#lehon

[shipping1addict]

We already know and make fun about the fact, that Shin gives of Lana Beniko vibes. But have you seen their lightsabers?

The similar part is the emitter of course. It's a reach but it could work as a video-game-to-live-action style change.

What's even more interesting, when it comes to the style of the emitter on Shins hilt, is that it reminds me of the Star Forge, the temple on Lehon and of the Rakata in general.

Further examples of rakatan archiecture in Ahsoka are as much as a reach to say the least, so I'll keep them to myself.

I would like to get to know the Rakata in the official Disney canon and since they were mentioned in Andor (alongside Belsavis might I add) I also thought that this might be a very real possibility.

Alas. We already got the very big hint of the mortis gods and a few easter eggs of hieroglyphs that might bring the Zeffo into the mix as well, so I doubt that every other mighty beeing would have a bigger role in the next installement of the show.

If the design is on purpose though, I welcome it with love and affection.

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FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt #17 - Sally

Content Warnings: Lehon'a is referred to with he/him pronouns, as this takes place before her transition in Shadowbringers, but not in a transphobic way.

Spoiler Warnings: None

Summary: Can it really be called a 'happy nameday' if you're getting forced to leave your tribe? Asking for a Lehon'a Nhavareh.

Check it out below or on Ao3:

As the light of dawn began to slip into his rooms through the breaks in the shutters, Lehon'a awoke to a feeling of dread. Today was the day, after all.

In truth, he'd dreaded today's coming for some time, passing from willful ignorance to rage to a melancholy that he could never quite shake. Something about it felt wrong.

The day should've been one of celebration. It was his nameday, or at least the closest thing he'd had to one. The anniversary of the day his mother had taken him in from the road where he'd been abandoned. Eighteen years it had been, apparently. Supposedly, that made him an adult, a ‘man’ in the eyes of the tribe. 

He'd always hoped that that word would come to fit him, that he'd grow into it like an ill-fitting shirt handed down from an older family member. Yet today was the day, and he felt no more a man than any other day he could remember. 

Traditions left little room for feelings, no flexibility for confused youth or anyone who might dare to question why. 

And so, in the traditions of the Miqo'te he'd been raised with, his eighteenth nameday would be the day he was expected to leave the tribe.

He could return every so often, of course, and he certainly planned to. But the expectation was that he would go and see the world, meeting other tribes and gaining worldly experience until he one day found a mate. And that expectation was mutually exclusive with the strong bond he'd formed with his mother, not to mention his female peers who he would also be leaving behind.

It felt like dying, like leaving behind the person he was in search of some vague notion of cosmopolitan knowledge. And he didn't want to die.

His bag had already been packed the night before; he'd correctly guessed that he'd feel no motivation to do it in the morning. A freshly washed white and tan tunic hung from a hook and his reliable pair of thighboots sat near the door, waterproofed and ready for the road ahead. More reminders of the impending journey.

Maybe if I just don't move or make a noise, it'll just pass me by, Lehon'a thought, knowing full well such juvenile logic would never actually hold up in a situation like this. Anything to keep it from coming, to keep it from happening. He felt every single second pass in a silence he knew would break, sooner or later, and it was almost a form of torture. Instead of spending this time with his mother, cherishing the moments they had left, he was here, hiding away from everything in bed. 

Not long after these thoughts came a knock at the door.

“Lehon'a? Dearheart, are you awake?” his mother called through the door. He couldn't bring himself to remain silent, but his lethargic voice betrayed his emotions.

“Yeah, mom… I'm up.”

She noticed immediately. “Can I come in?”

Nothing seems to matter, so might as well, he thought. “Sure.”

The door opened slowly, and Lehon stepped through, carefully closing it behind her to avoid making more noise than necessary. She crossed the space between them and sat on the bed, at his side.

