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Cosplay Mania 2022
Cosplay Mania the biggest and most anticipated Cosplay Event returns in spectacular fashion with a incredible line-up of special guests, activities and surprises including the return of JAM (Japanese Anime Music) Concert. Re:Ignite Your Passion in this must-experience event of epic proportions.
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Cosplay Mania 2022
Cosplay Mania the biggest and most anticipated Cosplay Event returns in spectacular fashion with a incredible line-up of special guests, activities and surprises including the return of JAM (Japanese Anime Music) Concert. Re:Ignite Your Passion in this must-experience event of epic proportions.
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Hololive Indonesia’s Ayunda Risu a multilinguistic squirrel girl from a magical forest who…
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✧•∙ HOLOCTOBER Day 18: Party/Formal ∙•✧
🎇 Regis Altare 🎇
#fanart#holoctober#day 18#party#formal#holostars#holostars en#holotempus#WorkofAlt#Regis Altare#very fancy leader#I love his holomeet outfit sm#digital art#myart#katradraws
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purikura with the (ex) wife <333
#hololive#hololive english#holoen#irys#hololive irys#hakos baelz#baerys#irysart#baelzbrush#holopromise#first time drawing both of them!! theyre very fun to draw :)#esp since bae's design has always been one of my favorites#i've been wanting to draw this ever since bae was announced as one of the holomeet ambassadors for this year#divorced yuri ambassadors yippee!!!!!!!!
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I'm strongly inclined toward a headcanon where Obi-Wan and Tarkin refuse to make direct statments to each other unless absolutely necessary... leading to a lot of embarassingly petty drama on Tarkin's end of the conversation (i.e. over a holomeeting where Obi-Wan is standing literally right there: "Master Windu, will you please inform Master Kenobi of [blank]?"). And it's not bc Obi-Wan isn't doing it too. Quite the opposite! He's just being much more subtle and creative about it.
And when direct statements are necessary, I need these two to finish every single one of their sentences with a distastefully enunciated "General 😤" or "Admiral 🙄."
As long as Obi-Wan's loathing/disgust is more skillfully inflected every single time.
In fact, I'd like Tarkin to sometimes lie awake at night and weep because he's been practicing a snob tone his entire life and yet he still cant match the intense level of revulsion that Obi-Wan summons out of thin air with seemingly no practice at all
Also I'd prefer Anakin to be 100% oblivious to all of this every step of the way. I mean, they're both friends with him, so of course they're friends with each other, right? :) This is just their way of bonding over impeccably posh accents.
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would u pls subject Gree to Spar >:D
Gree is talking to General Chewbacca of the Wookie forces when both he and the Wookie catch a high pitched whistling noise coming towards them. It’s not a missile whistle, but it doesn’t keep him from bracing himself and looking around.
Chewbacca, though, looks up and holds out his arms.
An armoured Mandalorian crashes right into the Wookie’s arms and then proceeds to laugh maniacally. “Thanks for the save, Chewie,” the Mando says as he’s sat on his feet.
Gree isn’t great with Shyyriwook just yet, but the droid he has helping translate tells him that Chewbacca’s answer is “Who tossed you off?”
Both look up at the trees above them.
“It’s more accurate to say I tripped,” the Mando says. Then, he adds, “While catching one of the younger ones who insisted on following us.”
Gree vaguely remembers hearing that there was some kind of right of passage happening that day, but he hasn’t met any of the group involved.
He certainly doesn’t remember a Mando being involved, though. “Uh, General Chewbacca?”
Chewbacca and the Mando both turn to him, though he’s sure that the Mando is hardly named Chewbacca.
“Do you want me to introduce myself?” the Mando asks with a wry kind of lilt. The more he talks, the more familiar his voice seems. It’s different from the clones’ flash-training influenced accents, but it’s familiar. Like a higher pitched Commander Bacara, from the holomeetings they have.
“<<Yes,>>” Chewbacca says, a word that Gree has picked up along with the words for no, please, stop, down, and careful.
The Mando sweeps off their metal bucket, revealing a face Gree immediately wants to describe as like if a clone were a woman, with a rounder face and longer hair and lots of jewellery. He heard there were women Mandos on Kamino, but he’d never met them, and he’d heard Fett had adopted a clone—did he pick up one who came out a girl? “I’m Akaanik’sha Fett,” she says cheerfully. “Jango’s my older brother. You can call me Spar, most clones do.”
Okay, so not the adopted clone. Or a clone at all, apparently. That fits way better with the armour and the jewellery. Gree can’t imagine even an adopted clone getting to wear things that most natborns, especially Mandos, find precious.
“I didn’t get to do the typical Wookie right of passage last time, well not the typical way,” Chewbacca nods at that, “the last time I was here, so since we have some time and we were back in the area, Chieftain Tarfful suggested I come along this time.” Spar smiles cheerfully. “I think it’s not meant to be.”
Chewbacca’s more complicated roars are translated again by the droid. “You have a warrior’s spirit, to help as you have.”
“You’re too nice, Chewie,” Spar says. Then she looks back at Gree. “Thank you, by the way, for your work here. I was more worried about getting someone off planet, so I couldn’t do much when the Separatists arrived here. You guys’ arrival, and then Commander Grey’s help when things followed us, were of great help to the people affected, and you’ve done good work here with the Wookie warriors. I’m proud of you.”
Gree’s been hit by plenty of droid fire since coming here. He’s gotten quite a few blows to the back by over-enthusiastic Wookies.
Those last four words are like a punch to the gut, more of a shock to his system than any of those. He doesn’t know why, but it is. It’s not something he ever expected to hear from anyone, especially not a Mando.
Especially not a Fett.
He swallows. “It’s, ah. It’s a real nice placement, you know?” He likes getting to learn about people so different from him. The Wookies have been incredibly accepting of the clone troopers stationed here, especially when he looks at his trips to check on those with the Trandoshan Army on Dosh. He gets to be as curious here as he wants and he’s learning a lot.
