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0rqcles · 1 year

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javen-glasse · 1 year

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“Kriffing hell- we need a medic right now!”

Hurriedly injecting a sedative into a trooper’s neck, Stitch pointed back toward the ship. “Get him out of here,” he ordered the two shinies with the downed brother. “The medics in the bay will know what to do.” Yanking his bucket back on, he looked around the field searching for his Captain.

“Position, Captain?”

“On your six, Stitch!” Captain Flack’s voice was frayed with worry, and Stitch found himself praying to the Mand’a that he was alright. He and Flack had been in the same batch, and Stitch had sat in on enough strategy meetings between their Jedi general, his Commander, and the Captain to know all three well.

Pulling his blaster from its holster, Stitch took off across the warzone that was Felucia. The humid air and jungle flora and fauna had made mounting their assault even more difficult than normal, but at the moment Stitch was thankful for the additional cover the downed trees gave the men.

Hurling himself down behind a fallen tree, he found the Captain, still coordinating the attack, while their general, Hadrian Jiro, cradled-

Ka’el’s body trembled in his master’s arms, wet gasps the only indication he was still alive. Stitch had no idea what had happened, but the boy’s robes were red with blood, already soaking through and staining his master’s armor.

“Sithhells,” Stitch muttered, pulling his medkit free. “Put him down,” he ordered, thankful when the Jedi quickly complied. Ka’el’s eyes fluttered, his fingers grasping weakly at his master’s robe, before he let out a moan at the loss of contact.

“Shh,” Jiro murmured, running a hand soothingly through his Padawan’s hair. “Stitch is going to help.” The desperate look he sent Stitch’s way begged him not to turn the elder Jedi into a liar. From the white look on Jiro’s face and the blood stains on his palms Stitch knew the other Jedi had already tried to staunch the bleeding.

“A tank-” Jiro managed, though his eyes stayed fixed on his apprentice’s shredded tunic, “One of our proton shells hit it. He was right in front of it…”

A rudimentary examination proved Jiro knew what he was talking about, though Stich hadn’t known the General to overreact in the past. Then again with the stories he’d heard about Jedi Shadows… it was pretty karking hard to scare one off.

“I’ve got to get the shrapnel out and the bleeding stopped.”

Flack spared them both a glance, before quickly issuing another order. “Do you need us to get him back to the ship?”

Stitch shook his head. “No time. He’ll be dead before we get there. Keep him still,” he winced. “He’s not going to like this.”

Lips thinning into a tight line, Jiro grasped his Padawan by the shoulders, pinning him firmly to the ground. Ka’el’s body spasmed, fighting weakly against the hold, before the boy’s head lulled to the side. Slicing the boy’s ragged tunic apart, Stitch eased a hand beneath the bloodied fabric. It was impossible to see the damage with the shreds in the way, but he didn’t want to cause more damage by ripping it off.

With a wet, sucking noise, the fabric came free, allowing a brief gush of bright red blood to follow. Jiro’s fingers clenched around Ka’el’s shoulders, and he turned away quickly, though Stitch didn’t miss the tell-tale moisture in the Jedi’s eyes. No attachments… Bantha poodoo.

Flicking his bucket light on, Stitch squinted, tweezers moving with precise accuracy as he worked to remove the shrapnel from the kid’s stomach. Three pieces in and Ka’el’s focus had apparently returned. Every ‘thud’ of metal onto the ground was followed by a choked cry from the teen. Blood continued to ooze, and Stitch forced himself not to work faster as he suctioned away the viscous liquid.

Jiro let out a hiss when an especially large piece came away, the edges tearing the flesh of Ka’el’s sensitive abdomen. The boy bucked in spite of himself, and his master quickly turned back, one hand lightly tugging at his apprentice’s braid before returning to the boy’s shoulder.

Ten pieces in and Ka’el’s breathing grew shaky. Every move of Stitch’s tweezers made the teen tense, and not even his master’s murmured reassurances seemed to help.

Eyes clouded by what Stitch guessed was a barely concealed flashback, their General met his Padawan’s watering eyes. As the boy trembled harder, moaning softly, Jiro whispered, “Just keep looking at me. Yeah, there you go; eyes right here.” He managed a shaky smile, “I know- I know it hurts, but you’re doing great. You’re gonna be okay. Stitch is almost done and then-” he choked, “and then you can sleep for a month.”

Ka’el’s lips moved, though no sound emerged. Somehow, through their weird Jedi osik, his master must’ve gotten the message because he managed a wet laugh. “Yes, that’s right, no meditation either.” Jiro’s fingers tangled carefully in Ka’el’s hair when the boy’s eyes started to drift closed. “No, no, right here. Keep them here, okay? Focus on my voice. I’ve got you; you just have to stay with me.”

Ka’el managed a weak nod, jaw tensing as he gritted his teeth, but his eyes remained stubbornly open, even as tears leaked down his cheeks.

