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The Mandalorians Prequel

This is the Preqeul of the series where I have inserted my OC character (Mando’s daughter) into the Disneyplus television show. With her addition I believe this helps the viewers understand the choices Mando makes in the series. Would love to hear feedback!

It had been six years since Din and Osa established a peaceful life on Lah’mu. Ever since Din packed away his helmet and armor no one had come looking for them, but he couldn’t shake the oath he had sworn. To use for public use, Din had crafted a different type of helmet, since he had broken the Mandalorian Code practically ten years ago. It was prudent to keep his and his daughter’s identities hidden so he also crafted one for her as well.

Osa despised wearing the heavy, hot, bucket on her head but if she ever wanted to see more than the walls in her home, she would have to wear it. Good thing that rule didn’t apply for inside their house, as both her and her father were free to be helmetless.

One day Osa accompanied her father outside, where he was working on one of the moisture towers, as she played happily with a toy she found left behind (from years prior) in their home. It seemed to be a happy coincidence that the two found this abandoned complex six years ago. The home was in the middle of nowhere, still fully furnished, functional, but vacant and dusty, like it had been abandoned for decades.

Din couldn’t have dreamed for a better hide out because his last one ended on bad terms. It was as if this place was left just for him and his daughter and it had served them well until that day.

Din attended to the tower, giving it a regular inspection while he watched his daughter play joyfully in the distance. He could hear her giggling and screaming with enthusiasm, something he had not heard in a few months due to her episodes happening more frequently than he would like.

He did everything he could to help her through them, hope to even understand what was happening to her, but she was young and she was afraid. He tried to encourage Osa not to fear her episodes and instead embrace them, learn something from them each time, but over the years she began to do the opposite. Instead she started to hold it in, which made it worse, but Din was prepared for those moments by the doctor’s sedatives he gave before his death.

Din knew though he had to use them at only dire times because he had been in the path of her projections throughout the years. He had been knocked down, thrown, while also dodging free floating objects, but the older Osa got the stronger her abilities grew. From being merely pushed over and items hovering, Din had been thrown into cabinets or rammed into walls and sometimes hitting so hard he would go unconscious. When he awoke Osa would always be by his side, holding his hand and laying next to him in fear he wouldn’t wake up.

Din tried to reassure Osa that he was strong, but that one time really traumatized her when she seriously hurt her father on accident. Osa was powerless as the invisible force propelled from her body without warning. The tremor radiated through the garage they were in when the ceiling began to in cave on top of Osa, but Din pulled her from harms way and was buried instead.

Luckily Din did not sustain any serious injuries but this incident drove Osa over the edge believing running away was the answer, because Osa was convinced she would eventually be the one who would kill her father. Osa couldn’t live with herself if she was her father’s demise and ran, but no matter where she was her father would find her. She begged him to let her go but he would never come to that conclusion, she was his life. Din swore he would help her in any way possible and noticed by his encouraging words and drawing her focus on him, this routine helped her overcome from releasing the blast and eventually subside the episodes, but it had been weeks since her latest one and this made her ecstatic.

Osa felt on top of the world, her life felt perfect, but that all changed when the both of them saw a ship fly over head and land on the outskirts of their home.

* * *

“Papi, look,” Osa pointed upwards at the ship landing in the distance.

“Osa go inside, now,” Din yelled.

She knew this tone inflicted within his voice and didn’t disobey. She quickly ran for their home but a huge man (who wore armor similar to the one her father use to wear) blocked off her path. Osa screamed from surprise when Din turned to see Osa run for him, he could see her fear, afraid of what these individuals were going to do to them as they encircled Din and Osa. Without hesitation Osa wrapped her arms around her father’s waist when Din took his arm and held her to him. Din knew not to draw his blaster because he was completely out numbered, but yet felt confident they weren’t there to harm them.

“You are a hard man to find, Din Djarin,” a woman – who seemed to be the Tribe leader – approached dressed in silver Mandalorian armor.

