#teeaves does star wars

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Skywalker and the Rug Merchant

Ekkreth-e-Ruklappa Veltak

I tell you this story to save your life. Ek marst te nao me lanal.

As everyone knows, Ekkreth is clever and cunning and the best at tricking Depur. But occasionally, Depur is able to trap Ekkreth for a little while. This is when Ar-Amu steps in.

This is one of those tales.

Ar-Amu looked upon her children, stone faced, and sad. Her children were still bound up in chains. Ekkreth was missing. So Ar-Amu spun the moonlight into water and gazed into the thin film in the bottom of the bowl, searching him out.

She found him, in a small town tucked far from the larger space ports. None of her people spoke her language, not even Ekkreth. None called each other by name. At night, no stories were shared, or dancing, or plays. They sat inside their homes and made useful things for their work the next day.

Ar-Amu was shocked-never had she seen some of her children this separated from her. So she called out to them from the desert. She called for any of her children to come.

None did.

Ar-Amu called for 7 days, and still none came to her.

Except for one figure, who was not one of her people. Everyday, they would cross the desert, heading to the slave quarters. And everyday, the figure- a simple rug maker- would pause, and stare out into the desert like they could hear Ar-Amu's voice.

Finally, on the 7th day, the Rug Maker stepped into the desert.

"Excuse me? I have heard you calling from the desert for 7 days. Do you need help?"

And Ar-Amu saw her chance.

"My people have lost themselves, and I need someone who can remind them of that. I need you to make a rug that tells them a story."

The rugmaker was shocked. "How can a rug tell a story? Why must it tell them a story?"

Ar-Amu's unveiled mouth turn from stone into a gentle smile. "Because a story can save your life. I will teach you to weave stories, and you will carry the stories to my people who do not have them."

The rug maker paused. "Who are your people?"

"My people are the ones bound in chains. The ones who must be enduring and sneaky and fierce and strong and pretty for the wishes of a being who calls them property. My people are slaves, and one day, they will be free."

The rug maker nodded. "So I will weave a story to save their lives. How do I do that?"

Ar-Amu turned and walked deeper into the desert.

"You follow me, and learn."

Now, while I am sharing the story, the secret of how to weave a story into a rug is not for you. Just know that Ar-Amu guides the Rug Maker into making a rug telling the story of Ar-Amu's promise. While the Rug Maker can't understand what they have woven, they can sense the importance of the task, and they do so with care. They study the pattern so they can weave the story again if they need.

They next day, the Rug Maker trekked into town from the desert, the pinks and reds of the dawns warming the sky. They guide the bantha who carries the rugs into the market, and they settle into an open spot, laying out the rugs and setting the one they had woven with Ar-Amu a little out of the way.

That day, many people stop by. Depur and freeborn and jawa and slaves. None of the people except the slaves stop and glance at the rug. And none ask for the cost except one.

"Rug maker, I am interested in this rug." The figure, bird like in facial structure, and built with hidden strength. Red embroidery wraps their old clothes.

The rug maker smiles. "But of course! It is one of my least popular- I would give it to you but for some water or pika juice."

The figure looks closer. "Why would you give something that takes many hours of work for so little?"

"Because the work does not belong to me, but to the people it was meant for."

The figure- Ekkreth - blinks, reaches into a pocket, and removes a small fruit, and a pouch with water. "You would trade the rug to me for so little?"

"Tell me, Customer, do you feel called by the threads?"

"I see myself in them, if I can look long enough."

"Then it is yours." The Rug maker says. "I gift it to you."

And the Rug maker packed up their supplies, and went on their way.

The slave who has the rug, took it to their home, and looked at it for a long time. But in daylight, it held nothing. After finishing their work for the day, is when the rug changed.

In the moonlight. the figure- Ekkreth gazed upon the story of Ar-Amu's promise, and remembered who they were. They turned into a red bird, and spread that knowledge across all of the slave quarters, and the quarters were able to find their names and their stories.

They could hear Ar-Amu calling from the desert.

They found their way to her.

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See I think Palpatine wouldnt treat them badly- that has the possibility of backfiring, because living things only last so long. Instead he does something a little more... insidious.

