#consistency i neer knew her

[whosname]

Hijikata's extension task rant

[Id. Gintama x Taskmaster fanart. Nine panels. Hijikata, waving his hands and getting increasingly angry, ranting "“Like, that blows my mind more than anything else. I thought on the day, oh, it’s bad enough that he’s done that, and put the cardboard on and gone, ‘This is an extension.’ And then just kind of looked at us, like, ‘What the fuck you gonna do about that?’ and then gone back in the house.” Utsuro stifles a worried giggle as Hijikata continues "I didn’t know he’d also gone, ‘Oh, the perfect stuff!’ And then done that shit!” Meanwhile Gintoki's is laughing with his hand on his face. End Id.]

Kind of adapted Taskmastercaps' id. Thank you for your service taskmastercaps.

[sarnai4]

Unpredictable

I have to hand it to Deuce Gorgon. There were several stereotypes I expected his character to fall into. First, he could've been the typical jerk who was popular for who knows what reason. I've seen many of these "cool guys" in shows before, but that's not Deuce. When Jackson is treated like an outcast for being half-human, he's the one to invite the new student to sit with him and Heath. Heck, Jackson is even Heath's cousin, but Deuce invites him over. He's consistently nice to the new students too like how he helped Frankie out when she kept being hit on and felt uncomfortable. Deuce is just a supportive guy in general too, double-dating with Slow Mo and Ghoulia so that the new couple didn't feel so awkward.

Then, there's the surfer guy who's not the brightest. This is even the stereotype that Cleo's family believes, but it's incorrect too. Deuce is laid-back, but he's resourceful like when he thought of ways to get the group from Scaris back to America. On top of that, he's often being a sound of reason for their group. Like when when he saw through Cleo trying to act like she really wanted to take over the human half of the city and knew she was actually trying to impress her family. He's that for Clawd too, keeping him calm when the werewolf is certain that Draculaura is going to leave him for someone else.

Finally, there was the option that Deuce would have only been Cleo's boyfriend to keep up appearances because both of them had a high status in school. That's not the case in the slightest. Deuce cares so much about Cleo. Although they have had a few breakups, it's not because of him causing them to have a toxic relationship. The only time he broke up with her, he did it because he thought that he was holding her back and wanted her to be happier than he believed she would be with him. I think it's really interesting too how in all the time we've gotten to know Deuce, that is when he seems insecure. It's neer about anything else except when he wants to make sure Cleo is with the person she deserves.

It makes me sad because I don't feel like any version since the OG Monster High has gotten Deuce right. He's cool, a rebel, laid-back, caring, friendly, level-headed, and resourceful. He's a great friend, a leader in the school, and boyfriend. The guy deserves some more respect and way more screentime in my opinion.

[wagner-fell]

A Boy and a Tree and Everything in Between

Based on WTNV episode 132, just a quick Christopher Lightwood fic I needed to write

Spoilers from COT incoming so beware!!!

Christopher Lightwood was a boy who wanted to know everything. He was fascinated by the wheels on his Uncle Henry’s chair and even more so of which words strung together made his mother laugh and which made her forehead crinkle with worry. He desired to know what made him desire, what made fuses blow, tempers blow, fists fly, birds fly, all of it. All of it and then everything in between.

His cousin Thomas would tell him, “I love you Kit, I would give my life for you.”

Most days Christopher was made to go and train with his friends. He was not interested in the weapons they wielded however, only how they worked. And this overwhelming curiosity would often result in injury for himself and his cousin. This made Thomas worried, but he did not want to infantilize Kit, or otherwise treat him like a child in any capacity. So when Thomas was worried, he did not speak and only worried himself more, trapped inside his own head with only his anxiety as company.

His parents would tell him, “We love you son, we would give everything we own away for you.”

His parents sometimes baked cakes for the family. Christopher loved cake. He loved leavening agents and the careful art of mixing flour with liquid and the chemical reaction of eggs and fat under extreme heat. Sometimes he would help, but his parents would become frustrated when he would eat a spoonful of raw baking soda or open the oven early and pour the uncooked batter onto the floor, in order to examine the consistency of the cake at different times during the baking process. His father would pick him and put him down outside the kitchen, scolding him to look at the mess he has made.

His sister would tell him, “I hate you brother.” But then their parents would instruct her to set a better example for the newest addition to their family and so she would proclaim, “I love you brother, I will write you a 300 page fire letter expressing my love the day you create them.” But he knew she didn’t believe that day would come, not really.

