Jar Binks of Naboo!"

"I'm Senator Obi-Wan, of Melida-Daan."

They sized each other up, Jar Jar shifting uncomfortably. The room, Obi-Wan realized, was one of the sitting rooms visiting dignitaries set to speak before the Senate were placed in. Fett had been scheduled to for this session, the first time anyone from the new version of Mandalore's government ever had. The attack was...suspiciously timed.

"So what can we expect?"

They all ducked there heads as the building rocked under another explosion, Obi-Wan's hand on the blaster under his coat as he studied the blocked doorway and wondered if they were actually getting closer, or if it was just all in his head. This reminded him far too much of the war and he only hoped he could keep a steady mind.

"Security are supposed to handle these, with help from law enforcement."

"Supposed to?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "If you're asking if I have faith in the competency of our security...well...."

They were more likely to take bribes from reporters and sexually harass aides than actually protect anyone, as far as he knew. There was a reason so many of the Senators relied on their own security or even tried to get Jedi bodyguards.

He frowned, staring at the wall that rested in the direction of the Temple. "We're close enough to the Jedi they might send some Knights," he allowed, skin crawling at the thought of facing any of them.

Fett let out a light string of curses in Mando'a. "So we can't actually depend on any help?"

"Where there be yousa guards, Ambassador?" Jar Jar asked, catching onto a detail that had slipped by Obi-Wan.

"They were checking the security of the pod I'd be using during the session. They're either also locked down, fighting the intruders, or dead."

Obi-Wan and Jar Jar both nodded in acknowledgement, accepting that as the truth.

Another explosion, this one definitely closer. "Ambassador, what are the chances they're after you?"

Fett grimaced. "High. This would be just the sort of thing those Kyr'tsad hut'uune would pull."

"Right."

Again, Obi-Wan and Jar Jar exchanged looks, then they were both pulling out the blasters they kept with them that technically they weren't supposed to have within the Senate. Fett tilted his chin up, clearly studying the two of them.

"The Senators for the Naboo Gungans and Melida-Daan?" The question was clearly rhetorical and Obi-Wan wasn't surprised that a Mandalorian would recognize other warrior cultures when given the chance. "Will that door hold?"

"Unlikely, if the blasts are still that strong." As if in response, another sounded, much closer. "There are partitions in the hallways to seal off each section, it sounds like they're forcing their way through to get to us."

It didn't take much more thought for the three of them to start moving, shifting furniture around to give them the best coverage. Jar Jar and he might have been able to hide out in a corner and let these terrorists murder the Ambassador and survive just fine, but there was no way to know that and he didn't think either of them could be so passive.

Jar Jar was too good of a person to do that, anyway. And while Obi-Wan had given up thinking of himself as a good person ten years ago, as he helped strap another fourteen year old into a vest covered in explosives and watched as they snuck into a town center, he still had some standards.

Besides, letting someone die on the hellhole that was Coruscant seemed so cruel.

When Death Watch reached them, they were clearly prepared for Jango, but just Jango. Three armed and trained opponents who had control of the room as they had to enter through a small doorway was something else entirely.

They were victorious, with minor injuries, in a matter of minutes.

"You clearly have a traitor," Obi-Wan pointed out to Fett as he helped bandage his arm, Jar Jar beside them looking through the possessions of the attackers.

Fett grumbled an acknowledgement, feeling as disgruntled as expected in the Force.

"...Thanks for the help," he said after that.

"Weesa should be doing the bomba celebration."

Obi-Wan pursed his lips. "Jar Jar, I doubt the Ambassador is into such things, no matter how adrenaline high he still is."

The curious look Fett gave them made Obi-Wan nearly break his act and smirk. "What's this?"

"The Gungans believe after a battle like this, the best way to release excess energy is through sex."

Fett's eyebrows shot up, but instead of immediately denying it, he glanced over them both. "...Aren't we expecting security?"

Jar Jar laughed. "Theysa be taken their good time. Meesa thinks theysa be hoping weesa be doing the cleanup."

"It would serve them right," Obi-Wan stated, allowing a grin, "if they walked in on something other than a fight."

He didn't know what Mandalorian folkways about casual sex were, but it wasn't really casual for the Melida-Daan if they'd been allies in battle. And from the considering look on Fett's face, Obi-Wan thought he'd agree.

xxxxxx

N/A: Dedicated to my beloved pack of sinners on my discord.

