#decomissioned

[eopederson2]

Washington State Ferry Klickitat, Eagle Harbor, Bainbridge Island, 2009.

Taken as the decommissioned ferry was waiting to be towed to Ensenada, México where it was scrapped later that year. The Klickitat had a long history. Originally built in the 1920s for use on San Francisco Bay, in 1940 after completion of the Bay Bridge the boat was sold to Puget Sound Navigation Company (the Black Ball Line), a precursor of Washington State Ferries, Originally called MV Stockton, the renamed Klickitat served on Puget Sound from 1940 to 2007.

[aki-o-mitovski-writer]

An astronaut encounters a terrifying anomaly approaching the International Space Station. "DECOMMISSIONED" by Josh Tanner

[bloo-the-dragon]

Mer au eclipse and ruin = sillies

just a grouchy robot with mental and memory issues and his emotional support roommate disabled mer with physical issues!

[mamuzzy]

One of my "favorite" shitty take when I see something like this: "without Kal, the Nulls would have turned out so much better :eyeroll:"

No.

Without Kal, the Nulls would be DEAD.

[xamaxenta]

snarls sdhhda sinks my little creechur claws into drywallskd

war machine ace war maxhiene ace falls in love with a human pacifist

[songofsunset]

Signs I saw on my trip to the Everglades

[looseleafteeaves]

Balance-Week 2 of Jedi June

This is part of the Desert Speaker Universe, which doesn't currently have a ton out. Remeber that most of my universes have multiple jedi who survive, and that Luke never has to rebuild the jedi alone. Just know that it is a minor scene in that world.

Ben Kenobi has been gone for almost 3 days when the figure begins to approach. The figure was wrapped in deep brown robes, and the hooded cloak shaded they're face.

Ome opened the door, and took a seat on the stoop, walking stick laid beside them.

The figure paused, shuffling around 30 steps away.

"I have heard of a... Ben Kenobi who lives here?" The voice is older than Ome would have expected, but still not as old as Marrat Kenobi.

Ome tilts their head, bird-like. "I live here."

The figure winces, before gently lowering the hood, the sunset of of Tatooine painting green skin with a golden tinge. "Then may I ask for shelter tonight so I may travel further into the Jundland Wastes to seek him out? I haven't any other options, traversing from Mos Eisley took the majority of these past two days."

Ome plants their walking staff, turned slightly so the sunny yellow and deep blue kyber crystals dangling from the wrapping are visible. "What is your name, Wanderer? I will grant you one night's shelter."

As Ome rises to thier feet, they watch the firgure with steady eyes.

The figure's interlocking circular tattoos rippled as he tried to control his expression of mixed hope and dread. "Jimyali Aneti. Thank you, Dweller of This Place, for granting me shelter."

Ome turns and gestures Jimyali ahead of them. "You may hand your cloak on one of the knobs by the door, and please put your shoes on the rack. We are hoping to minimize the amount of sand that makes it into the house."

Jimyali pauses as he reaches to remove the cloak, watching carefully as he turns, revealing a lightsaber hilt. Ome smiles, and welcomes him in.

As Jimyali begin to settle into the living area, Ome carefully braces a tea set on their hip as they step back into the living, three teacups set out. With his eyes watching her, Ome begins to measure out several servings of a Mirialan gold tea blend.

"While the water heats, and this tea steeps, we can talk. Marrat should be back by then."

Jimyali, with trembling lips and fingers, nods. "Would you- would you like me to see if I can heal more of whatever injury is causing you to struggle?"

Ome looks at him, a soft smile growing. "Let me be a fair host before you try to repay me, however, in the morning I would not say no to you taking a look."

Jimyali gives a fragile grin, and Ome wanders towards the door, opening it just as thier Marrat stepped onto the stoop.

"Hello, Marrat. We have a guest who has wondered a long time to see you."

Ben Kenobi freezes in the midst of his motions to pull of his boots.

"Marrat, the guest has asked for shelter, and I have granted it. He will not cause you harm."

Ben breathes out and finishes removing his sandy boots. Ome wanders back into the living room, and begins to serve the tea.

Jimyali jerks as Ben Kenobi walks in.

"Master Kenobi! You- You are- I finally found-" He begins to silently cry. "I am not the last of us. My padawan will not bear the burden of reviving us."

Ben Kenobi's own eyes spill over with tears. "Master Healer Aneti... I was so sure I was one of the last. So many lights have been swallowed by the Dark. I was sure that there would be none left."

Jimyali reaches out and drags Ben towards him, embracing him with shaking arms and a joyful force. "I am so glad to have found you. Veadu- I must call for him. He is in Mos Eisley, hiding. He can-"

Ben Kenobi continues to weep, and Jimyali makes the call.

---

Master Healer Jimyali and Padawan Healer Veadu remain in the small dwelling place for almost 3 weeks. Healer Jimyali is able to heal and improve the function of Omi's leg, and even is able to reduce the scar tissue where their slave chip blew. Omi is quite happy that he was able to do that much.

Veadu and Omi have long conversations, sharing what thier padawanships have been like.

"Padawans, please come join us."

Siting in the lotus postion in the small underground room, are Jimyali and Ben.

"We are in a time of great darkness..." begins Ben- no, begins Obi-wan.

"But as always, we stand as bastions of light." Continues Jimyali.

"We must balance ourselves against this new age of horror and fear."

"Against the workings that destroyed our people."

"The rage and fear and helplessness that remains inside us is not wrong."

"But it is not useful either."

"So now, we invite you to partake in our celebration of light. We are few, we are hidden, and we are light."