“I know this isn't what you wanted, and to be truthful, it’s not how I’d like to spend your nameday either. But I am determined to make the most of the morning before you go, so I made some breakfast for the both of us, and I’ve got something to give you before you go.” She paused for a second. “I’ll give you a bit more time on your own, but the food will get cold eventually, so the quicker you’re through that door, the better breakfast will be.” She gave him a kiss on the forehead, as she’d done many times before, and then got up to finish the cooking, leaving Lehon’a on his own once more.

After another moment in thought, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, let out a heavy exhale, and then kicked his feet out from under the covers and onto the floor.

It wasn’t much longer before he’d gotten dressed: undershirt, tunic, pants, boots, one after the other. Getting ready had a certain momentum to it, even under these circumstances, and he found it easier to keep moving forward once he’d started. After some quick checks of his pack, he stepped through the door and into the kitchen.

It was far from a panacea, but he would’ve been lying if he’d said the aroma of breakfast food didn’t improve his mood at all. It was all his favorite smells, wrapped into one: eggs with cheese and fresh vegetables from the garden, a tuna spread with lemon and herbs on toast, and a pitcher of La Noscean orange juice, which was a rare treat in this part of the Shroud.

“I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause I might’ve gone a bit overboard,” Lehon said with a laugh.

“Smells great, mom.” Lehon’a stopped to set his pack down next to the table. “Thank you.”

Lehon quickly dished up a couple of plates while Lehon’a was busy pouring the juice, and they met at the table moments later.

“I know I was just making a big fuss about the food getting cold, but I’d rather do this sooner than later, on the off chance we run out of time eating,” Lehon began, fishing for something in a pocket of her apron. “I got you a proper gift for your nameday, and for the road ahead, too.” She extended her hand, which held a small box. Lehon’a took it and began to gently untie the ribbon that held the two halves together. He gingerly separated the lid from the base and set it down on the table as his mouth fell open in shock.

It was an earring, a crescent moon made of bronze inlaid with a small pearl that featured two thin crystals that dangled beneath it. The symbols of Menphina, he thought.

“Oh, it’s beautiful…”

“I’m glad you like it, dearheart. My hope was that it might remind you of me, of us, when you’re far away, and that you might walk under Her protection wherever your travels take you.”

Without missing a beat, Lehon’a took the earring out of the box and clipped it to his ear, subconsciously wiggling it a bit as he got used to the slight difference in weight.

“It really suits you,” she said as she got up from her seat and opened her arms for an embrace, which Lehon’a gladly accepted.

“Thank you,” Lehon’a replied, trying not to let the tears in his eyes escape.

“Save the tears for after breakfast, all right? I don’t think the eggs need any more salt.” The joke snapped the tension in the air, and they both let out a hearty laugh as they went back to their seats to start eating.

Lehon’a still was far from excited to be leaving home so soon, but even he had to admit that knowing he had Menphina watching over his travels made him feel a little better about venturing into the wide unknown of Eorzea.

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Stay Close to Me

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:30:56

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Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi - Prisoner of Bogan #4 - Battle of Lehon by Jan Duursema, Dan Parsons and Wes Dzioba

[sailor-artemis]

Artemis' XIV Write Master Post!

We did it! This was such a fun challenge to take on this past month, and while I'm glad to have a break, it really was a blast.

For anyone just tuning in, or for people who might've missed some of the posts since they were a bit scattered, I figured I'd collect 'em all in one place for easy reference!

Ratings are based on Ao3's system - General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

The patch or quest listed is the furthest content you'll need to have completed to not be spoiled.