Spar smiles again. “Good.” She slaps Chewbacca hard on the back. “You take care of these boys, got it?”
Chewbacca laughs. “<<Of course!>>”
And then Spar is wriggling out of their way, headed back off into the village very purposefully and cheerfully, adjusting a Wookie bag over their shoulder as they swing and jump around.
“She’s…interesting,” Gree says.
Chewbacca blinks. “<<She?>>”
Gree blinks back at him. “Is Spar not a woman?”
Chewbacca considers that. The droid translates what he says as, “The Jedi called Spar he and him.”
Ah. Gree covers his face with his hand; this is embarrassing. “Don’t tell him I made that mistake.”
Chewbacca laughs again.
(I’m accepting clones to subject to Spar until Friday.)
#my fanfiction#alpha clone spar#clone commander Gree#chewbacca#ssitb#ssitb verse#ssitb verse au#Gree: I have no interest in Mando culture#Gree upon meeting Spar: I perhaps should have paid more attention to Mando culture bc wow I made an assumption#also Spar is actually saying Chew’i#they’re friends#minor ssitb spoilers
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A Grand Old Life of Disapointment
"Great. I have to file a report about a stolen communicator and holopad. How the fuck am i supposed to know what happened? I'm up here while whatever dirtbag that dicided to break an old married couple's holomeet is in the lower levels of Coruscant. While i'm up here. What am I suposed to report? I wasn't there! Some di'kut stole a communicator. Oh, and also a holopad. That's all they're giving me. Fucking hate this job."
"Well maybe the dirtbag was a good guy and the old married couple were under cover separatists."
"Thire. Shut up."
"Hey, unlike you jaded pessimists, I can still feel optimistic about things even after an entire life of disapointment. Y'know why? Because I'm stupid."
"Just let me sulk about my own life of disapointment, okay?"
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Crunchyroll Expo to Feature Hololive Meet, Jujutsu Kaisen, ODDTAXI Guests
Crunchyroll Expo to Feature Hololive Meet, Jujutsu Kaisen, ODDTAXI Guests
In partnership with COVER Corporation, Crunchyroll announced that Crunchyroll Expo will feature special, never-before-seen edition of the hololive Meet (holoMeet) experience taking place in San Jose, California from August 5-7, 2022. Additionally, Crunchyroll Expo will also welcome guests from JUJUTSU KAISEN and ODDTAXI.
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A new hololive Experience, and guests from JUJUTSU KAISEN & ODDTAXI are heading to Crunchyroll Expo 2022
A new hololive Experience, and guests from JUJUTSU KAISEN & ODDTAXI are heading to Crunchyroll Expo 2022
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Crunchyroll has announced that a never-before-seen hololive Experience will be at this year’s Crunchyroll Expo, as well as guest appearances from Jujutsu Kaisen and ODDTAXI cast members & production staff!
A special never-before-seen edition of the hololive Meet (holoMeet) experience!
Ⓒ 2016 COVER Corp / Crunchyroll
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Hololive Production Unveils The Lineup For Anime Expo 2022
Hololive Production Unveils The Lineup For Anime Expo 2022
#hololive #holoID #holoEN #holoMeet #hololiveMeet #VTube #AX2022
Big news coming from Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, in a new press release from Cover Corporation that Hololive Production will be attending this year’s Anime Expo in LA on the first weekend in July.
In the new press release, Hololive will have new merchandise for the hololive Meet ambassadors, and various other items will be for sale at their booth. Here is an event summary of what fans can expect at Anime…
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#Anime Expo#Ayunda Risu#Cover Corporation#Gawr Gura#Hololive#Hololive EN#hololive Meet#Tokino Sora#VTubers
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Cody, sliding a piece of flimsi across Obi-Wan's desk during Mandated Paperwork Time: "Sign here, here, here and initial here, sir."
Obi-Wan: *does so without opening his eyes because Mandated Paperwork Time has been happening for three hours*
Cody, leaving the room with the signed documents: "Thank you, sir. Mandated paperwork time is now over; you can go to sleep now."
Obi-Wan, punch-drunk on sleep deprivation: "Okay, night-night."
~12 hours later, during a holomeeting with the council~
Mace: "And now for our last order of business: Obi-Wan, would you care to explain to the rest of the council why we received a copy of your writ of marriage to Commander Cody, retroactive to the beginning of the war?"
Obi-Wan: *record-scratch*
Yoda, a Known Shit-Stirrer: "Invited to the ceremony, I wish to have been."
#aaaaand that's how that happened#star wars#the clone wars#codywan#sw shitpost#obi-wan kenobi#commander cody#cody: 'now /i/ get to give /you/ orders'#obi-wan: 'i'm not sure that's how that wor--'#cody: 'i'm your husband now /i/ say how it works. now go back to sleep and let me win this war'#alpha-17; comming just to cause trouble: 'congrats on finally deciding to end the war.'#alpha; leaning in closer: 'good luck with cody. he's /your/ problem now.'#cody's comm: *buzzes*#alpha-17: *pops up despite cody pressing the ignore button*#alpha: 'gOODBYE YOU LITTLE SHIT HE'S /YOUR/ PROBLEM NOW!'#in the codywan marriage alpha-17 occupies several positions usually held by multiple people#best man to obi-wan. uncle/father figure to cody. long-suffering trainer to both. etc.#in a bizarre twist of fate alpha is the happiest person in the galaxy about cody conning obi-wan into a marriage#alpha-17: *sips kaf* good for him. hit them while they're vulnerable to suggestion.#sw fic ideas#by apples#clone trooper shenanigans
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ROTBTFD Star Wars: Wrath of Darkness chp 5
The Younglings
On a tropical planet in the Outer Rim filled with lush plant life sat a floating bronze city nestled between the mountains. This planet was the known as Punjam Hy Loo and was home to one of the Rebel Alliance’s staunchest allies and supporters, the Kinnaran people. The Kinnarans were avian humanoids, birdlike and adorned with feathers in a spectrum of colors. They were strong willed and large in spirit despite their small frames.