Din said nothing, holding his daughter near while eyeing up his old clan, “I guess not hard enough,” he replied.

“You of all people should know a missing clan member is never forgotten until they are back with their Tribe. Our clan can only thrive with our survival and needs to grow in numbers not be depleted,” the woman Mandalorian informed.

“I am aware of the Code,” Din said.

“Then why do you hide from your heritage?”

“No, quite the opposite. I deceived the Tribe. I have…” Din broke off looking down at his pride and joy because he would break the Code all over again in order to have his daughter by his side.

“Oh, I see,” the woman realized by looking at the young one clutching onto Din’s waist, “So this child is not a Foundling?”

“No, she is my flesh and blood,” Din told truthfully making his clan realize his reason for leaving and deception.

“So here you believed you broke the Code,” she said.

“But I did.”

“And yet here your offspring stands increasing our numbers. I presume you have educated her in the Mandalorian ways, hence her wearing a training helmet that she is already practicing. I’m sure she is eager to don a real Mandalorian helmet for her own and follow in her father’s footsteps.”

“You’re allowing us into the Creed?” Din questioned skeptically, “But the oath, the pledge I swore, broken.”

“Yes, but pledges can be made again and besides our clan grows by two now.”

Din didn’t know what to do, him and his daughter were being accepted into the Creed, one of the reasons why he went into hiding. He knew the consequences and so couldn’t face them, he had lied for practically four of those years, but he had a larger issue than just facing his Tribe ashamed, Din had to keep his daughter safe and hidden.

He knew the logical answer, sooner or later they would be discovered even on Lah’mu. If the Mandalorians found them then the Empire would be close behind, it was a clear choice for Din, but would take some convincing for his daughter.

* * *

“What, we’re leaving, why?” Osa said almost in tears.

“We will be safer under the Mandalorians protection,” Din informed while destroying their presence ever existed in their home.

“Safer, from who, who’s after us?”

“Nobody, it’s just no one is safe with the Empire around. Please, Mi Pequeno you have to trust me,” Din got down on his knees staring Osa in the eyes while caressing her cheek with his thumb, “You do trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then take what you can carry,” Din instructed when he pulled Osa forward kissing her forehead and then directing her towards her room.

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Osa didn’t understand why they had to leave, so what if her father’s old Tribe found them, the Mandalorians would keep their whereabouts a secret, there was no reason to go with them, but it wasn’t Osa’s decision.

Osa finished packing what she could stuff in her one bag she was allowed to take as her father stood in her doorway, waiting. With a heavy sigh Osa said her goodbyes to their home, where the two appeared to be replicating the same outcome as the previous owners had. Throughout her years in the home, Osa could see past events play out, she could watch the past as if it had left an impression; happy memories and sad ones.

The one that particularly stood out the most was the family’s last stand against the man in white. It terrified Osa because the man in white destroyed that family’s life as the Mandalorians had come for hers. Osa didn’t know what to think and now understood how Jyn Erso must have felt when she was forced out.

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The flight to the Mandalore covert on Nevarro felt extremely short according to Osa, what she wanted to take forever happened quicker then anticipated. She was dreading what her father had described to her, once she was sworn into the Creed her and her father wouldn’t be able to see each other’s faces until they celebrated her “Date of Existence,” how could this be?

Osa was use to seeing her father’s face on a regular bases, what if she forgot what he looked like? The thought frightened Osa because not only was she restricted from seeing her father’s face, she barely could gaze upon her own, it wasn’t like back at home where she could be helmetless, once dedicated to the Mandalore Code one must walk the path religiously.

Osa didn’t know if she could be that dedicated to something she really didn’t fully believe in, but “This is the way.” The Mandalorians motto didn’t make sense to Osa because how could be closing oneself off from the galaxy the way, shielding oneself off from others the way, but mostly cutting oneself off from loved ones the way?