Christopher knew he would never need Thomas to give his life for him, he just wanted him to express his concerns. He knew his parents would never have to give away all their possessions for their son, he just wanted them to show interest in his curiosity. He knew Anna really loved him, he just wanted her to believe in him.

After Christopher had died, he was greeted by an angel in the garden behind his family’s estate. He couldn’t recognize which angel it was. That bothered him slightly. Huh, he could still be bothered after death. That fact made him smile to himself. He was also smiling because he had neer seen an angel before and he was quite curious about them.

“Are you here to guide me to rebirth,” he asked, smiling despite himself. He knew he probably should be upset he was dead, but his curiosity had taken hold of his emotions now. “No,” the angel answered, “although I could be if you like. I have seen you, Christopher Gideon Lightwood, and I do not think it is time for you to restart. It is time for you to evolve, my child.”

The angel grabbed his arm and stretched it far, turning it a deep, dark brown as it did so. Not the brown of Alastair or Cordelia’s skin, but the brown of the oak rocking chair near his uncle’s fireplace. His legs stretched and became one with his torso and head of his body’s own accord. The angel disappeared as his body (if you could even call it that anymore) stretched and distorted itself until it became its final shape.

Christopher was a tree.

Now that he was stuck in the ground, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to let any of his grieving family know he was right there, the only thing he could do was what he always wanted to do. Learn everything.

He learned about photosynthesis and cellular division. He learned about the mating habits of squirrels and birds with a detached curiosity he never got to express to anyone. He studied the geometry of spider webs and the physics of cars. He spent a lot of time watching his family fall to pieces at his loss and he watched them as they blindly attempted to pick themselves back up again.

He provided shade at Anna’s wedding, and later at Alexander’ too. He let his parents rest against him as they aged. He gave his branches for Thomas and Alastiar’s twins to build a secret-fort out of. He shielded Ari from the sun as his sister played pirate with her children using his wood.

Time slowed for him, and his knowledge grew so vast and so expansive, human triumphs and pains became a distant memory.

“I love you, I would give my life for you,” Thomas told his daughter as she climbed up his branches, “however I care about you so much I cannot let you get hurt about something so easily preventable.”

“I love you, I would give away all my belongings for you,” Cecily told her granddaughter, wailing because she was prevented from jumping into the mud puddle by his roots. “However there are times to experiment and this is not one of those times. Your mum is very fond of that dress on you. Why don’t we go get changed into some of your old clothes and jump in the mud with them?”

“I know you can do this,” Anna told her daughter as she built toy cars under her uncle’s shade. “I full-heartedly believe in you, I love you.”

Christopher, the boy, may be dead but Christopher, the tree, lived in those moments, truly lived, whether they knew it or not.

And maybe, that could be enough.

Sorry if this is shit, I just really needed to write this for me and I’m like really proud of it so 😭😭

This is probably like really OOC but like again it’s mainly for me and I write this from 9-12 so don’t judge me-

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[oloreaa]

Vencuyanir - Prologue

vencuyanir [ven-COO-yah-neer]: sustain, keep alive, preserve

Summary: About to be taken away from Arvala-7, Elana only has two objectives: keeping Bean alive and getting away from the Mandalorian

Words: 2.8k

Notes: This is the first longer series I have attempted in years, and I am so excited for this! Also the entire story is the most self indulgent enemies-to-lovers slow-burn I’ve ever planned and written so hopefully you’ll like it as well! Elana is an OC with Chinese features (+ my personal face claim), but I won’t be physically describing her a lot, so hopefully you could still see this as kinda “reader”

Warnings: canon-typical violence (death, gun violence), (implied) past child abuse, hostages/(implied) slavery

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"Bean?" Elana called out, looking for the little child. He was currently hidden from her, in some place she could not find. Yet.

The hide-and-seek session she had initiated to stave off the boredom had turned into a nightmare. Elana had no idea where Bean would be, and she did not wanted to go and ask the Niktos outside. They were already barely tolerating her.

After Alderaan was destroyed a few years back she had drifted around the galaxy, and by chance, was approached by a friendly looking woman who told her that there was a well-paying, low maintenance job on a Outer Rim planet called Arvala-7 waiting for her. She took it without hesitation, and not a thought was spared about how such an opportunity was too good to be true.

Well, it definitely was not well-paying.