Steer | Aelita & her Parents | G | No CWs | Minor Bozja lore | 1798 words

Horizon | Aelita/Yugiri | G | No CWs | Patch 2.2 | 1017 words

Tempest | Lehon'a/G'raha | G | No CWs | Patch 5.0 | 667 words

Reticent | Aelita & Rielle | G | No CWs | DRK Lv 56 | 673 words

Stamp | Lehon'a & Tataru | G | Pre-transition pronouns | Patch 3.0 | 892 words

Halcyon | Aelita & Lunya (her mom) | G | No CWs | None | 900 words

Morsel | G'raha/Lehon'a/Y'shtola | G | No CWs | Patch 7.0 | 617 words

Staggering [Free day] | G'raha Tia | T | Injury depicted | Patch 5.0 | 418 words (this is a part of a longer fic I'm working on, will post soon)

Lend an Ear | Lehon'a & Lehon (her mom) | G | No CWs | Patch 5.0 | 1266 words

Stable | Lehon'a & her chocobo | G | Pre-transition pronouns | Patch 2.0 | 837 words

Surrogate | Aelita/Yugiri | G | No CWs | Patch 5.0 | 515 words

Quarry | Aelita & Chrysocolla | G | No CWs | None | 870 words

Butte | Aelita & Chrysocolla | G | No CWs | None | 732 words

Telling | Lehon'a & Ar'beunti | G | No CWs | Patch 6.55 | 671 words

What Goes Unsaid [Free Day] | Aelita/Yugiri | T | Implied violence | Patch 4.0 | 967 words

Third-Rate | Lunya & Brithael | G | No CWs | None | 1143 words

Sally | Lehon'a & Lehon | G | Pre-transition pronouns | None | 1202 words

Hackneyed | Aelita/Yugiri | G | No CWs | Patch 4.0 | 1460 words

Taken | Lehon'a | T | Character deaths mentioned | Patch 3.0 | 956 words

Duel | Lehon'a | T | Fighting for sport | Patch 7.0 + Normal raids | 617 words

Shade | Aelita & Esteem | T | Depicition of injury to a main character, background deaths mentioned | Patch 4.0 + DRK lore | 574 words

First Day of Class [Free Day] | Lehon'a & G'raha (Studium AU) | G | No CWs | None | 1168 words

On Cloud Nine | Aelita & Rielle & Sid | G | No CWs | DRK Quests thru Lv 60 | 1118 words

Bar | Aelita/Yugiri | G | No CWs | Patch 6.0 + Phys Ranged Role Quests | 1185 words

Perpetuity | Lehon'a/G'raha/Y'shtola | G | Depiction of a Panic Attack | Patch 7.0 | 982 words

Zip | Lehon'a & Y'shtola | G | No CWs | Patch 5.0 | 1554 words

Memory | Aelita | M | Depiction of Blood, Gore, Torture and Death | Patch 5.0 + Bozjan Southern Front quests | 1810 words

Deleterious | Lehon'a & G'raha | G | No CWs | Patch 5.0 | 981 words

"The Gang Invents Kayfabe" [Free Day] | Stolar, Azem & Felix (friends' WoLs) | G | Patch 7.0 + normal raids | 1287 words

Two Heads are Better than One | Lehon'a & Koana | G | Patch 7.0 | 1078 words

And if you prefer to read on Ao3, you can find the series here!

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Revan: If you don't remember who you really are or don't want to admit it, how can you fix your mistakes made in the past properly, hmmm?

I devote it to one episode in the game. After crashing on Lehon there's a conversation with all the crew members. Jolee namess the main character Revan while talking about Bastila, and there are two possible options in reply:

1) Don't call me that! I'm not Revan anymore.

2) If Bastila joined Malak, then she'll suffer the same fate he does.

They are both absolutely wrong for my Revan. At this stage, she admits she is Revan, not that false identity. But she has no intention to talk about Bastila (and Malak too, I guess) like that either! Personally, I think it would be a little bit unhealthy for Revan to deny her true identity at that time.

P.S. Despite that, this is literally my favourite computer game. I find it inspirational, fascinating, exciting and almost ideal! Funny fact: I was inspired to write fics and learn English thanks to that game! 20th anniversary... OMG! Yeah, I'm rather old, can't believe it!:D Ha, my favourite moment from the game is still Revelation. I've recently played the game and somehow was shocked when Darth Malak appeared in front of you on the Leviathan at the time when freedom became to seem real (and the whole discussion is something)!