They had joined the Alliance after their queen, Toothiana, had been saved by its members. For a time the Alliance had placed their main base in their planet’s orbit. But they’d moved for the safety of their friends, despite the Queen’s insistence that her people knew and accepted the risks.
Despite this many of the Kinnaran people had enlisted, joining rebel cells as pilots, doctors, and engineers. Queen Tooth served on the Alliance High Command, the governing council of the Alliance. She now tended to stay on her home world to rule her people while maintaining he presence through consistent communications and holomeetings.
She’d also done their Jedi allies a favor by agreeing to take in and care for their younglings, the young children they’d managed to find for Jedi training. The younglings were trained by the Kinnaran warriors who specialized in sword play, sharpening their bodies and minds while the Jedi periodically stopped in to to give them lessons regarding the Force and to view their progress. The Kinnarans’ contribution on the younglings’ training was so influential that it had forever changed the Jedi style. With the Kinnaran sword play leading to the development of new katas and techniques that blended well with the traditional Jedi forms.
Carved into a mountain near the Kinnaran capital city that shared the planet’s name was the Temple of the Sisters of Flight. A sacred place to the Kinnaran people where all their young eventually attended to undergo warrior training to learn the martial ways of their people. This was also where the younglings were housed and trained.
In the deeper parts of the temple a young woman with pale skin and white hair ran through a twisting and turning pathway, her senses on high alert for the unseen hazards all around her.
The girl wore a light grey tunic over a dark grey undertunic. She wore a light blue tabard held in place with a dark blue obi with a blue leather belt. Her forearms were adorned with dark grey arm guards. He wore pale leggings that matched her skin tone with a pair of grey and dark blue ankle length boots. Her face was framed by choppy bangs and her hair extended just past her elbows.
Her name was Emma. She was a Burgessian, a pale skinned human species from the planet Burgess. She was the first of the Jedi’s students and had spent the last couple of years in training alongside her classmates.
At the moment she was running through a maze beneath the Kinnaran temple. The maze was rigged with booby traps and hazards. All to test her skills and reflexes and strengthen her connection to the Force.
She suddenly skidded to a stop and jerked her head back as a shaft of wood lunged out in front her face. If she hadn’t pulled her head back she would’ve received a painful blow to the side of her skull. Then she twisted and spun as more jutted out from hidden holes in the walls. She dodged before managing to advance. She broke into a jog before breaking into a full sprint. All the while she ducked and weaved around the headless spears.
Then with a spring she began to flip and cartwheel down the hall. She dodged each and every one, the Force allowing her know where the next one would come out. She ended her acrobatics and switched to a normal run, pausing as she jerked back one last time and through a chop. Her hand broke through the shaft of one final headless spear. She snatched the long piece out of the air and kept running.
After a few meters she reached another length of rigged hallway. She heard small puff of air coming from the walls. She began spinning her polearm in her hands, using it to defend as a barrage of darts fired from the walls and at her as she went. She deflected every one that came at her before she cleared this trap as well.
She was near the end of the maze. She sprinted at full speed and saw the light at the end of the tunnel, the way out. Then the floor split open as a pit fall trap revealed itself. She yelped as she fell, gravity dragging her down. But she recovered quickly, the length of her staff to wedge into the gap of the pitfall. She stopped and the staff bent. She used the moment of her fall to spin around it to gain speed, doing a full turn before springing up to the ledge of the pit and landing in a crouch.
She rose up and ran before finally clearing the maze. She hunched over, hands on her knees and panting. She heard hands clapping and looked up to be met with a black feathered Kinnaran hovering toward her, carried aloft by fast beating wings.
“Excellent work Emma,” her teach, Thrush, said impressed.
“Thank you Master,” Emma said as she caught her breath and stood.
“That was your fastest time yet. But you’re still slower than Havo,” Thrush continued, referring to one of her classmates.
Immediately Emma’s face formed into a scowl. “How much slower?” she asked.
“Four seconds.”
The young girl’s mouth fell open. “Four seconds!? Are you serious!?” she cried in outrage. “Ugh. He’ll never let me live that down!”
Thrush laughed before consoling her and leading her back to training with the others. Meanwhile Emma’s peers were training throughout the temple. Her classmates were of varied species. But they got along for the most part. They’d all grown in their own ways, displaying different talents that their masters encouraged them to cultivate on their own.
There was the youngest, Nuna. She was a Pantoran child of 10 years old while the rest of her classmates ranged from 14 to 15 years of age. She had the blue skin her species was known for a lilac colored hair with golden yellow eyes. Her lilac hair was parted to the side, with the left side being tucked behind her ear and the other kept out of her face with a clip. She wore a long dark blue sleeved dress that extended to just above her knees and was secured by a red sash she tied around her waist. She wore white legging with boots that matched her dress and wielded a white bladed lightsaber that was tucked into the sash at her middle.
She had her eyes closed and her arms out in front of her. Surrounding her were a circle of stones that she was controlling, practicing her precision with moving many things with the Force. She waved her arms about and the stones moved in time with her movement. She made patterns like figure eights and circles while spinning on her heel, all while maintaining her focus.
Away from her another girl was practicing. She had red hair that she tied into a long single plait that that fell to her lower back. She wore a far less traditional outfit that would be expected of a Jedi. She wore a tight black sheer top that left her shoulders and back bare. Over that she wore a cropped red tank top with a black skirt. She wore a criss crossing red belt with a turquoise buckle that matched her boots that went up to her shins. She wore black leggings and long grey gloves that covered the majority of her arms, stopping just beneath her shoulders.
Claire was a girl who’d come from Alderaan and her style was apparently the current in style fashion trend that was all the rage. She had a green hilted orange bladed lightsaber clipped to her belt that resembled a flower. She was practicing with a seeker droid, a small floating round droid that moved in random patterns and fired non lethal blaster bolts at unpredictable intervals.