"Open your hearts and let the Force take the infection from our souls, lancing our wounds, and allowing our community to heal."

"Together, we find our new balance."

"Together, we make our new balance."

"Let us meditate on the years ahead."

And if Ben and Omi both dream of a day in the future when the caves of Tatooine are filled with the ringing of the light side of the force, they keep silent.

And if Jimyali and Veadu dream of the days when they are able to openly heal and help people once more, they keep silent.

After all, that day is not today. And the future is always in motion. Nothing you see is guaranteed. But the hope those images inspire... That is something they had need of.

The Force Provides.

Balance will come.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

GREAT news: the fluffy bits of decommission protocol are cute as hell, i did a great job

[cinemaocd]

There was a public lecture at my work last night about ICECUBE(neutrino experiment at the south pole) and an audience member asked about the carbon footprint of flying drilling equipment and fuel to the south pole to dig a cavern and it was like crickets chirping. No body mention the environmental impact of physics experiments to physicists...they do not take those things into consideration. Environmental concerns about physics experiments? We don't know her...

[nik-barinova]

And like that, I finally have together my OC’s Star Wars AU (and her reprogrammed magnaguard droid companion Cedric that I edited because I didn’t feel like drawing him out lol)

Bio underneath the cut

Name: Val Solovyo

Age: 29

YOB: 48 BBY

Pronouns: She/Her (GNC)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’4”

Species: Human

Occupation(s): Medic, Bounty Hunter

Bio:

Daughter of an ex-soldier father and a hunter mother, Val was no stranger to the ways of combat and hunting, yet she was also drawn to the healing practices of medics. She is the eldest of six other siblings, all of whom were also trained to fight and hunt as a means of survival.

Val entered the Mandalorian Medical Guild at 12 years of age after passing a series of tests to qualify as a medic in-training. While qualifying was not as difficult, it was the studying, field and hands-on training that required more effort from her and her fellow Mandalorian colleagues. At 19, the final test that would determine only 5% of the candidates to obtain the title of “Doctor”, was enough to make Val nervous yet determined to pass.

In her small group of 10, Val was the only one to pass by one point.

Being a medic was no easy paying job when you travel throughout the galaxy, and despite taking a vow to never harm or take a life, Val found a new means of collecting bounties to pay for necessities, fuel, and ship repairs: putting bounty patients under anesthesia.

But what put Val on the edge of breaking away from her healer vows was the accidental overdosing of a bounty instead of sedating him, yet was paid more for his death. Val took a bit of time to eventually come to terms with what she was capable of doing and began more rigorous studies of different species to concoct certain medical poisons to essentially euthanize bounties.

Val continued this practice for nearly a decade until she had found a bounty worth millions, if not billions of credits: a yellow Zabrakian male with brown tattoos from Dathomir by the name of Savage Opress.

She accepted the bounty and while she did locate the planet he most likely was last scene in, she took a side step to explore an abandoned temple, obviously in awe at the beauty of the place. She made up for her small error when she heard someone approach her from behind.

Val and Savage had a brief quarrel before Val eventually had the upper hand due to her size compared to him and disarmed him. However, she felt something in her that told her not to kill him or turn him in, and offered to allow herself to provide medical care for both him, and his brother Darth Maul.

Val stayed with the Zabrakian brothers up until the very end of Savage’s life; and she was never able to tell Savage she was carrying his child. She was left as a heart broken single mother of their beautiful daughter Mara living on Koboh as the Rambler’s Reach Outpost’s newly appointed sheriff, working with Doma to keep the peace.

[gsstories]

Headcanon

Just one

About Bonnie.

Considering we do not know what Bonnie’s canon personality is in Security Breach, since he broken and all, my friend @ikari-shinsei and I talked and have headcannoned Bonnie to having... a capybara type personality.

How and why capybara? Well, he was obviously nice enough so Freddy remembered him fondly and stuff so why not make him as chill as a capybara? He vibing with everyone before shit went down.

So yes, capybara personality Bonnie :D

[the-knife-consumer]

Roxy.... :(

[monty-glasses-roxy]

who's idea was it to teach foxy's parrot swear words? i blame monty for that XD

I like to think it was Chica because no one would suspect her and Monty took the fall because he was gonna do it anyway she just beat him to it

It's a good thing too because Monty would have completely forgotten to make sure no swears were said in front of guests lmao

[bloo-the-dragon]

Hmmmm...If glamrock foxy really is a daycare attendant, do you think he would have a rivalry with sun and moon or he would be friends with them? (Or maybe frenemies?)

My personal headcanon is he was a peformer in Kids Cove (maybe even a caretaker as well in some form) before the daycare and possibly even the theatre was a thing.

I like to think when Sun and Moon were still theatre performers they would have gotten along quite well with Foxy who may have acted as a sort of mentor for them, showing them the ropes kinda deal since he would have been doing this for quite a while before they were introduced.

I also love the idea he had taught Moon how to play a good villain role for kid shows, him being themed after a pirate and all and maybe encourage Sun to not get stage fright because i'd imagine the poor boy always had anxiety one way or another fhdfjg

[catinfroghat]

Got a temporary job working admin at the hospital again just a couple days a week because they need someone to scan the patient records and I've done it in the past so they don't have to train someone again

I kind of don't mind how boring it is because I was on my own in the archive room (it was all dusty and dark and the cleaners said it was haunted so no one liked to even check in on me) so I could do whatever I wanted like listen to podcasts or music or take naps

[calicoclovers]

at the beach rn i feel like im at camena tbh