"Sir, the Coruscant Guard is running out of supplies, and our shipment has been rerouted 4 times."

"What? Commander, let me look into that for you- here I'll sign for it to be here tomorrow."

the next day, the food arrives. Palpatine has managed to arrange for something that is mostly fine... its just VERY close to the expiration date.

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There is nothing saying that Palpatine arranged thee horrible things, it just coincidence. Palpatine is just as overworked....

"You're loosing memory? How strange trooper... Have you gotten checked out? Maybe go after this shift."

I think Palpatine created a closed loop of suffering, pain, and loneliness for the Coruscant Guard to make an already dark-inclined planet into a ready made power source. Nothing overt, nothing obvious... just, unfortunate coincidences.

Palpatine wouldn't abuse the Guard directly, at least not in a way they'd realize or remember. Instead, he'd give all his cronies in the Senate free reign to be as cruel as possible and then make himself their savior - the only one who genuinely cared, the only one who genuinely tried to keep them safe. Biotechnology can break, but even in the face of overwhelming evidence, genuine love and loyalty will make you hesitate, will make you suffer in learning the truth and in trying to enact justice - more suffering that a Sith facing down however many troopers and/or Jedi Masters can use to empower themself. Just another small part of the grand plan and all its contingencies and one that's easy enough to carry out with minimal risk from the safety of Coruscant.

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Amakenna script. Numbers are in huttese because if you are to buy yourself you have to know how much you are worth, and whatever symbols were used previously, you have to know based off depur.

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Celebrations-Jedi+Tea Universe

The days after Ceremony's emergency surgery, the Temple Clone Guard, and their counterparts, the Temple Guard begin to look outwards. They look at the state of the galaxy, and wonder...

"How has this happened?"

But, Healer Che and her faithful team of healers contacts every single Medic Clone in the galaxy. They spread the word. They share how to fix it.

The force brightens, filled with light akin to that of Tatooine's twin suns.

The tide changes. Commander Fox notices, with the more restful shifts, and the medical leave to relax, that he is missing time. That a lot of the guard is missing time.

He is nervous, and worried, and filled with fear... but he looks at the beacon of hope that the temple has become.

He takes a breath.

He trusts in the Force.

Palpatine is forced to flee, Grevious is defeated. Dooku is captured. The galaxy turns. The tides shift. The Jedi get some time to rest.

Padme Amidala is elected as Chancellor. Bail Organa is her Vice.

The Jedi Temple, in recovery and healing and joy, see the Festival of Light has arrived. With perfect timing, as always,

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The Festival of Light comes around every 5-10 years, depending on the tides of the force. It is full of singing, music, the creation of art, sharing meals, and, for many, it is when a padawan and master declare their bonds.

The jedi meet with lineage and friends and crechemates and more.

The only rule is that in this time period, there is no using lightsabers. This is a point where you trust in the force.

And you fall in love with the light all over again,

This was written for the week 1 prompts of Jedi June 2024! I got a little lost while writing it, but I hope you like the ideas shared as much as I did!

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Trust in the Force

Omi stares across the cliff face, surrounded by a slowly advancing group of bounty hunters. Marrat Ben was in town, and the Hutt’s men had tried to take the homestead Ben and Omi lived at.

Omi was kol-depuan. Omi would not be chained again.

Yellow and blue double bladed lightsaber whirls and slashes, the training from Marrat Ben allowing them to at least protect themselves fron the blaster bolts flying.

But they knew that their time and stamina was limited.

Omi took a breathe.

“Omai, the force will always provide. You just have to trust it. The Force… it’s a leap of faith. You have to take the chance and leap.”

Omi glances, lightsabers still whirling. The cliff promised death if they didn’t figure out how to cushion thier landing.

Omi glanced at the group. Bib Fortuna’s stupid smug face laughed and beckoned the mercenaries forwards.

Omi turned of their lightsabers and took a breathe.

They closed their eyes.

They trusted in the force.

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@two-turtleducks sorry Nittu! I gave the wrong @ !

@adragonsfriend, @looseleafteeaves, and I were talking about Amavikka theater a while back and I thought I might share some of the headcannons here.