She barely got any of the money she was promised, which was why she was stuck on Arvala-7, guarded by Niktos that fended off the bounty hunters that appeared every few days.

The reason for her job? A baby. Elana was hired to take care of a small baby, which was not what she had pictured, at all.

But after taking just one look at the small green child with the huge dark eyes and even larger ears, she fell in love. It could be a maternal instinct, or maybe it was her own soft heart that made her fiercely protective of him. There was an instant connection the moment she entered the room he was in, the baby reaching out towards her as soon as he set his eyes on her, babbling incessantly. For lack of better words, there was a bond of sorts between them. Elana could feel, even pinpoint sometimes what the little bean was sensing, and knew that he was the same with her.

A soft coo finally alerted Elana to Bean's position, him giving himself away since he grew bored. She hurried to him, and scooped him up, heart beating fast in her chest.

"There you are, honey," she sighed in relief, tracing his large petal ears with a gentle finger. He cooed at her and patted at her face with his three fingers, claws not yet sharp enough to break skin. He grabbed at the end of her braid and put it in his mouth. Elana carefully took it out again, and quickly snatched a wooden toy he could gnaw on. The child wrapped his claws around it quietly, and started nibbling, big trusting eyes blinking up at her.

Elana tried not to think about it too much because it broke her heart, but all the signs were there. Bean was too quiet. He did not make many noises. And if he did, only when it was absolutely necessary.

He did not ask for food or water. He ate quickly and left no crumbs anywhere. He did not flinch when a blaster shot rang through the air, but did when someone moved too fast near him. She really wished that her suspicions were wrong, but Bean exhibited behaviour that was proof of him being mistreated before she had come along.

Bean cooed softly, nuzzling her arms, and smiled at her. The sight was adorable.

"Let's get you something to eat, all right?" Elana said, bouncing him on her hip, and set off towards the kitchen.

The Niktos have provided them with food and shelter, as well as weapons for defense, like blasters and some knives. Elana did not really know how to use them, beyond how to pull a trigger and stab someone with the pointy end. And that was it. It was not as if any of the Niktos bothered to teach her. She knew maybe a quarter of them by name, the rest by sight, but it was purely a business-like relationship.

Without Bean, she would have been utterly alone on Arvala-7. To be fair, she would not even be there if it was not for Bean, but she would not have it any other way. The little area they were given to live in consisted of a small kitchen, a bath, and a bedroom where the pram for Bean was located. It was not much, but enough.

Enough to survive.

She had no reason to complain, Elana often reasoned with herself, she had a roof over her head, cooling systems for the scorching days and heaters for the cold nights. She was given enough food and clothes to sustain herself and the little one she cared for. Even if Elana had no idea why she was actually there. She knew not the names of those who hired her, she did not know the reason why so many people sought to take Bean, why they were not even close to stopping after months of a constant stream of bounty hunters, all trying their luck.

Shaking those thoughts away, she returned to her original task of going to the kitchen.

The ration packets were stored in a drawer, and she noticed with a frown that the amount was steadily dwindling. It would still be enough for over a week, but it was definitely something that the Niktos should know about. They would get some more on their next supply run off the planet. Grabbing a small packet of rehydratable meat, and adding some water to a small pot, Elana prepared a simple meal for Bean. Then she heated water in another pot and made herself a cup of tea.

Bean sat upright in his stool, and watched her with curious, intelligent eyes. He babbled excitedly when she finished stirring, ears wiggling, making Elana smile.

The little child ate slowly as she fed him, blinking up at her and cooing. She cooed right back, and he smiled brightly, little teeth catching the light.

"You like the food? The consistency is nice, huh?"

He babbled, feet kicking slightly.

Suddenly, there was a shot outside. Elana whipped her head around, promptly positioning herself in front of Bean. More shots followed. Bounty hunters again.

She knew the drill already, so she quickly scooped Bean up and placed him in his pram. The baby was silent, staring up at her with big eyes, and a feeling of fear creeped along their bond. That was when she knew that something was wrong, that something was different from the other times. The shooting was still continuing, going on for longer than usual. There were too many shots for it to be only one bounty hunter, there had to be more than before, a small army?

A Nikto, who she recognized as Heku, ran inside the small quarters, two blasters in his hand.

"You stay here," he told her with his accented Basic, a frown on his face. "These are different hunters."

Elana nodded, eyes wide, and went to the pram, not closing it yet, before nudging it towards the wall, so it would be out of the way.