“There you go,” Jiro soothed, “it’ll all be okay.”

This is the prompt which inspired this one shot! Thank you Pinterest for this lovely gem! Also, for those who are wondering, the OG characters are part of a mini series by me (Javen) that I'm publishing on AO3 under the same name! If you like my style, look me up and let me know what you think in the comments! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

B holding down A’s shoulders so they can’t move, turning their head away to hold back tears, and wincing in sympathy as C picks shrapnel out of A’s stomach. Every sob from A is followed by a bloody ‘plink’ of metal onto the floor, and a sharp inhaled hiss from B. They turn their head to stare down at A’s red, panicked, tear-stained face and lock eyes with them. A starts to shake and moan softly.

A nods weakly, pulls their clenched lips into their mouth between their teeth, and squeezes their eyes tightly shut as more tears leak out the sides.

“Just keep looking at me. Yep that’s right, eyes on me. I know, I know- it hurts, but you’re doing great, you’re gonna be okay. C’s almost done and afterwards you can sleep for a month. Just keep your eyes on me, okay? Focus on my words. Stay with me.”

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factzsworld · 2 years

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The perception of beauty in the Bodi tribe might be a bit different than what we’re used to, but it’s a great example of the amazing cultural diversity one can experience around the world. These remarkable people live in the Omo Valley in southwest Ethiopia. As an agricultural tribe, the Bodi make a living from herding livestock, and cultivating different plants along the banks of the Omo River. What they are most known for, though, is the annual celebration of the Bodi lunar new year, the Ka’el ceremony. It takes place around June, four days after the first moon of the month. The new year ceremony is also a competition for unmarried men, who have to put on a bit of extra weight, to be crowned winners. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgtf7NlLOJo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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un-cerebro-hambriento · 6 years

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La tribu etíope donde los hombres gordos se consideran héroes

Uno de los aspectos más fascinantes en los humanos es la forma en que los hábitos, costumbres y cultura de una población terminan influenciando diversos comportamientos del colectivo. Aquello que consideramos “atractivo”, “bello”, “feo” o de “buen o mal gusto” resulta tan relativo y vinculante al contexto que resulta ilógico emanar opiniones cerradas sin oportunidad a la controversia.

Por ejemplo, tener un abdomen plano, el peso justo y la alimentación balanceada es un perfil que millones de personas alrededor del mundo se esfuerzan por conseguir o mantener.

Sin embargo, existe un lugar en el mundo donde este ideal se aleja mucho de un cuerpo esbelto; la localidad de Bodi, en Etiopía. En esta región de África habitada por la tribu Me’en, entre más voluminoso es el abdomen de un hombre, más importante resulta para la comunidad. “Todos los niños anhelan convertirse en hombres gordos”, dice El fotógrafo francés Eric Lafforgue en un artículo publicado por el Daily Mail, agregando que los tratan como verdaderos héroes a causa de su elevado peso.

A través de un ritual denominado ceremonia de Ka’el, que se celebra cada mes de junio, cada familia de la comunidad debe postular a un hombre soltero (con 6 meses de antelación) para que ingrese a un concurso donde se elige al más gordo de la tribu. Semanas e incluso meses antes de la celebración, el candidato es sometido a una estricta dieta de engorda, donde los ingredientes “especiales” son la sangre y leche de vaca.

#gordura #belleza #tribu #antropologia

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8robinsons · 3 years

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On this day in Black History you get to learn about Ethiopia's Bodi Tribesmen who observe a most unusual ceremony known as "Ka’el" – the holiday of the fat men. National Hoodgraphics dug up some tribal proof of Angelo T. Robinson participating in this ceremony only he cheated 🤣🤣🤣🤣 to win the honored "Fat Man of the Year" title. You see the Bodi men only drink a mixture of cow blood and milk 🤢🤮🤮 for up to six months in isolation to prepare themselves for the contest. Well Angelo decides he wants in but he eating ribs, beef tips, cube steak, pot roast, beef skewers and basically any part of the cow he could cook. Only he did not know that the cow was sacred to the Bodi tribe and was chased from the village for eating their sacred cow! 🤭🤭😬He is pictured here actually running away from the tribe. But with the speed of the Zootopia Sloth. He had gotten too big and lazy to run fast. Rumor is he ran (i mean speed walked) for 3 days and 4 nights! . . #birthdayroast #birthdaymemes #angelorobinson #bosephus #themrobinsonboys #8robinsons #untamedcreativebeings #Meme #whybro #happybirthday #birthday #boditribe #bigisbeautiful #hoodthings #tribalism #embraceyourself . . The fam on IG Follow the fam @supadopefresh @atrfineart @rizo426 @yeenseen78 @notesandnuggets @as_becometh_holiness @8robinsonstv @gizzilla (at 8 Robinsons Marketing Agency) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJeGK01jw-n/?igshid=1u1f2pi88jyla

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