[morojoj]

Aaaah kultapojat, rakkaat, mussukat, tärkeät. (eli rötöstelijäpojat)

Voi pojat, mun piti esitellä tää au täällä jo melkee vuos sitte, mutta!! tässä mä viimein oon!!

Elisiis, punk bändi au tai vaan punk au, jossa rötsyt (ja muutama muuki) on lukiossa pienehköllä paikkakunnalla 90-luvulla ja niillä on punk bändi. Pähkinänkuoressa se on sitä, että ne soittaa punkkia Kaarnan autotallissa (kyllä, tämä on Kaarna Lehdon faijana au<3), ajelee Lehon toyotanrämällä, homoilee, pusuttelee poikia ja tekee kaikkea siistiä, mistä meikäpoika voi vaan haaveilla yksin sänkyni pohjalla. (ja Rahikaisesta tulee aina vaan homomman näkönen)

Bonus_hauska:

[ipreferfiction]

Ahnder Drex

a child of the zabrak diaspora, Ahnder comes from a long line of spacers; he grew up on starships and fueling stations and enlisted in the Republic military to leave behind the chaos of his childhood. he took to the military quickly, and finished his SpecOps training just in time to be assigned to Havoc Squad. a week later, they defected, leaving Ahnder on Ord Mantell to deal with their treason.

Through hunting down the ex-Republic traitors, cleaning up the messes they left behind, and waging war against the Empire, Ahnder grew frustrated with General Garza's seeming disregard for individuals' lives, including his own squad. He was only too happy to be transferred to Colonel Rian Darok's command following Corellia; the transfer allowed him and his squad to hone their skills without Garza's harsh orders to navigate.

Ahnder grew close to Darok while training under him, and considered the man a friend as well as a mentor; Darok's defection to the Revanites left him reeling and shook his faith in the Republic in a way the first Havoc's defection hadn't. chosen for the Lehon strike team, Ahnder was one of the four people sent to hunt Darok down, but Ahnder made a different choice at the summit of the Temple of the Ancients.

he turned his fire on his squadmates, and threw in his lot with Darok and the Revanites instead. with Ahnder's help, Arkous and Darok escape Lehon unharmed, and Ahnder joins the Order of Revan immediately afterwards, making a new home on Yavin along with the Order's highest-ranking members. with the Revanites as a new galactic power, Ahnder has finally settled into someplace he calls home.

[strangeshipper]

Kas'im fights rancors at Lehon Star Wars :: Drew Karpyshyn, Darth Bane: Path of Destruction, ch.23

[There is only one rancor in the novel, but I draw two of them just for composition]

"Kas'im wasn't surprised in the least by the ambush. He'd sensed the rancor's presence from several hundred meters away, just as it had surely caught his scent and stalked him from some great distance. He met the creature's charge with calm, ruthless efficiency. (...) Kas'im twisted and dodged, leaping over one attack, then dropping to the ground to roll beneath another. He moved so fast he would have been nothing but a blur had the rancor not been blinded by rage. And with each evasion he struck another blow, whittling away at the mountain of sinew and flesh like a master sculptor working a lump of lommite. The rancor floundered, lumbering and stumbling as if it were performing some drunken spacer's dance. In contrast, Kas'im was quick and precise. With each passing second his opponent slowed, its strength ebbing away. At last, with a forlorn groan, the beast toppled forward and lay motionless."

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FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt #9 - Lend an Ear

Content Warnings: None

Spoiler Warnings: General spoilers for the first half of Shadowbringers

Summary: Lehon'a Nhavareh returns home from the First with two items on her agenda: A commission, and perhaps more importantly, a homecoming.

Check it out below, or on Ao3:

Lehon'a took a deep breath.

Dreading a homecoming was a strange feeling, one she couldn't say she'd ever felt before. She knew it was likely temporary, but it sure didn't make knocking on the door any easier.