Suddenly a jolt pulled Osa from her thoughts as the Crest made its landing. From above Osa could hear her father power down the ship and collect the very few things they were allowed to take. Osa stayed huddled in her bed wishing her father would come to his senses and instead take off in order to head back to their real home, but no wishes would be granted that day.

Loud footsteps could be heard descending into the lower deck when Osa laid eyes on her father who donned his old Mandalorian armor. It made him look tougher, not the caring man who would cradle her in his arms, it made him appear menacing, not gentle like the man who would hum in her ear to chase away her nightmares, but mostly the armor made him appear soulless, but this was far from true because her father had the biggest heart.

Osa sat on the bed, cross legged, head down not making eye contact with the Mandalorian, if she ignored him maybe then the warrior would return her Papi, but Din knew, first hand, how hard change could be.

He had to show his daughter all the good the Mandalorians could offer, all their teachings, survival tactics, and ethics. The Code would help her grow from a child and into adulthood by absorbing key knowledge and skills, Din knew “This is the way” but would have to ease Osa into it, which he tried at their home but had been way more lenient then the Creed would be.

Din stood gazing at his stubborn daughter who wasn’t wearing her helmet and who refused to look at him, he couldn’t go about this the wrong way, he had to make her see him like how she did when they were first brought together.

“Have you taken up mediation Mi Pequeno?” Din tried to joke but could tell she was not in the mood.

“No, I’m on strike,” Osa replied in all seriousness.

Din knew this would be an up hill battle, he removed his helmet so she could truly see him and knelt in front of his daughter.

“Osa, I wouldn’t be doing this if I felt it was wrong. It is prudent we join the Mandalorians, their teachings go beyond more then I can give you.”

“I thought you were doing just fine,” Osa said quietly.

“I know you do Mi Pequeno, but I wasn’t preparing you for the galaxy. Just the two of us wasn’t living, by being apart of a larger community allows others to pass along their knowledge onto you, a skill set you never knew you possessed, and hopefully these teachings will help you discover who you eventually want to become. There is only so much I can give you Osa, it is up to you on who you want to be.”

“And you believe the Mandalorians will help me get there?”

“Yes, I do, because they helped me get where I am today, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else except for right here right now, Mi Pequeno. So what do you say, do you want to take this journey with me?” Din held out his hand praying his daughter would take it and luckily she did.

“I’ll take any journey with you Papi,” Osa displayed one last smile for her father to see before she slipped on her helmet, forever cutting herself off from the outside world and begin an unknown journey she was still hesitant about.

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yaoimila · 8 years ago

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Possession 3

PART ONE OF THIS SERIES IS AVAILABLE FREE! Hunnemus the demon hates the High Priest Sabaste, but shares his bed. Jonah, the mortal, loves Priest Sabaste, but demands they stay chaste. Both beings share the same body, Jonah by day and Hunnemus by night. Sabaste claims each of them as his own.

The priest’s scheme requires Hunnemus’ help but he must obfuscate at every step. As his motives unravel Jonah continues to believe Sabaste is noble—until it’s too late.

Yamila Abraham’s series continues with a sensual new episode, containing descriptive m/m sex. The first part of this series is available free. Parts 2 onward are free on KU. By the author of The Demon and the Emperor!

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1 The Twins

The sun peaked upward from the valley of Rainor. Sabaste, stately in his gray cossack and hooded cloak, and his twin sister Sabina, clad in a layered chiffon nightgown with her blonde hair loose over her shoulders, focused on the shards of light breaking over the horizon from the balcony of the great manor.

“Won’t the human be waking up now?” Sabina lowered herself on the marble guardrail, sweeping her skirts beneath her.

“Jonah and the demon divide their sleeping hours between them. He’ll rest until noon.” Sabaste crossed his arms. “The plan has changed. We’re no longer determined for you to produce a male heir for the earl.”

Her brow rose. “Oh? What has changed?”