Heku looked over his shoulder before putting a blaster in her hand. "Doesn't look good," he said, "shoot them if they get in."

With those words, he ran outside again, leaving Elana reeling. If they get in? That had never happened before, not even close. Normally, all two dozen of the Niktos were enough to dispatch any bounty hunters.

The front door, made of sturdy durasteel closed with a screech while the sound of blaster fire rang through the air, the shots now muffled through it. Elana fumbled with the weapon in her hand, heart beating a staccato, shoulders squared.

It was becoming louder outside; they seemed to have set up some kind of blaster gun that was shooting in the direction of the housing camp.

Clenching her jaw tightly, she clutched the blaster in her shaking hands. They were right outside. Elana could hear the blaster shots, the screams of the Niktos who were defending Bean and her, the sounds of a brutal fight going on just a few meters away from them. The pram was right behind her, and Bean was silent, watching with wide eyes.

"It's all right, Bean", Elana heard herself say, doing her best not to panic. "I'll protect you."

Her heart was thumping hard in her chest and she feared that she would become dizzy. The nauseating feeling of helplessness creeped up Elana's throat and she honestly did not know what to do.

Fight them? Laughable. Elana was barely able to shoot straight. Negotiate with them? Probably not even that. Most of the time the hunters were gunned down quickly, and it would have been the only thing worth mentioning on that particular day. But this? They were mowing down the Niktos like it was nothing, and the chance of the Niktos getting them was dwindling with every shot.

Bean and her had to stay together no matter what. Hopefully, they were bounty hunters who would take them alive and she could go with Bean as his caretaker. As long as the both of them were together, they stood a chance.

It was going to be fine. It would be fine.

"No matter what, I'll stay with you," she told Bean, looking at him with desperation. Pulling the tiny child near her, Elana kissed his forehead, eyes scrunched together, trying to keep the tears from escaping.

Bean did not make a sound, but she swore he could understand what was happening.

The shots stopped.

She closed the pram, hands shaking.

One Nikto ran in, blaster in hand. He nodded at her before positioning himself behind one of the pillars. Elana held her breath, heart in her chest. They shot at the door. They actually used blaster bolts to get through the door. When it collapsed inwards, she was surprised that there were only two bounty hunters. An IG-unit bounty droid and- was that a Mandalorian?

Elana froze. Oh no.

If it was a Mandalorian, then her chances of getting out alive were very small indeed.

The Nikto tried to shoot at him but with lightning fast speed and uncanny precision the Mandalorian made short work of him with a single shot.

"Anyone else?" came the wry rhetorical question, crackled through a modulator.

She pulled the trigger.

It actually hit him, glanced off his pauldron with a ping. Elana had no time to celebrate her little victory however, as blaster bolts suddenly rained down on her, and she lunged behind the pillar, seeking shelter, shoulders hunched up. The dust and smoke made it hard to see, but she could make out a blaster bolt was uncomfortably near Bean's pram, and panic welled up in her. "Cease fire! I surrender!" she shouted, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing herself into the pillar some more.

"Cease fire, please!"

They stopped shooting.

Elana closed her eyes, fighting off her tears. This is it. "Don't shoot, I'm coming with you," she said as soon as she swallowed the lump in her throat, "I'm the one you're looking for." Stepping out from behind her pillar, palms raised in surrender, heart beating fast, she blinked up at the two bounty hunters, subtly shielding Bean's pram in the process.

The Mandalorian's tracking fob was pointed at her, through her. Maybe, hopefully she could play it as if she was the bounty. Maybe they could leave Bean in peace. There must have been someone who had survived, right? They could take care of Bean. She would gladly suffer for more than a hundred lifetimes if it meant that Bean would be safe.

Breathing hard, trembling like a leaf, she tried to suppress her tears, scared to death. "Please, don't kill me, I'll go with you," she got out, voice shaky. Please let them think that I am the bounty.

The droid's head whirled around to Elana and she could not help her flinch. The Mandalorian stood rigidly, his helmet tilted down at her menacingly. He stepped closer, the fob trained on her, beeping rapidly.

"Identify yourself. You are not the bounty," the droid commanded.

She gulped, feeling ice cold. "Elana Lissiri," she choked out, throat not properly working. So there went the chance of properly protecting Bean.

"Step aside," the Mandalorian told her, voice low and raspy. She shook her head, vision blurring, trying to stay in the way of them, but the Mandalorian grabbed her wrist efficiently, and turned her around, twisting her arm against her back. Elana grimaced in pain, and struggled against him briefly.