We know Amavikka theater traditions exist because Fialleril has mentioned them in fics before, and one idea bounced around is that many of the plays are retelling a of folk stories and include a lot of improve, easy to be thrown together and taken down and often preformed during sandstorms when Depur can’t walk in.

characters are differentiated by a mix of clothes, masks, and face paint. With the gods wearing complicated masks, and the prophets using face paints to distinguish who they are. Costumes range from simple to increadibly complex, though the later is more common among freed communities or enslaved populaces that have less direct oversight and are watched less closely. We ended up coming up with some variants of the more complex designs because it’s easier to scale down than up

Ar-Amu

always represented with a three eyed mask, her outfits sometimes include a water jar held like an infant and is often dressed in blue greans and blacks Leia The most variable as she's often depicted as the local krayt variant. More complex costumes include articulated "tail" carved out of wood that clacks when it's moved. Wood or bone is also used on the joints to make the clacking sound as the actor moves to replicate the sound of claws Lukka

A blank mask, with layers of fabric strips making up the outfit in shades of orange, red, white, and yellow. So that when the actor spins the fabric fans out creating a "storm"

Ekkreth

Many of the more complex ekkreth costumes are two fold, including an outer layer of their "disguise" that is held on with ties. Whenever ekkreth reveals themselves the ties are undone for a quick change as the actor "shapeshifts" Ekkreths mask is birdlike, and sometimes includes false fabric "hair" in red or black though not always

Some wonderful concept art by @two_turtleducks

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Amavikka Hospitality

Okay so I don't know the exact source of where southern hospitality comes from, but I see alot of rules and expectations regarding hospitality in a variety of cultures. I was also doing some work on the personal spreadsheet I have built based off of @booklindworm's spreadsheet for amatakka, include additions I made just to flesh out different things. The work was basically playing around and creating idioms and metaphors that could feasibly appear in the language, and I did this using a random number genearator, my knowledge of the broadly accepted strokes of amavikka, amatakka, and other star wars slave cultures, and came up with:

Ku akka-du, kus nalu, ku bora- Eat for the body, nourishment for the soul, feed hope.

In essence, by feeding yourself and others, you feed the soul and thus help hope for the future to grow. Amavikka hospitality is built around caring for people so that one day you hope you can see a day without Depur

"Hospitality" in amatakka is Takreti or, literally, "Healing Shelter"

Asking for takreti is kolrutu takreti-ji. "-ji" means searching for a answer

There are rules for Takreti- very similar to the ancient greek hospitality:

Hosts: 1. Offer some form of refreshment, but do not force it. 2. Provide shelter if the danger will not impact your family. 3. When you want to escort people out, you can't flat out say it. (I like the idea of flipping the broom, but that's just my headcannon" ALSO! You HAVE to escort the guest to the door, or to the safe exit. Guests: 1. Bring a small gift- food or something useful is most common WHEN POSSIBLE. 2. Don't flat out ASK for food- it's polite to defer 1-3 times, depending on the situation.(Same thing when being complimented). 3. The last words when leaving should be something along the lines of "thank you" or well wishing.

Hope other people like this idea too!

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Peace

This is in a world I am tentatively calling the Sowing Wildflowers AU. All you need to know is that: 1. There was no Order 66. 2. Jedi, hearts hurting from the war, scatter like seeds in the wind. The clones carring them further. 3. The main characters are members of a race of people called Melinomin. Main Characters: Sola Baileya, a senior padawan (Sola is a melinomin) CT-10-3-5420, AKA Captain Snitch (she/her(?) don't know why, Captain Snitch slammed that over my head when I tried to write "he" CT 12-1-9151, AKA Puddle (He/him, a klutz)

Mentioned: Jedi Knight Taplel Vrahe, a mikkian jedi artisan who was unfortunately thrown into the war as a general.

Light gently streaming across closed lids.

Wind rustling leaves, the scents of baked sand and floating flowers surrounding the small figure floating cross legged. The nose twitches, and a quick last breath out, and the figure uncrosses their legs, standing.

"Captain Snitch? What can I do for you?"

"Ah, Commander Sola, we are approaching the MediCorp station, the Sun Touch? I figured you would want to know."

"Thank you Captain Snitch. I will fetch the blankets we are delivering now."