“Juelet’s death. This demon coming under my control. Things shall happen faster now. I have all the coin we need. I’ve devised a new plan—and we shall see success before the winter.”

Sabina’s blue eyes glimmered. “Really? Tell me the plan—you’ve excited me.”

He lowered his head with a scowl. “I cannot speak of it in the daylight without him hearing me.” His luminous eyes moved upwards to shoot a disdainful glance toward the sky. “Your part is just to placate the earl. He spoke of divorcing you yesterday. If that happens our work of four years will be for nothing.”

Her face soured. “He wishes to divorce?”

The priest nodded. “I told him if he did so I would leave with you. This has stalled him for now, but if you rile him he further he will end your marriage.”

“It’s not my intention to rile him.” She folded her arms below her large bosom. “I behave as I always have, and he’s decided it’s now unacceptable.”

“After you dine with him tonight remain at the table. When he leaves, bow your head in your arms and weep. Put dust in your eyes to make tears if you must. Weep until he notices or a servant notices and fetches him. When he asks what’s the matter, tell him you loathe that you’re incapable of grief for your lost child and now fear you may lose him as well. Tell him you wish you could change yourself to become what he wants, but your mind was too broken by our vicious father. Beg for him to forgive you, and to grant you another chance.”

Sabina filled her chest with a deep inhalation. “Sabaste, I do love Lucretius, after a fashion. For all his stupidity, he has most often brought me joy--and of course, pleasure in our bedroom. It’s only lately that he vexes me.”

“Heed me and keep him.”

She shrugged with one shoulder. “I shall. It’s a simple enough thing. I hadn’t realized I needed to make so great an effort.”

“We must leave nothing to chance. Hunnemus presents an opportunity to hasten our victory. Now is the most pivotal time for us.”

Sabina lifted her head and grinned. The dawn lit hues of pink on her high cheekbones. “This demon, the son of Eros, does he wish for you to bed him? You may keep the man Jonah only through your cunning, but from what you tell me this demon requires sex.”

He stepped away with a salacious grin. “Believe me when I say I’m not troubled.”

Her large eyes widened. “Did you, Sabaste? With a man?”

“I did.” His grin turned askew. “I tested my ability to be attracted to male form these last few days, fondling and pleasuring the demon, and finding only sweetness to compel me. Last night I was overcome with lust, and it could be satisfied by naught but my beautiful Hunnemus or Jonah. Only Hunnemus will submit to me. I luxuriated in that beast’s supple white flesh, his mewling cries, his carnal ecstasy.”

Sabina’s eyes rolled back. She placed a hand to her chest. “You’ll make me faint.” She took a breath to compose herself. “Then you’ve taken lover. After all this time, when you vowed you could never again suffer intimacy.”

“Chastity was the only method to my recovery, just as the gentleness of Lucretius was for you, but this man and demon are different. I’m not reminded of our disgrace when I touch them.” He stepped to the edge of the balcony to look outward. “Those two are a gift I grant to myself. Jonah is a beautiful naïve thing. I will make him worship me and cement him by my side. And the demon, he yields to my touch grudgingly, miserably, all the while certain I’m a villain. He’s the greatest delight I’ve ever known, a challenge that sparks the conqueror within me. He goes where Jonah goes, and Jonah shall be mine.”

Sabina clasped her hands beneath her chin and squealed. “Oh, how marvelous! We must keep them with us then.”

“I intend to. They both have me enraptured.”

“I should like to see you kiss the red lips of that handsome Jonah.”

Sabaste fixed his gaze on the sky. “It shall happen. He lays down a cobblestone path before me without even knowing it. He says, ‘take me,’ with every movement, and yet dares to state he’ll never be mine.”

“This drama enchants me, brother.”

Sabaste jabbed a finger at her. “Then don’t ruin it by repeating what I tell you to Jonah. He felt betrayed when you mentioned the demon’s sexual nature. He already thinks us confidants.”