"Step aside or I'll make you," he threatened, and she felt a blaster poking between her shoulder blades.

For a split second, Elana thought about doing something reckless like stomping on his feet or freeing herself somehow, but then let herself go limp. She would not do Bean any favors if she got herself shot, and he was too strong to overpower anyways. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, internally begging for forgiveness.

The tracking fob in the Mandalorian's hand was loud in her ears, every beep made dread curl in her belly and her chest seize up. He shoved her aside roughly when it was clear that she had been shielding the pram. The IG-unit behind him raised its blasters and stalked towards Bean's hiding place. The Mandalorian cuffed her against a pipe sticking out of the wall, securing one wrist so she would not escape.

"Don't hurt him, please, Maker, please don't," Elana begged, sinking to her knees. Trying her best to shield how terrified she was from their bond, she sent out as much warmth as she could to the little child. Both bounty hunters moved closer to Bean, the Mandalorian pressing the button in the centre of the pram.

It opened with a hiss, and she could see how Bean sat up, ears raised and head tilted in interest.

"He is just a baby," Elana whispered, willing the tears to stay at bay, "Just a baby, please don't kill him." Elana couldn't tear her eyes away from the tiny green child, certain that that was it. They would kill them both. She took in the soft petal ears, the big dark eyes, the tiny, adorable button nose for what was probably the last time, and tried not to cry. She loved the little one. She loved him so much.

"Wait. They said fifty years old", she barely registered the Mandalorian speaking, his voice rough like gravel.

"Species age differently", the IG-unit replied. "Perhaps it could live many centuries."

"Please." Breath ragged, she looked up at the bounty hunters. "Please, I'll do anything, but don't kill him."

Bean leaned forward, big eyes curious, pushing down his blanket to get a better view of the newcomers. A questioning feeling ran along their bond. Elana's heart nearly broke in two.

"Sadly, we'll never know." The IG unit raised its blaster, and she tried to get in front of the pram without success, straining against the cuff. The Mandalorian stopped the droid before the blaster was fired, though. It was a cruel, cruel thing, giving her a moment of hope that the child would survive. Breath ragged, she tried to stop the panicked noises rising in her throat.

"No. We'll bring it in alive."

"The commission was quite specific," the IG-unit said, "The asset was to be terminated."

Elana closed her eyes, shaking like a leaf now. Not Bean, she thought, despair rolling off her in waves, please, not my Bean. She tried to get to the pram again, rattling at the cuff with all her strength, not caring when it hurt and cut into her skin.

A shot rang out.

She gave a full body flinch, hunching into herself. But the bond was not broken. Nor did she feel any pain or fear.

The bond was not broken.

They didn't kill Bean.

Elana looked up, eyes wide, head full of questions.

The IG-unit fell to the ground with a thud. Smoke rose from the central processing unit. She stared at it before shifting her gaze to the other bounty hunter.

The Mandalorian seemed to be transfixed by Bean. He reached out a finger hesitantly, and after a second, Bean reached back, letting out a delighted coo.

Elana blinked in confusion. Bean likes him? Something about their interaction struck her deeply, and the bond between Bean and her suddenly swelled, as if something clicked into place.

The Mandalorian's helmet then snapped around to her, and she flinched again. "Are you its caretaker?" he asked gruffly. Elana barely managed to nod, scared out of her wits.

He was quiet for a long time, his presence alone enough to make her hold her breath. Then he walked over, and took off her cuff more gently than she would have expected from a bounty hunter.

She looked up at him, shaking in fear, the visor glaring down menacingly. A low command came from him, causing shivers to run down her back.

"Pack your things."

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Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!

Also a HUGE thank you at my beta @mndalorians, Cass had listened to me ramble so much about this story and helped me with so many scenes and I love her. Pls check out her stories as well, she has beautiful fics!

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[iellarenuodolorian]

Mandoctober Day 5

Target Practice

Words: 1.2k (oops. I must have finally found my groove)

Pairing: This is the start of the Din DjarinxFemale Mandalorian Reader

Warnings: fighting, death (if you read between the lines), capture

Sorry it jumps back in the timeline again. I promise we are almost done with the past and then its all more current.

~15BBY

It was time to go, the Nite Owls were ready for the raid on the Death Watch camp. The goal was to steal some much needed supplies and cause as much chaos and damage as possible. Bo-Katan’s lieutenant had tracked them to a small moon near the Crait system. 