The commander, whose long skirt swishes behind her as she exits, nods, calling over her shoulder "Puddles is joining you, so be prepared."

----

Sola reaches out in the force, brushing against the many bright lights remaining on the Sun Touch in farewell. As the Artisan jumps into hyperspace, Sola turns.

"Puddle, you've been especially quiet today. I know you didn't really get to know me, or Master Taplel, but even if the war was not over, you could ask us anything."

Puddle stays silent, gathering his thoughts. "I just- what is that thing you and General Vrahe are doing in the Growth Room? Why are you just sitting there with your eye closed? Didn't you have many other things you were supposed to be doing?"

Sola smiles and hops onto the nearest table, bringing themself to eye level.

"I know that clones received a limited education on Jedi with the kaminoans... did you learn anything about meditation?"

"That it is the action of meditating, which is focusing one's mind for a period of time, in silence or with the aid of chanting, for religious or spiritual purposes or as a method of relaxation."

"Textbook perfect, Puddle. Meditating is that, however, it is also a process that jedi use to connect and immerse ourselves in the force, releasing emotions that affect us in negative ways, and learning from what we experienced. It is something that is very helpful to build a habit of. but can be difficult to get the hang of. Does that make sense?"

"So, I'm hearing that meditating is something you are doing to understand your experiences, or relaxing and releasing stress. Is that correct?"

"That's exactly correct, Puddle!"

"So what were you meditating about today?"

Sola grabs Puddle's hand and pats it. "Can I invite you to join me to meditate? I would like to meditate some more on peace, and how healing it can be, especially when you were not original built to be in war."

Puddle looks into Sola's face. "I am not the best at staying still, but to concept of peace is something I would love to gain understanding of. Please allow me to partake in your hospitality, and join you in meditating."

Sola almost dances down the hallway. "Then let us go to the Grow Room! The sunlight simulators are the best!"

And Puddle, joining Sola in mediating, experiances his first taste of peace.

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@sparksinthenight ... how would you feel if I methodically translated all the Amavikka songs you have on AO3? Would you want that shared here on tumblr, or would you prefer that I just message it to you?

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Amatakka Translation ARE still occuring... I just happen to be on vacation so I am not spending a ton of time. I am currently translating "Seeking Dukkra" AKA "Jiir Dukkra" by @sparksinthenight

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Ek Masa Ekkreth//I am Ekkreth

a translation of the AO3 work "I am Ekkreth" by @sparksinthenight. This one took less time than others- I am starting to find the flavor of the language easier, and I am able to build new words way faster!

The OG fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32989300

Ek Masa Ekkreth

Ek masa Ekkreth ekur analav

Ek masa Ekkreth el Ekkreth masa em

Ek masa Ekkreth el ek analev

Elat Ek uba kolruta-lu

Ekate masa Ekkreth, tsi el ar-akkan

El tsi kashkaker emame skal tibaker

Ekate masa Ekkreth, tsi el ar-akkan

Ekate beru el ekate pari patag kheparigu

Ek masa Ekkreth el ek koldukkra

Ek -ker el peha sesi ekik eka

Ek masa Ekkreth el dukkraker ek

Ek depi anu el topitoba akkar sesi

Ekate masa Ekkreth, tsi el ar-akkan

El tsi kashkaker emame skal tibaker

Ekate masa Ekkreth, tsi el ar-akkan

Ekate beru el ekate pari patag kheparigu

Ek masa Ekkreth uba el deri

Ek-kur vellta echun Depur koljiir

Ek masa Ekkreth el Ek kur ali deri 

El em akkan Ek kur waru toba

Ekate masa Ekkreth, tsi el ar-akkan

El tsi kashkaker emame skal tibaker

Ekate masa Ekkreth, tsi el ar-akkan

Ekate beru el ekate pari patag kheparigu

If you have questions about any translations, please let me know!