Sabina raised one hand as though taking an oath. “I swear I shall do nothing to prevent my brother from fucking the beautiful viscount he has trapped in his tower, so help me gods.”

Sabaste bowed in gratitude to her with a smile.

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aion-rsa · 5 years ago

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The Last Kingdom Renewed for Season 5

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Warning: contains spoilers for The Last Kingdom season 4

Praise the gods of Asgard! The Last Kingdom has been officially renewed for season five. 10 brand new episodes will be on their way to Netflix, based on the next two books in Bernard Cornwell’s Saxon Stories saga.

As is fitting as most of their lord and master/mortal enemy, Uhtred was the one to announce the good news to the cast. In the video below shared on the official @TheLastKingdom Twitter account, see Alexander Dreymon letting his fellow castmembers know that the series would ride again. Cue much whooping and a song about a party bus.

It’s so good to know we’re good to go. All aboard the party bus! #Season5 #TheLastKingdom pic.twitter.com/OLzOH5Fckx

— The Last Kingdom (@TheLastKingdom) July 7, 2020

Ever the pro, Dreymon was quick to maintain the season four cliffhanger by questioning whether Eliza Butterworth would be joining the rest of the gang on the season five party bus after her character Queen Aelswith was poisoned by the scheming Lord Aethelhelm in the season four finale. Will she survive or will she join her husband by the lord’s side up in paradise?

So far, each season of The Last Kingdom has adapted two of Bernard Cornwell’s Saxon Stories books. Next up are books nine and ten, Warriors of the Storm (published in 2015) and The Flame Bearers (published in 2016).

For the non-spoiler-phobic, here’s an outline of each:

Warriors of the Storm

A fragile peace is about to be broken…

King Alfred’s son Edward and formidable daughter, Æthelflaed, rule Wessex, Mercia and East Anglia. But all around the restless Northmen, eyeing the rich lands and wealthy churches, are mounting raids.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg, the kingdoms’ greatest warrior, controls northern Mercia from the strongly fortified city of Chester. But forces are rising up against him. Northmen allied to the Irish, led by the fierce warrior Ragnall Ivarson, are soon joined by the Northumbrians, and their strength could prove overwhelming. Despite the gathering threat, both Edward and Æthelflaed are reluctant to move out of the safety of their fortifications. But with Uhtred’s own daughter married to Ivarson’s brother, who can be trusted?

In the struggle between family and loyalty, between personal ambition and political commitment, there will be no easy path. But a man with a warrior’s courage may be able to find it. Such a man is Uhtred, and this may be his finest hour.

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The Flame Bearers

Britain is in a state of uneasy peace. Northumbria’s Viking ruler, Sigtryggr, and Mercia’s Saxon Queen Aethelflaed have agreed a truce. And so England’s greatest warrior, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, at last has the chance to take back the home his traitorous uncle stole from him so many years ago – and which his scheming cousin still occupies.

But fate is inexorable and the enemies Uhtred has made and the oaths he has sworn combine to distract him from his dream of recapturing Bebbanburg. New enemies enter into the fight for England’s kingdoms: the redoubtable Constantin of Scotland seizes an opportunity for conquest and leads his armies south. Britain’s precarious peace threatens to turn into a war of annihilation.

But Uhtred is determined that nothing, neither the new enemies nor the old foes who combine against him, will keep him from his birth right. He is the Lord of Bebbanburg, but he will need all the skills he has learned in a lifetime of war to make his dream come true.

There’s no return date set as yet for the new season, and with the global Covid-19 pandemic continuing to disrupt production on most new drama, fans can expect a long wait before this one is filmed and ready to arrive on screens. Even late 2021 would seem a very early estimation, but at least it’s on its way. To Valhalla!

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wionews · 7 years ago

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Opinion: What are the landmark moments of Indian judiciary in 2017?