The girl watched it closely as it circled around her. She waited hands slightly raised in preparation when it fired. She responded quickly, raising a hand and channeling the Force. The blaster bolts hit an invisible wall and dissipated before the droid moved to a new location and fired again. She did the same, throwing up her other hand and the bolts were blocked yet again. The girl had begun learning to erect barriers with the Force. It was skill she proved to be quite adept at and was eager to hone.
In another part of the temple two of the younglings were sparring. They were performing velocities, lightsaber drills practiced repeatedly at ever increasing speeds until one of them took a hit. They were two young males of different species. One was a Zabrak and the other a Sephi.
The Zabrak, Wrath, wielded a crossguard lightsaber with forest green blades. He was on the defensive, which for him was his forte. He wore a dark blue sleeveless tunic over a light blue sleeveless undertunic. He wore dark cloth wraps around his arm and a matching obi around his waist. Her wore dark pants with grey boots. As a Zabrak he had a crown of horns growing out of his head. In addition the boy had undergone his peoples’ right of passage that marked his ascent into adulthood. His face was adorned with black tattoos, symmetrical and jagged that gave him a fierce look.
Sparring with him was his close friend and fellow youngling Havolian. A Sephi. The young Jedi in training had the pointed ears his people were known for. He had white hair that was cut short and styled into a widow’s peak. At first glance it would appear the boy was swinging a blaster with a plasma blade coming out of it. But it was the clever design of his lightsaber. His lightsaber’s blade was a spring green and the hilt was curved, a style that emphasize dueling. Which was what the young man excelled at.
The Sephi wore a loose long sleeved olive green tunic over a dark brown long sleeved high collared undertunic. Over his tunic he wore a light brown tabard with a dark brown obi around his waist. He had dark brown pants with matching olive green boots. The young man was the best lightsaber duelist out of his comrades, displaying amazing form as he launched a quick series of attack that his friend met with a stalwart defense. They’d been going at it for several minutes straight without either of them taking a strike.
Alongside them was a more bestial youngling. A young Shistavanen male with brown fur. His people were a canid and wolf like sentient species and usually xenophobic, making him a rare sight to see alongside his classmates. The fur on his head was longer and spiked up like a mohawk. He wore a black vest with a black leather sash tied around his waist that held up his black pants. He wrapped his feet in strips of black cloth and wore a yellow spiked collar around his neck. He wore a pair of black fingerless gloves that allowed for free use of his claws.
He wore a bone encased lightsaber wrapped in leather with a sky blue blade that was secured to his belt. Unlike his friends he possessed a unique ability to sense things with the Force. His Force senses could be linked to his sense of smell, allowing him to essentially smell Force signatures like they were unique scents and odors.
In another area of the temple another youngling was training with their Kinnaran caretakers. She was perched on several rows and columns of high wooden pillars. She was moving from one to another, all the while the Kinnaran helping her practice were attacking her, swinging at her with wooden staffs. She ducked and dodged, twisting and bending her body as she sprung to another pole to dodge.
This female youngling was dark skinned with dark brown curly locks. She wielded a bronze colored lightsaber hilt with a sky blue blade. She was wearing tight blue sleevless crop top with a high collar that exposed her midriff. She wore shorts and a long kama that covered the front and back of her legs. She wore dark grey boots that went up to just below her knees. She wore a long orange sash that she tied several times around her waist and knotted in front of her.
The girl was very skilled connecting with animals. She seemed able to commune with and calm all but the most vicious of creatures. She also had a special connection to the jungle, something the people of her home planet shared when they were still alive.
In a chamber filled with pools two more non human youngling were practicing on their own. They stood on either side of a pool with their hands outstretched and eyes closed. Before them were floating orbs and streams of water. It was a new technique they were trying to develop. Which was proving difficult as water was ever shifting and harder to manipulate that solid objects with a defined shape and structure.
One was a young Mon Calamari male. He was a fish like humanoid who was orange with black and white spots, a rare coloration for his species. He wore a light blue under tunic and over it a navy blue tunic. He had a robotic right hand and wore white gloves over it and his normal three fingered one. He had a silver hilted lightsaber with a deep blue blade hanging from his belt. He wore dark pants with navy blue boots.
Across from was a female Gungan. She was a blue Otolla Gungan. She had a slender frame and a beak like mouth with large ear flaps. She didn’t tie hers back like most of the females of her species, which made her look tomboyish by her peoples’ standards. She wore a dark leather vest she kept buttoned over a strapless brown dress. She wore brown pants and no shoes. Her lightsaber hilt was fashioned out of a Gungan atlatl, a tool they used to hurl their boombas and had a purple blade.
The girl could leap higher and farther than any of her classmates given her kinds’ naturally strong legs. This extended to her kicks which were devastating, capable of shattering rock and stone. She was a great swimmer like Nemo and the two often swam the Kinnaran lakes together.
The younglings were the next generation of Jedi and had taken diligently to their teachings. They awaited the day when they too would defend the galaxy like their masters.
Until that day they would train and keep training.
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At the floating Kinnaran city the Winter Spirit was set down on a landing platform at the city’s edge. Jack and Rapunzel got off while Euegene stayed on board so he could continue to try and reach his contact.
Rapunzel decided to go to Tooth’s palace to pay the queen a visit while Jack was eager to head to the temple to see his sister. They went their separate ways, agreeing to meet up at the temple later. Jack took a sail barge to the temple, smiling as it drew closer. He was looking forward to seeing his little sister. They were the only family each other had and she always greeted him with a big hug and a happy smile that always made his day.
He couldn’t wait for that hug.
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“Alright children! Break time!” Thrush called out.
The younglings all stopped what they were doing and smiled. They began to run through the temple and converged into a single hallway.
Jack rounded a corner and stopped as the younglings began to run by him. He watched the procession before seeing his sister heading his way.