The mission was simple, there were four groups consisting of the all female Nite Owls. Akaanir group was the biggest group with six Owls and was responsible for causing as much chaos at the other end of the camp away from the landing field. Werdla consisted of just three Owls so they could quietly sneak in and prep the shuttle for take off. Chakur had four Owls and was responsible for loading the shuttle with all the supplies they could steal and load. Kebii’tra had extra Owls as pilots and also extra warriors who could go extra-vehicular and sabotage other fighters and they were in charge of air support and providing an escape vector when the time came.

Bo-Katan trusted her lieutenant with Akaanir group, she had a knack for making the biggest explosions and causing the biggest distractions known to Mandalorians. It was just in their family genetics, explosives and art.

Bo-Katan led from the skies with Kebii’tra knowing she would be able to back up whatever group needed help and would be able to quickly assist from that position.

Ailyn had been given the responsibility of leading Werdla while you were in charge of Chakur. Ailyn was the better slicer of the two of you, but you were evenly matched as pilots and you knew you would be her co-pilot when it came time to escape.

Timing was everything in this attack. Comms were not an option, not over how spaced out the different attack groups were. Even with as secure as they could be between everyone’s helmets, the risk was still too high for Bo-Katan’s liking. Everyone had a limited amount of time to make it to their respective start points or the mission would be much more difficult.

Entry into atmo was easily achieved undetected and the Gauntlet fighters released the Nite Owls into the sky, and the rest of the journey was completed with jetpacks. The fighters would be needed for air cover during the take off of the stolen supply shuttle. The countdown timer in the corner of you HUD said your groups had five minutes to circle around the edge of the camp and take out any guards not called to assist in the attack on the front of the camp.

Your groups were just reaching the edge of the landing area used for the fighters when a series of colorful explosions started happening on the other side of the camp. Your countdown timer hit zero, and you smiled to yourself knowing the fun was about to begin.

Ailyn and her two support Owls went to start working on getting into the Imperial Lambda shuttle while the rest of you started searching the warehouse next to the landing field to see what treasures were going to be coming home with you. Most needed were ammunition charges, detonators, medical supplies, and any preserved foodstuffs. With the attack having started, comm silence was no longer necessary and Ailyn had alerted you to having gained access to the Lambda and was opening the loading ramp so you could begin loading supplies. It took her no time, as you knew it would, your best friend was deadly efficient in situations like this, and she had her own special slicer codes to more easily hack the Empire.

Things were going smoothly, until a small group of four Death Watch discovered your plan and started attacking. Your group took cover behind the repulsorsleds full of supplies you were just about to head out the door with. Blaster bolts were flying everywhere and you motioned to your team that you were going around to flank the group. You took off around the side and saw Ailyn sneaking down from the SHUTTLE and together the two of you kicked, punched, stabbed, and shot the four Mando’s into silence. As you were gathering yourself from the engagement you had a nagging feeling in the back of your mind again. It was that presence you had been feeling for a while now. It was here, but you could not allow yourself to be distracted during this mission, it would have to wait.

Bo-Katan came shortly after the second load was taken up to say that the attack was going to be over soon at the front and that it was time to take one last load into the shuttle and escape. The Owls loaded the last of some medical supplies in the cargo hold and two came with you and Ailyn as gunners and the rest went with Bo in her Gauntlet.

Fleeing the camp was more difficult than sneaking in. The Death Watch were none too happy to be attacked and robbed and they were far more skilled than you had expected. The Death Watch group had suffered more than the Owls, but there were two ships that were shot down during the escape. The nagging feeling was still in the back of your mind, and it only grew stronger once you were safely in hyperspace.

You told Ailyn you needed to go check on the cargo in the hold as an excuse to go check the ship and see if you could locate this tingling sensation in your mind.

The lights were off in the cargo hold, so you blinked to your night vision filter on your HUD. You added an overlay with a heat sensor, drew your blaster and vibroknife, and began a stealthy search of the hold. With every sense on high alert, you quietly and carefully crept around crates and climbed on top of some to see if you could get to a better vantage point.

Suddenly there was a blinding light in front of you and you were momentarily blinded but that didn’t stop you from shooting off a couple of shots, purely out of reflex. There were punches to your helmet and stomach, before your muscle memory kicked in and you blocked the next punch. No longer blind, you saw it was a Death Watch stowaway. He surprised you because the mental connection was practically buzzing in your head and making it difficult to concentrate. You would have to disable him quickly or this might be bad for you.