I didn't bother researching how to do Jar Jar's accent.

[karaokulta]

Thanks @TheESA and Michael Lewis / Kiyoshi Tsuru for coming over to share with us and support our association and industry. The information and time we spent together is priceless. #gamedev #indiedev #karaokulta #games @Karaokulta #culturakaraokulta (en Tecnológico De Monterrey Campus Guadalajara) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4xoXLGlvRS/?igshid=1wagrkbtiagi7

[jarpals]

And Now for Something Completely Different

Well, sort of...

A short extract from a story I’m working on: A recently widowed Captain Tarpals comes across a young runaway from the cadet program while out on the night patrol.

It was the first time he had ever ridden kaadu. You were a ways off the ground - a long, long way to fall, but it was quite exciting really. Djaja took a deep breath, pushing the jitters back down into his stomach, and tried to enjoy the ride. Captain Tarpals, sensing his unease, held the reins taut and slowed the kaadu down to a funeral pace.

You got a whole different view of the city from this vantage; the great expanse of bubble domes stretched out as far as the eye could see, like a clutch of glowing eggs. It was also much easier to orient yourself and after a quick scan of the horizon, Djaja spotted a dome with a distinctive spire.

"Where yousa hailen' from, then?"

"T’Inner ring.” He pointed to the distinctive, teardrop-shaped spire out towards the city centre. “That’sa my house, over there.”

Tarpals whistled through his teeth, "Fancy."

"Nosa really, weesa livin’ below-floor, by the kitchens. Weesa do the cookin’ for the Representative - Well, Maatra does, but my helps sometimes. Meesa guttin’ the fish and tossin’ the salad – and peelin’ the fruit, because theesa grand people not eatin’ skins.”

Now that he had gotten over his initial reserve, Djaja chattered away like the birds at dawn. Tarpals asked him what his specialty was, and he began telling him in great detail how they made their signature dish; curried clams. “Maatra openin’ up the clam - shesa be doin’ without breakin’ the shells - and meesa smash the herbs and the hot-seed into paste.” He mimed it out, pounding a fist against his open palm. He leant back and looked up at Tarpals with a little bashful smile, "There'sa really no wrong way to do it."

[aethergate]

now THEESA iseea podressa!

[onlyexplorer]

Europe has ended its collaboration with Russia within the framework of the ExoMars program

Europe has ended its collaboration with Russia within the framework of the ExoMars program

We knew that the Mars rover of Europe was no longer going to use a Russian rocket to reach the planet Marsnow ESA officials have just announced the definitive end of the partnership with Russia. The mission which was to send the European rover called Rosalind Franklin on Mars was developed by theESA in collaboration with the Russian space agency Roscosmos. It is part of a larger program…

[endangeredspeciescoalition]

A 2016 study found that species waited a median of 12 years to receive safeguards, in part due to funding shortfalls. At least 47 species have gone extinct waiting for protection. #Fund theESA, #StopExtinction

[teragames]

Oficialmente se cancela el E3 del 2023

"Teníamos que hacer lo correcto para la industria y lo correcto para el E3", así informó @theESA sobre la cancelación del #E32023.

Después de semanas de rumores y algunos anuncios públicos de los principales fabricantes de videojuegos sobre su participación en el E3, la  Electronic Software Association  y ReedPop confirmaron hoy que se ha candelado la edición de este año del Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3), que habría sido el primer evento en persona desde 2019. News on #E32023 from the source.…

[thirst-order-confession]

jar jar binks x reader nsfw pls xoxoxoxo

Meesa no like where theesa goin’! 

[elmundotech]

The ESA announces partnership with ReedPop for E3 2023

#TheESA announces partnership with #ReedPop for #E32023 - #videogames #elmundotech

The Entertainment Software Association announced today it will work with event production company ReedPop to organize E3 2023. ReedPop is already well-known for running events such as PAX, New York Comic-Con, Star Wars Celebration and Florida Supercon (which takes place this weekend). The ESA and ReedPop said E3 2023 will make its return in the second week of June 2023. The goal of the ESA is…

[airetail]

.@E3 2019 takes over the #LA Convention Center this week! http://bit.ly/2WABnAh @theESA #Videogames #software http://bit.ly/2Wteidy