He smiled and stepped into her view with outstretched arms. “Hey! Baby sister! Big bro is-”
“Yeah hey Jack see you later!” Emma said as she ducked his arms and kept going, following behind her comrades. Jack blinked in shock and followed after her as she kept on going, not even bothering to look back.
Meanwhile the younglings navigated through the temple to head straight for an open entryway carved into the mountain side. Being capable of flight the Kinnarans mostly had entrances in the mountain face they could just fly right into. There were some paths for the more elderly Kinnarans to reach the lower levels but they were few.
In the past the younglings would use one of these paths, following down to the jungle floor. But not anymore. One by one they all leapt out of the temple to free fall toward the jungle floor below. One might think them mad, but of course they were no ordinary children.
They fell through the clouds as the wind whipped past their bodies and they felt the windchill. But they found it all exhilarating. It was a rush and one of the most exciting parts of their day. The tallest tress of the jungle drew nearer and nearer they spread their limbs to catch as the air and slow themselves down. They also began to focus their powers, ready to unleash it to soften the impact of their fall.
Some of them chose a more flashy way break their fall. Ella who was accustomed to jungles grabbed one of the large leaves at the top of a tall tree. The leaf bent and she let go, grabbing onto another beneath it and repeating the process as she descended.
One by one the younglings hit the jungle floor in soft landing before they began to run and gather into file. Havolian led the way. Followed by Emma and then Ella. Wrath followed behind the latter with Claire and then Wally coming up behind him. Then Nemo and Lan Wu fell into step with little Nuna bringing up the rear.
They ran through the jungle at incredible speeds, following the familiar trail they’d run time and time again nearly everyday since they'd begun their training as they made way to their hangout spot.
Finally they broke through a clearing to arrive at their lakeside resting spot and began to settle down to relax for their free time. All save Lan Wu and Nemo who dived right into the lake to go for a swim. They hit the water with two big splashes before surfacing and then laying back in the water to leisurely float as they paddled circles.
The younglings lounged about and talked. All while Emma stood at the edge of the look and began to fiddle with her hands as she geared up to practice something.
“Was that your brother Emma?” Clair asked her.
“Yep,” Emma answered simply as she rubbed her hands together. She cupped her hands over her mouth and blew into it. “C’mon. C’mon,” she said between breaths. She was feeling the temperature of her breath. Waiting until it was the right temperature.
The younglings watched knowingly. They were curious to see if she’d finally got it down. Finally with one last breath Emma could feel the chill. She smiled as she spied the faint mist wafting from her clasped hands.
She began to rub her hands together and focusing.
Then with a final breath she threw both her hands out. But nothing happened.
“I...don’t think that was it,” Claire commented with a wince.
“Yeah. Definitely not,” Emma agreed with a frown. She cupped her hands over her mouth and breathed into it, waiting for her warm breath to turn cold. After a few moments it had, and she tried again.
Once again...nothing happened.
“Ahhh. Kriff,” she swore aloud.
Claire gasped and she clapped her hands over Nuna’s ears. “Emma! Don’t swear in front of Nuna!”
Nuna’s face was neutral. “I know curse words,” she said flatly.
“Sorry,” Emma said, more for Claire than the Pantoran. “This technique is just so hard.”
“Well Elsa said it would be,” Havolian pointed out.
Emma was and had been attempting to replicate Elsa’s Force Ice techniques. But with little success. She’d asked Elsa how she did out of curiosity, and the knight had offhandedly explained how she did it before telling Emma she shouldn’t attempt it until she was a few more years into her Force training.
So of course, Emma decided to see if she could figure it out now.
Emma was hellbent on learning how to perform Elsa’s technique. She felt this would only further cement her place as the knight’s Padawan in the future. Though it was already more or less guaranteed and confirmed by Elsa herself.
So really it was more out of pride than anything else.
“Come on. I can do this,” she whispered to herself as she felt her breath once again. She took more time to prep, slowly breathing in and out and quieting her mind. She waited for the coldness of her breath. For the frosty mist to seep from her hands.
She felt and saw it and knew it was time. With a yell she threw both her hands out, feeling like this was it. This was her moment.
From her hands flew a single glittering blue snowflake. It drifted and danced through the air before falling to the surface of the lake and then melting into the water.
Everyone was quiet as the atmosphere grew awkward. They felt a little bad for the white hair girl. All that practice and this was the extent of it.
“Keep trying and you’ll eventually have an ice cube,” Havo quipped to break the silence.
“Shut up Havo!!!” Emma barked at the Sephi. The exchange earned a few chuckled from the group as Emma went to sit beside them with a deep frown.
With that, they settled back to relax.
“I think of of the Jedi is here,” Wally chimed in.
The group exchanged a glance as a silent message passed between them.
“So, we all still agree?” Emma asked. They all gave a nod to confirm that they were aligned.
“Ok. So we’ll bring it up with whoever is here,” Emma said her mind set on what was going to come.
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Dread walked through the Imperial palace alone. He scowled to himself, is conversation with Drago fresh in his mind. Dread was wary of the Emperor's choice of allies, the Mandalorians and the Nightsisters. And when he'd voiced his concerns Drago dismissed them.
The Mandalore was a powerful ally, and at the same time a significant threat. He and his warriors were warmongers. Already beginning to conquer planets and acquire territory of their own. The Empire had left them to themselves, keeping in their graces by paying and hiring their services against the alliance.
Dread wasn't sure if Drago was unconcerned by the threat they posed or didn't believe they posed the significant threat Dread thought they did. But in the end it wasn't his place to question Drago.
As Dread walked to his quarters he passed by several Nightsisters. The witches smiled coyly at him, winking as they passed by. He noticed they were new, likely having just come from Dathomir to replace the ranks of their sisters who'd gone back home with child.
Dread continued on his way, walking the halls of the palace that was once the Jedi temple. Drago had converted the Jedi's sanctuary into a monument of the Sith's power and victory. As he went on his way he stopped. He turned his head to find yet another Nightsister sitting at a temple window, gazing out and over the city of Coruscant.