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Jiir Dukkra

Another completed translation! Thank you for your patiance- as always, this is translated from @sparksinthenight 's "Seeking Dukkra"

Shka Lukka akkar ek-rigu Iti sapu terak dureth-rigu Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jiir parik

Shka Lukka akkar ek-rigu Iti sesi-to em tag skrim du apalu Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jirr parik

Shka Ikkelta sesi echunta Iti depi Depu-akar chelee Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jiir parik

Shka Ikkelta sesi echunta Iti juju patag rahshu ekate Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jiir parik

Shka Ekkreth reth pe em Iti si em ekkuba emi Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jiir parik

Shka Ekkreth reth pe em Iti chelee depua’beru a em Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jiir parik

Shka Tena panirigu ekate Iti depirap masa ek dureth em Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jiir parik

Shka Tena panirigu ekate Iti sinudu itzalu ek Tapa, Ar-Amu Kolrutu-to ek jiir parik.

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Amavikka and Tzai

Inspired by @fialleril

Tzai is a tea used in many rituals. Each family has thier own.

In my worlds, Tzai is ALWAYS made of seven ingredients, and water or milk is one of them!

The seven ingredients are for the 7 Winds of the Desert.

(Get ready for a new AU, post-order 66, Obi-wan has been stuck, and missed being able to help people. His hut becomes the first stop on the Tatooine Freedom Trail for many. His hut becomes a home for one.)

(The brewing part is just as important as the ingredients, as the steps honor the other spirits of Tatooine.)

(But thats a secret. I can’t share my recipe. But you can make your own!)

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Facing the Krayt, part 2

Leia, in the time after poisoning Jabba, waited in silence. Her back burned with pain like knives, the perfectly parallel lines from the elctrowhip pulling and stretching as she breathed.

First dawn passed, sky alight with pinks like Nabooian lake lillies. No one came to pull her out. Second dawn approached, red like blood staining the sky. A pair of guards approached and grabbed her arms yanking her from the cellar she was locked in.

Jabba’s majordono greeted her.

“The Mighty Jabba has decided your punishment. You will be facing the Sandstorm. If you survive, you will return to misting, little girl.”

Leia’s eyes burned, and her ears rang with the rattle of bones, the roar of a Krayt Dragon. She said nothing.

Bib Fortuna appeared almost disappointed.

“Put her outside the gates. She will walk into the Dune Sea. After the sandstorm passes, we will track her chip and return her- or her body.”

Leia’s face becomes like a nabooian lake. Placid, calm.

Unfathomably deep. Filled with dangers. She walked between the guards, listening as the call of the burning sands grew louder, snippets of words beginning to become heard.

She was shoved out the back gate of the palace. Her sheer clothes providing nothing to stop the wind. Her enslaved sisters had placed what few things they had set aside outside the walls, hidden beneath a rock with a tzai plant. She covered herself in the long, midnight blue cloak. Her barefeet covered in sturdy shoes. She armed herself with protection from the Burning Suns.

Then she walked.

As both suns reached the peak of their arc, the sandstorm was seen. The whipping winds, the knife like sand, the wall of darkness.

Leia saw its approach. She pulled goggles over her eyes, a sheer scarf over her mouth and nose. She breathed as the front running dust blew past. One last breath, and the storm was upon her.

The world turned black. Her clothing ripped into by wind. The world turned red.

A voice calling from deeper in the storm.

“Come, my child. Face the storm. Face your brother. Find your soul.”

Leia reached inside herself. The fathomless deep lake. The eternal mountain storm. The endless desert. A wall cracks.

Shatters.

Her mind fills with light. Even in the midst of the sandstorm, ghosts walk beside her, their beautiful presences splitting sky from sand.

“Hello there, little ghost.”

Leia smiles. “Ben!”

Ben- Obi-Wan- smiles and starts to speak, but is yanked into the wind.

Another flash- a red bird- there and gone again.

“Oh, darling.”

Leia’s eyes fill with tears. “Daddy.”

Bail Organa smiles, and his ghostly form embraces her.

“Face your Trial, daughter mine. With courage, strength, and wisdom. Your soul is of three peoples. You honor them all.”

Leia reaches out with grasping hands, tears freely flowing.

His ghost vanishes. Leia presses onwards. A woman, face hosting crows feet and the beginning of laugh lines. Her mouth moves, but no sound escapes. Her blue shaw flaps in the sandstorm’s breeze as she vanishes.

A beautiful woman, chest filled with lights like lightning bugs, appears. “Leia… Daughter… Child of Many. What do you seek?”