Suddenly he charged you and you knew what he was going to do before he started moving. You let him get close enough to try to pin you to the ground when you flipped him over so you were on top and pulled out your stun stick and found the sweet spot between his pauldrons and helmet and stunned him. You picked him up and carried him to the corner when you asked one of the other Owls to bring you something to bind a prisoner. He could be useful in providing information to the Owls about Death Watch. But how to explain all of this to Bo...

Mando’a words:

Akaanir- fight [ah-KAH-neer]

Werdla- stealthy/invisible [WAIRD-lah]

Chakur- steal/rob [CHAH-koor]

Kebii’tra- sky/lit. Blue sky [keh-BEE-trah]

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Honestly , if you are expecting me to give it a title , you do not know me .I was going to think something poetic but it sounded lame : Chapter I

I entered the forest through a stone path .It seemed to be quite ancient but considering my lack of knowledge on the subject , it could either be 200 hundred years or 2500 .I had view of the monastery .It was built of simple stone , in a Romanic style .It had a garden next to the church , a backyard where some scattered after physical activity ( I am not sure what but I could see some cross-shaped objects and small , rounded pieces of metal . ) , living quarters that also housed a place for study and a space where wounded and sick were brought .That is something I had to admire of these Monks ( Even if their beliefs were something I never understood ) is the way they worked themselves to death for the well being of those that had less .

And through a road just like the one I had come from , walked in my prey .He was young , with a pale skin and sharp features .Had a short nose but compensated that with a height of two meters minus 20 .He wore a brown tunic that consisted of a Scapula and a Cowl , underwhich he had short , brown hair .His eyes were green and a bit smaller than average .He looked like a magnificient mix between handsome and cute .I could pinch his cheeks while I devoured him with is own desires .And that was exactly what I would do .But first , I needed to present myself in the right way .That what I had been taught .I located a tree branch from which I could lie on above him ... and I spent too much time thinking .My prey caught me .

Overall , it had been an agitated morning .I woke up early and ( Since it was something very particular in our monastery ) was allowed to take breakfast before everyone .I always liked my cereals on wooden bowls .In fact , I ate and drank everything in wooden bowls .Even the wine ( Yes , I drink wine in the morning ) .I had time to study the scriptures and found myself disgusted by Saint Paul .How could a man support ... that ?! .How could he turn his back on the children of God for something that did no harm and could not be changed ? .

At the second hour after dawn , we sparred .I did not understand why the senior insisted on us learning how to use bladed weapons , I will have to ask him .But I certainly enjoyed it and I was good .It may sound arrogant but I am truly great .I prefer the Arming Sword and the Buckler .It gives protection but also space , reach , mobility and options .After the session , I decided to go on my daily walk through the forest , bringing with myself a sword that I had recently bought and I wanted to test it on some fallen branches .There was something calming about the green and the red under the blue and the golden .It reminded me of my happiest of days , such as the monastery itself ( Plus , it helped me get my mind of the fact that they placed a restriction on electronic devices outside of our living quarters .At least I would not Turtle-neer on 2Fort ) .I lived near one that looked just like this one , back in the day .We enjoyed listening to the brothers practice with their voice .

And through my path of calm I encountered a storm .A figure , 6 centimeters shorter than me , with dark , red hair , rounded features and a body .... Oh , my , that body .It was covered in clothes black as the void , tight to the flesh and with small green details .But the features that stood out the most were a pair of horns that came from her sides and pointed sligthly downwards and a long , purple tail that ended in a triangular point .It was the most absolutely gorgeous image I could ever have encountered .But it was a Demon , I knew .I hid behind a tree before she could see me and asked myself what to do .I looked at the sword in my hand but I scolded myself inmediately after .What was I thinking ?! .How do I dare I even think of attacking an innocent , unarmed person ?! .Even if they were an agent of Satan .This requires penitence .I would have to speak with Father Marcus about this .Mea Cvlpa , peccavi per pessima cogitateone , mea cvlpa .

I needed guidence , I needed wisdom .And I did the only think I could : I prayed .I needed to know what to do .And it hit me .I could swear that a tongue of fire appeared above me .I knew what to do .I took all of my bravery and confronted this situation in a way I had not considered before : with Human decency .

“Hello there” - (Author’s note : If you thought I would not cram in a Star Wars reference , YOU ARE WRONG BUDDY )

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