Heather.
Dread stared at her as she kept her gaze out over the illuminated city. She was different than her sisters. She was more powerful than any of the other witches. Apparently she was the right hand of their leader. She could easily defeat members of shadow guard. And even the Inquisitors, the Empire's most powerful collective of Force sensitives, stood no chance against her.
And the most obvious difference she had from her sisters was that she was not human, Dathomiri, or Zabrak. She had reddish skin and a natural, almost hypnotic, charm about her. Dread had his suspicions as to what species she was, but kept his opinions to himself.
Unlike the other witches she wore black instead of red. She had long black hair that she wore in a braid over her left shoulder. Her outfit consisted of long black boots that extended just up below her knees and black leggings that went up and stopped at her thighs, displaying the red skin of her thighs with a pair short black trunks. She wore a black top with a hood and cowl that concealed her face.
It annoyed Dread that she always kept her face concealed. She herself was a mystery.
"Beautiful. Isn't it?" she suddenly asked aloud.
Dread blinked, realizing he'd been staring at her. It irked him, how even he found himself enraptured by her without his knowledge.
She turned her attention from the city and to him. He could tell she was smirking at him. Her eyes twinkled with mirth. She crossed her legs and stared at him, awaiting an answer.
"Quite. The Empire's capital city is a sight to behold," Dread said evenly. He remained silent as he continued to stare at her, ensnared by her green eyes and noting how the light shining from the window bathed her in light. He almost wondered if she'd planned this beforehand.
"Something on your mind Dread?" she asked as she cocked her head to the side.
"Just wondering why I find you alone, Sister? Wouldn't you prefer the company of your clan?"
She chuckled. "I enjoy my solitude. Besides, most of my sisters find themselves in the company of Drago's dark side adepts," she explained with the shrug of a shoulder.
"And why not you?" She arched a brow in question. "I noticed how many of your sisters find themselves with child. Yet you-"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I seek only the strongest male to be my mate."
"And the members of the Shadow Guard or the Imperial Inquisitors?"
"Those imitations of Sith?" she asked in disgust. "They're weak, unworthy of fathering my children."
"Oh?" Dread asked curiously. He smirked, standing at full height. "And me?"
"I am a Sith Lord. I am one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. My strength in the dark side is second only to my master," he pointed out. "Do I not meet your standards?"
Heather hummed as she uncrossed her legs and stood up. She took a step toward, slowly, holding his gaze all the while. She raised her hands up and placed her palms on the front of his chest armor. Even with the layers between them Dread had to suppress a shudder.
He stared down at her as she traced her palms over his armor. He could feel his pulse quicken as she asserted her charm over him. And try as he might, he couldn't get away.
"Well," she said as she rose up slightly on her tip toes, hovering just a few inches away from his face. "I just don't like you."
And just like that she took a step back. Dread scowled at her while she only smiled in amusement. "If you are in need of female companionship, my sisters will be more than happy to share your bed with you."
With that she walked around him and went on her way.
"How will you know when you've found him? This worthy male?" Dread asked as he stared after her, glaring at her back.
Heather stopped, not turning around as she answered him.
"He will defeat me."
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Jack walked the halls of the Kinnaran temple and to his sister's room, wondering why she'd run out after training so suddenly. The girl had been acting...different. She was moody, more withdrawn, and less openly affectionate with him. He used to remember the times when she'd run to him with a happy smile and throw her arms around him in joy. Now he could sometimes barely get a nod to acknowledge that he was there. Elsa assured him that she was simply growing up, maturing into a beautiful and independent young woman. Who, as a maturing adult, simply didn't need her older brother around watching her all the time.
The very thought made Jack shudder.
As he turned down the hall where Emma's room was he nearly ran into someone. He took a step back and glanced down at a different youngling. A young red headed human girl he recognized as Emma's closest friend, Claire. She stood before him, arms crossed behind her back and smiling up at him.
"Hello Jack, whatcha' you doing?" she asked casually.
"Hey Claire. Just going to see my sister," Jack answered as he shuffled to the side to walk by her, only to be halted as she quickly stepped in front of him.
"Oh she's busy right now. I can tell her you stopped by and she can call you later," Claire offered.
"If it's all the same I'd rather speak to her now," Jack replied simply as he stepped to the right, only to have Claire copy him. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Ok Claire, what's going on?" Jack asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Going on? Nothing is going on. Emma is just really busy and would rather not be disturbed," Claire answered.
"Yeah, well I'm her big brother. So I'm going to go see her," Jack answered. He tensed, quickly moving side to side in an attempt to get by the youngling. But her Jedi training and reflexes made her fast and able to predict where he'd move next before he even did it.
Her determination to stop him only made him more curious as to what Emma was doing.
"Hey Claire is that a zit?" Jack asked out of the blue as he pointed at her face.
The young girl gasped, hands flying up to feel her face. "Where?" Using her distraction Jack quickly spun by her before proceeding towards Emma's room. Jack paused outside when he found a large slap of stone partially blocking the entry, he peeked inside to see what his sister was up to.
He found her sitting on a cushion with a small holoprojector in front of her. The thing was displaying a person right before her. He stared at what appeared to be the hologram of a young boy around her age.
"I wish you were here," Emma said wistfully as she hugged herself, smiling at the hologram.
"I know. I wish I could be there too," the boy's hologram said back. Jack suppressed a gasp, staring in shock and horror as Emma blushed and brushed some strands of white hair out of her eyes.
Jack's mind didn't want to believe what he was seeing. But there was no other explanation.
Emma had a boyfriend!
"How's the fleet?" Emma asked curiously.
The boy shrugged. "We're good. Fighting the Empire where we can, saving lives and all of that," the boy answered casually.
"My Hiro," Emma said with a smitten sigh. Jack gagged as he stared, feeling a flaming pit of brotherly protectiveness flare up within him. He reached his hands out and grabbed at the edge of the slab before he started to pull with all his might. But even with his full strength the slab barely gave an inch.