She'd been away for a long time, and not of her own volition. One G'raha Tia, posing as the Crystal Exarch, had whisked her, Ar'beunti, and the souls of the rest of her companions to the First without so much as a clue for those left behind. Fortunately, Feo Ul had helped maintain some semblance of contact across the rift, but she had to imagine that Tataru did not enjoy having to write a letter in the immediate aftermath that read:

“Dear Lehon,

Your child has disappeared suddenly and we don't know why or where they went.

Our apologies, The Scions”

Thankfully, it turned out that she alone had the ability to return via a portal in the Ocular, as she had been transported wholly instead of just as a soul, like her companions had. 

She'd been hesitant to return for a while, mostly agonizing over the one big thing that had happened while she'd been gone: she'd transitioned.

As much as Lehon'a did want to reassure her mother with her presence, seeing her mom wasn't the main impetus for this trip. She'd come out a while ago, first to Y'shtola in confidence, and then to the rest of the Scions shortly after. Her friends had been endlessly supportive, and before she knew it, Lehon'a had endless spare clothes and more gifted cosmetics than she knew what to do with.

She'd started making more changes in her day to day life; she wore a ribbon in her hair most days, and occasionally put on a skirt or a dress when the situation didn't immediately require battle garb. The next step, however, was a large one. Y'shtola had sat down with Lehon'a one afternoon and shared something she'd heard about during her studies at Sharlayan: a substance called Fantasia. If rumor was to be believed, it was a liquid that, if ingested, could change one's physical appearance into any form they desired. Phials were difficult to obtain, Y'shtola had said, but it seemed like it could be worth asking Tataru about, whenever she next found herself back to the Source.

And when she'd told Y'shtola about what the Exarch had said, that she alone might be able to freely come and go, Lehon’a started to notice Y’shtola slipping little reminders and nudges into a conversation here or there. Eventually, Y’shtola had worn her down. It can’t hurt to just ask, she’d said. 

So she’d done it. Had yet another awkward conversation with Tataru and Krile, who were not only understanding but also shockingly pragmatic. Tataru had had all the forms to get Lehon’a’s records changed in order and ready to go on her desk, as if she’d known in advance, somehow. She’d patiently listened as Lehon’a stammered through a description of Fantasia, taking notes the whole time, and Krile had filled in the gaps with her own knowledge. Tataru, ever the realist, had said she couldn’t promise anything except her best effort in finding some. It hadn’t been long after that when they’d said their goodbyes and parted ways, leaving Lehon’a with nothing else on her plate except for a visit home.

So there she stood, in front of her childhood home, where her mother still lived. As she raised her fist to knock, she realized that she’d missed an opportunity to wear something more feminine. She hesitated for another moment, having to stop and gather her resolve once more. A hair ribbon and form fitting pants will just have to be good enough, she thought as she pushed through the anxiety and knocked on the door.

“Coming!” Lehon’a heard a muffled yell that could only belong to her mother. The door swung open, and there she was.

“Oh! Lehon’a, it���s you! What a surprise, I… I’m so glad to see you again!” The words poured out of her, likely stockpiled since the last time they’d spoken. The flow was only temporarily halted as Lehon went in for a hug. “You look different! Better, I think. Is it the hair? It looks nice like that, it really does.” 

“Glad to see you too, mom,” Lehon’a replied, trying to keep the nerves at bay. “Listen, uh… could we talk? It’s… it’s important.”

Lehon paused for a moment, and Lehon’a could tell she understood the seriousness that her tone of voice had implied. “Sure, dearheart. Let’s go sit.”

Lehon’a followed her inside, and sat with her around the kitchen table, as they had many times before.

“So what is it you’d like to talk about?” Lehon began, cautious of touching a nerve.

“I…” Another pause. Why didn’t this get any easier? Lehon’a thought to herself. “I’ve been through a lot while I’ve been away. I’m not sure exactly how much of the specifics you’ve heard in the letters you may have gotten, but it’s been quite an ordeal.”