Leia, crying as she smiles. “Freedom. Myself. Hope.”

Breha Organa’s face becomes more real. “The go daughter. Lukka The sandstorm has your answers.”

“Wait- Momma- don’t leave yet- I’m sorry I failed-“

Though her blue glowing figure was gone, her voice rang like the wind chimes on Alderaan. “Oh Beloved. You could never have failed. You upheld the best parts of Alderaan. You protected hope. You survived. Thats all Bail or I could ask.”

Leia knew she wouldn’t find them again in this storm.

Before her, an orange flight suit covered in jedi robes runs forwards. Luke’s curly hair bouncing as he laughs joyously. Leia chases him.

The Krayt chases the Sandstorm. The Sandstorm chases the Krayt.

He vanishes. The little red bird is hopping before her, the barest of outline. It’s beak opens.

“Why do you walk the sandstorm, Child of Me?”

“I face the storm for a call, for a punishment from Depur.”

The redbird changes, becoming a brunette with a scar and a metal tube at his waist.

“The walk, Daughter of the Desert Lakes Mountains. The Mother awaits.”

Leia walks. The Dune sea laid out before her. Far in the distance, a rock face with plants blooming out of it is visible.

Directly before her is a woman dressed in layers, a pouch with a starburst and a bronze braclet is waiting.

“Water, Seeker?”

Leia nods and drinks deeply. “What is your name, Grandmother?”

“Shmi, granddaughter. I have wondered where you were when your twin crossed the sands.”

Leia blinks. “Shmi, I think you are mistaken. I have no twin.”

Shmi smiles. “I could never be mistaken. Lukka is only given as a name when there is a Leia beside him.”

Leia is stunned. Shmi gives a small secret smile. “Walk onwards, Granddaughter. Face your mother and yourself. Walk onwards, Leia Organa Ekkreth.”

Shmi vanishes.

Leia does as bid. Sitting before the cave in bloom is a women Leia has only seen in dreams. Long brown hair, so like her own. Deep blue dress. White, star-like flowers dotting her hair and dress.

“Hello, Padmè Amidala.”

“Hello, my daughter.”

And the area fills with light. A thousand snippets of a moment. A thousand chances to see what could have been. A moment with who was.

She sees Luke being taken away, sees Bail hold her for the very first time. Sees her mother breath her last. Sees her father and her mother breathe together, love each other.

Sees Vader.

Padmè kisses her forehead and says “Face yourself, my beautiful daughter. You must remember.”

Leia grasps her hand one last time as she fades. The cave, with blooming flowers and jagged teeth. A shuddering breath like a death rattle blows past.

Leia steps forward.

———

Leia never shared what she learned in that cave. It is a small, secret vision she keeps from all but one.

But she learned. For Leia the Krayt Dragon, Elder Sister, was waiting there. And Leia knew her soul. For no chain has been made that can bind her to not escape, and none ever will.

Leia returns after 7 days in the desert. She walks through the gates of Jabba’s palace, and they did not need to track her. She was in perfect health.

Lukka Luke came the next day. Leia strangled Jabba with the chains he thought would bind her, would break her.

She freed herself and her sisters. Her sisters embraced her as she left to face the Depur of the Empire.

Lukka looks at Leia, and they both know the other like a forgotten friend come back into your life.

The Krayt chases the Sandstorm. The Sandstorm faces the Krayt.

Leia, after freeing the Empire, brings Lukka back to Tatooine. The Burning Twins help their people take back their planet.

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Kehran Rapitakka Guide

Here is the link- Chapter 1 is finished (for now)

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Leimasailu, Story Teller

Ek masa kiki Leimasaileth. Ek masa kiki Sylo. Gan-amu Sasi nuto Leimasailu. Amavikka nalun tovur leimasailu. Ekate naludukeh sudamn essa leimasailu. Ar-Amu nelu leimasailu nudu emu amakuuna.

Ek leimasailu te nao me lanal.

Ek leimasailu lu te nao me lanal.

I am a Story Teller. I am a storyteller. Grandmother Sasi named be Leimasailu. Amavikka yearn for storytellers. We breath magic through storytellers. Ar-Amy gave stories as Her promise.

I tell stories to save your life.

I tell this story to save your life.