"I wish I could fight out in the galaxy like you do. The only missions the Jedi ever take us on are ones with pretty much no danger."
"Don't be mad, but I'm kind of glad for that. I like the thought of you safe."
"Awww," Emma gushed at his concern for her well-being. "I hope I get to see you again Hiro."
"Me too Emma."
Jack paused, taking shallow and quiet breaths outside the door after failing to budge the slab. He peeked inside, only for his eyes to bulge at the sight of Emma leaning in with eyes closed, like she were about to kiss the hologram.
This would not stand!
"Emma you stop that!" Jack cried as he made his presence known.
Emma gasped as she and the boy's hologram looked to the door. Emma's face burned in embarrassment. "Jack!?" she shrieked in indignation.
"That's right! Me!" Jack said as he tried to squeeze through the crack and into her room. He strained, pushing against the door to get a few more inches of space as Emma shouted at him to stop and get out. "Damn this thing is heavy," Jack muttered as he slowly but surely wiggled his way through and into the room.
He fell inside ungracefully before leaping to his feet and stalking to tower over the boy's hologram.
"Who are you?" he demanded of the boy.
"Uhh..." the boy said as his hologram looked up with wide eyes.
"Jack!" Emma shouted as she stood in front of him and shoved him back. "This," she said as she gestured back to the boy. "Is Hiro. My boyfriend."
"Like hell he is," Jack growled. He peeked over her and at the boy. "Who the heck are you? And what are your intentions with my sister?" he demanded.
"I'm going to go Emma," the hologram said quickly. "Bye," the boy said before the transmission ended.
"No!" Emma cried angrily as she stared at the space where his hologram had been. She whirled around angrily to scowl up at her big brother. "Nice going Jack. Do you know how often we get to talk?"
"How long has this been going on?"
"I don't know. A few months."
"And you're what, actually dating this...Hello?"
Emma narrowed her eyes at him. "His name is Hiro, and yes. He's my boyfriend."
"Oh no he is not. You do not get to have a boyfriend."
"You can't tell me what to do!"
"Big brother," Jack said as he jerked two thumbs toward himself. "Little sister," Jack said as he gestured at her. "I think I can."
"What do you care? We're in a long distance relationship anyway. Like, lightyears away, long distance," Emma said with a note of bitterness.
"You're not in any relationship with him. Long distance or otherwise. My baby sister does not need to have a boyfriend."
Emma turned a red in anger. "I'M NOT A BABY!" she shouted at him. "My hair is completely white," she said as she pointed to her snow white locks, which by their people's standards indicated sexual maturity. "And I have-"
Jack slapped his hand over his ears as her hands came up to gesture at the budding lumps on her chest. "LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALAL! LALALALALALALA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Jack sang to drown out the dreaded word he believed had absolutely no business associating itself with his baby sister.
"Boobs Jack! I have breasts!" Emma shouted at the top of her lungs.
"AHHHHHHH!" Jack cried, ears bleeding, after hearing the awful word despite his attempts to drown her out.
"Get out of my room Jack!" Emma shouted as she shoved him back towards the door. She paused, raising a hand and concentrating, with some effort she used the Force to drag the slab out of the way to make the exit bigger. Then she thrust her hand toward Jack.
She used the Force to shove him out, not enough to send him flying out of the room but to make him stagger out of it and fall onto his backside. He gaped at her, almost in disbelief she'd used the Force on him. With one final glare she waved her hand, dragging the slab back into place to completely seal herself into the room.
Jack sat there for a moment in shock. Then he picked himself up and dusted himself off. He stared at the slab, wondering where the time had went. He tried to think back, searching his memory for the time when he blinked and she was no longer a little girl who would cling to him whenever she saw him.
"I told you."
Jack turned his head to see Claire, staring at him in disapproval. She had the nerve to shake her head before turning on her heel and walking away. Jack stood there, before looking back to Emma's room. He let out a breath and bowed his head.
"Teenagers."
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another au that no one asked for, in which dib grows up to not save the earth but hes doing his damndest with the rest of the galaxy, with zim controlling the irken empire like caligula. the resisty offer him up to be emperor of the united planets and colonies against irk as a figurehead, but dib cant be satisfied if hes not fighting zim. we call it space emperor au and it is extravagant and violent. everyone is a bad person with issues, there are no heroes. for your pleasure (or mine because i cant help it) heres a random snippet below the cut. if you want more of this nonsense let me know yeah?
(year 3 of dib's reign)
He walked down the cold silver hallway, idle for the moment. He had a holomeeting with the Vortians in two hours, then a call with his sister to check on the building of the human space armada, as they'd been having trouble importing the appropriate metal for the ships, then he had to sit for the rest of the evening locked in his rooms to have the peace to write the next address to the many varied persons of Resistant.
Dib didn't have a plan for where he was going, but the metal tips on his coat clinked against his legs as he walked, and he could just barely see the edges of his floating crown out of his periphery. The outfits that were designed for him were generally sick as hell, but also annoying. They weren't practical at all, but the Resisty leaders all insisted: he wasn't supposed to be, he was supposed to be an inspiration.
Bah.
Dib hated being idle. He hated knowing that he could do more but instead he should look handsome and give a winning smile. He stuck his hands into every pie he could, including any major engineering, cybernetic, or war strategy projects. He was so smart, he had proven that right? It was because of him that they had even gotten an advantage against the Irkens. He was wasted on a throne. If anyone knew how to outsmart Zim, it was him. No one puts Emperor Membrane in a corner.
So his idle walk had naturally led him around to the Resisty halls of the flagship, and he listened keenly with his cybernetically improved hearing to the chatter behind closed doors. There were always small squabbles on the front line of space between the Irken and Resistant empires, those lines had been hard drawn in his first year as emperor after they had managed to put a halt to Zim's insane and sudden territory expansion. Irkens, controlling nearly a third of known space, Resistants only a fourth, and the rest of it behind their line anyways. Not that they had the resources to explore past their sectors to find more aid, but knowing that the Resisty was all that was between Zim and those two thirds kept Dib up at night.