“All the more reason for me to be glad you’re here,” Lehon replied, putting a hand on top of her child’s.

Lehon’a smiled in return, trying to keep her conversational momentum moving forward. “I’ve met new people, and grown closer to old friends, but… but most of all, I’ve come to realize something about myself.” Lehon didn’t interject this time, content to let Lehon’a share. “I’ve realized that I…I’d be…” Lehon’a could feel the tears starting to form, but wanted to push through them. “That I’d be happier living my life as a woman.” 

The words hung in the air between them for a moment, and then Lehon grasped her daughter’s hands tightly in her own. “Oh, Lehon’a… my wonderful daughter.” They both began to cry, though these were tears of joy, not sorrow. “I couldn’t be happier, dearheart. And don’t worry, I’ll take the brunt of breaking the news to the tribe– unless you’d rather do it yourself.”

“No, no, you have my blessing. It’s one more awkward speech I don’t have to give.” Lehon’a replied with a nervous laugh.

They both stood up and embraced again, this time for quite a while longer. 

“Not to say that I knew ahead of time or anything, but… when you were a child, I always felt Menphina’s light shine a little more strongly on you than on any other boy in the tribe. Any time the sky was clear, you just seemed to gather all the moonlight in the room.”

“Oh, did I?”

Lehon looked at her daughter with a smile. “I guess now we know why.”

“I guess so, huh?”

Another beat of silence.

“I love you so much, Lehon’a. I always will. No matter what.”

“...Even if I drank a potion that made me look totally different?”

“Even if you drank a potion that made you look totally different. You’ll always be my beloved daughter.”

This time Lehon’a went in for the preemptive hug, pressing her forehead against her mother’s. “Thanks, mom. I love you, too. More than you know.”

“So… You’re in the market for potions that change your appearance now, huh?” Lehon walked over to the icebox and took a look inside. “Well… no transformation potions in here, I’m afraid, but I do have some lemon tea I brewed just this morning.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lehon’a replied, once again sitting down at the table. While her mother’s back was turned, she offered a silent prayer to Menphina, thanking her for such a caring mother and such a lovely day.

[sw5w]

Tuskens Fire on the Jawas

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace - Deleted Scene: Extended Podrace Lap Two 03:33

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Galactic Gazetteer: Lehon

AKA: Rakata Prime, the Unknown World

Type: terrestrial/ocean world

Primary: Abo

Moons: two

Location: Tempered Wastes, Unknown Regions

Inhabitants: Rakata

Affiliation: Infinite Empire

Status: uninhabited since c.25,200 BBY

First appearance: Knights of the Old Republic

Fun fact: once the capital of the Rakata-ruled Infinite Empire that ruled much of the galaxy until their destruction by war and plague.

Another fun fact: surface is mostly ocean, with scattered islands and small landmasses.

[invincibleinck]

More Star Wars cats reposting, this time feat. Carth cat from KOTOR. This is a multi-animator-project part for FallowHollow, who made the palette. And even more is in the works because brainworms. And because I don’t hate the Carth-cat design.

Youtube desc:  Fandom: Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 1 Characters: Carth Onasi (blue), Darth Revan (red), Mission Vao (purple) Story: The theme was betrayal, or (quoting the MAP call now) "characters close to/bonded with characters who later became villains, and how that affects them". My section was supposed to show the turning point. SO I chose the Dark Side route turning point on the Rakatan planet/Lehon. Having reclaimed her Sith title, Darth Revan returns from the temple and demands that their companions join them, or die. Carth refuses. He runs. He calls out to Mission to run too, but she doesn't follow. Later, he returns to the beach and finds her blood soaking the sand. He's lost his first family and now his found family. The woman he loves has betrayed him twice. He's lost two children to Darth Revan's malice. Song by Ramsay Acronyms that apply: PMV = Picture Music Video MAP = Multi - Animator / Artist Project KOTOR = Knights of the Old Republic

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Lirik Lagu Lao Ma Ho - Tabita Sipahutar