Judicial governance of India’s 1.32 billion population entrusted to the hands of so few is an unprecedented challenge. The Supreme Court as the pater familias of the judicial family has contributed inventively and phenomenally while firmly entrenching the rule of law. The year 2017 was significant for the Supreme Court as it underwent three different changes in regimes. Chief Justice T. S. Thakur who demitted office on 3 January 2017 was succeeded by Chief Justice J. S. Khehar with a small tenure of eight months and then Chief Justice Dipak Mishra took the oath of office on 28th August 2017. The year saw some progressive verdicts, however, there had been some incidents which had cast doubt on the integrity of the judicial institution.

Verdict Restoring Public Trust

In a path-breaking judgment in the case Shayara Bano v. Union of India), the Supreme Court, by a majority of 3:2, set aside the archaic practice of ‘talaq-e-biddat’ – triple talaq. The court held that this form of talaq is manifestly arbitrary in the sense that the marital tie can be broken capriciously and whimsically by a Muslim man without any attempt at reconciliation so as to save the marriage.

This form of Talaq must, therefore, be held to be violative of the fundamental right contained in Article 14 of the Constitution of India. What is held to be bad in the Holy Quran cannot be good in Shariat and, in that sense, what is bad in theology is bad in law as well. The dissenting judges, however, regarded triple talaq as an inalienable part of Muslim personal law in India and opined that the practice does not contravene Articles 14, 15 and 21 of the Constitution.

Progressive Verdict

A nine-Judge Bench of the Supreme Court unanimously upheld the right to privacy as a fundamental right. This historic verdict on the case of Justice K.S. Puttaswamy (Retd.) v. Union of India held privacy to be the constitutional core of human dignity which safeguards individual autonomy and recognises the ability of the individual to control vital aspects of one's life. Personal choices that govern our way of life are intrinsic to privacy. Privacy protects heterogeneity and recognises the plurality and diversity of our culture.

Verdicts with Political Ramifications

A seven-judge Constitutional Bench on the case of Abhiram Singh v. C. D. Commachen by a 4:3 majority) held that seeking votes in the name of religion, caste or community amounted to corrupt practice and election of a candidate who indulged in it can be set aside. The Bench was interpreting Section 123(3) of the Representation of Peoples Act with reference to a question “Will a religious leader’s appeal to his followers to vote for a particular political party amount to electoral malpractice”. However, the Bench refused to revisit the Hindutva verdict (1995) which held that Hinduism is a way of life and not religion. The dissenting judges however held that such an interference by the court, prohibiting candidates from articulating issues affecting voters reduced democracy to an abstraction.

A verdict with massive political ramifications came when Supreme Court (State (through) CBI v. Shri Kalyan Singh & Others) restored criminal conspiracy charges against senior BJP leaders’ L K Advani, Uma Bharti, Murli Manohar Joshi and 13 other in Babri Masjid demolition case. The court allowed the appeal filed by the CBI and held that additional charges against Advani, Joshi and others be framed within four weeks.

Invoking its extraordinary constitutional powers under Article 142 of the Constitution, the Bench also transferred the pending separate trial in a Rae Bareilly Magistrate Court and clubbed it with criminal proceedings in the Lucknow CBI Court. The Bench directed the trial court to hold a day-to-day trial without any adjournment and pronounce judgment within two years.

Contentious Verdict

While convicting V. K. Sasikala, Ilavarasi and Sudhakaran in disproportionate assets case, the Supreme Court tried to reinstate the confidence of people in the judiciary but came under unexpected indictments. It faced severe criticism when the Chief Justice erroneously intervened in a corruption case which involved a retired judge of the Orissa High Court in order to constitute a bench of his choice to hear the case. It turned out to be worst when a lawyer who was arguing the petition was escorted from the court, flanked by security, after verbally grumbling with the Chief Justice. The episode not only diluted the accomplishments of this year but also substantiated the dubious attitude of Supreme Court in dealing with corruption in the higher judiciary.

(Disclaimer: The opinions expressed above are the personal views of the author and do not reflect the views of ZMCL).

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