Still, he got the feeling that his generals had been keeping something from him recently, so while no one could tell him to stay out of the way, they had been burdening his schedule to keep him from the war maps and strategy meetings. This little walk was a two-birds attempt to snoop and get exercise.
He paused. He could hear the voice of one of the top generals, he could tell by the tinkling nature of their crystal voice, and anywhere a general was, was a place to listen closely. He walked quietly to the door, careful not to put weight on his sharp boot heels.
"If we don't get another contingent out there, at least a thousand more troops, it's done for," his general, Galeax, said.
"I disagree," said another voice, one that Dib recognized, that of Lard Nar, another general. Two in the same room? He leaned closer. "They can do it with the forces they have! They lack conviction!"
"They need troops."
"We don't have them!" Predictably, Lard Nar burst into a small panic, slapping his hand on something, presumably the table. "We barely have enough to hold the lines! The Humans can't join us yet and the Prawnillans are still returning from that uprising near Tadot-3! If we save them we lose something else, I'm sure of it. Maybe Irk wins today but we have to think of the next fight!"
Dib slapped his hand on the door release. The heads assembled, only the two he had heard and Ixane, turned to look at him.
"What planet is this?" He asked, eyes roving over the screen set opposite from the door. It wasn't in English, obviously, and his right eye lit up blue as it and his lens visually translated the map of the planet, little red and green triangles marking out the battles and troop movements.
Lard Nar looked extremely uncomfortable. "Dib," he said, "what are you doing here?"
Dib had insisted that no one he worked with regularly call him by any ridiculous title or even his last name. It was obnoxious and gave him intense feelings of imposter syndrome. Most took it to alright, but some would slip and start to say 'Your Most Resistant' or something equally dumb before he cut them off.
"Am I not allowed?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, knowing that the answer wasn't going to be yes. It was a dick move, but it was also a dick move to keep this from him so he didn't feel bad about it.
"Of course not," Galeax said, "but this isn't worth your attention."
"It's a planet in need, so it's always worth my attention. How long has this been going on for? With this planet." Dib didn't want the answer to what else they were keeping from him right now, he was sure it was a list.
"About a week," Galeax said smoothly. Lard Nar looked like he was going to combust.
Dib studied the planet map, dismayed. The green dots were sorely outnumbered by the Irken red ones, but it was still a war in the scale of a few hundred thousand.
"The Voporgs have superior resources, they could still pull it off," Lard Nar cut in, "their near ground hover tech alone puts them at an advantage over the bugs."
Dib called the Irkens bugs, an old insult he used to hurl at Zim. After showing his curious generals the similarly between Irkens and earth bugs, they gleefully took up the nickname.
"The losses have made them scared to try," Galeax replied, "but if we have nothing to spare, then it is how it will be."
Dib straightened up in the doorway. "I'm going."
"WHAT," his generals both shouted, and Dib thought that maybe be heard a third voice as well, though he'd never heard a sound from Ixane before.
"I'm going. Clearly they need rallying, and I can fight. I can kill a bug as good as any of us. I'll go with a small contingent from our reserves here, whip the Voporgs up, and come back. Maybe a hundred or so, we can spare that."
Half of those 'reserves' were really his security detail that he didn't use because he never let the ship, wasn't really allowed to either. But if he put his foot down everyone would have to listen. Dib would get his way now, or he would force them to let him later.
Lard Nar was the picture of anxiety. "Please, you can't. You're too important."
"Exactly why it will be so meaningful!" Dib said cheerily. "In and out, easy. I'll go to the armory for my stuff now then, you'll gather the troops to board in an hour or so?"
Unable to deny him, Galeax nodded solemnly. "By your command, Emperor."
Dib grinned, one hand on his hip, skin buzzing with excitement. "Great."
He swept back down the hallway towards the armory, beaming. What great exercise! Rally the troops, kill a few invaders, have something to brag at Zim about when he inevitably called. Easy.
(It was not easy.)
#invader zim#iz#ZaDe#iz zade#if i call him my poor little meow meow#you all will understand im sure#he is a terrible person held up by marginally better people#and i love him#space emperor au#dib membrane#i have another excuse to draw space fashion i am SO STOKED#get ready for a lot of ambiguously dressed but physically masculine dib#this boy doesnt even know what agender is but hes probably it#me saying im going to write zadr and instead writes zade that will probably result in hatefucks instead. stunning.
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HoloMeeting: Mid/Senior Front-End Developer
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Our mission is to enable everyone to work from home and take advantage of these benefits. To accomplish this mission, we’ve built HoloMeeting, a remote collaboration solution for Mixed Reality. Our solutions are already being used by large enterprise clients and we are looking for more adventurers to join us on our quest.
This role requires an experienced Front-End Web Developer. You will be working in tandem with our current Senior Back-end Developer to resolve complex challenges (e.g. helping to set up Azure Managed Applications), maintain a live platform and help drive the holographic remote collaboration revolution!
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So...uh...remember that thing we talked about yesterday?
Mitaka forgot to turn it off.
And General Hux had a holomeeting with Captain Phasma (who was checking in on some of her planet-side troops) and Supreme Leader Snoke today.
Scuttlebutt says Hux didn’t understand why everyone else was in their underoos, so he supposed it must be either some sort of test to prove his devotion to the First Order or he just missed a memo. In the hopes of avoiding trouble, he decided the best course of action would be (suddenly, and without comment) to disrobe himself and complete the meeting in his own standard-issue boxer briefs.
He didn’t get in trouble, thankfully. The Captain just figured the pressures of becoming one of the main leaders of the First Order at such a young age must have finally gotten to him, and Snoke was just too polite to say anything.
#ST-3V3#star wars#The Force Awakens#stormtrooper#general hux#captain phasma#supreme leader snoke#holograms
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