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untilenglandisnomore · 3 years

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PadMay 2021 – Day 2: How should Padmé be remembered?

(rocks up a week late with a chai latte) Played fast and loose with the word “should” here and ended up thinking a lot about Imperial propaganda.

Summary: Imperial Supreme Commander Darth Vader is sent to investigate accusations of a university lecturer spreading treasonous Rebel propaganda. A class on the life and work of Naboo’s former Queen Amidala brings back painful memories.

As far as punishments go, it would appear on the face of it that Darth Vader had lucked out. Being sent to assist the ISB might be painfully boring but at least it wasn’t painful. It seemed almost incongruous to the Emperor’s rage at his apprentice, once again, letting the Rebels slip through his fingers.

Vader knew better. Pain, he was used to. Pain, he could tolerate. Wasting his skills and time on pointless political suppression, investigating academics for spreading Rebel lies irked him immensely. The Emperor’s way of reminding him that he was replaceable, disposable.

And to rub salt in his wounds, he was commanded to investigate the faculty at the University of Theed. To be mere clicks away from his beloved’s final resting place was a pointed twist of the knife.

The quicker he got it over with, the quicker he could get back to hunting down the Rebels, so the Sith pushed all thoughts of her out of his mind.

Or at least, that was his intention. Begrudgingly, he followed the ISB Agent into the lecture hall. The Agent was to lead the interrogation, Vader was there to provide leverage.

The class had already started. Fifty pairs of eyes turned on them and the lecturer stopped abruptly.

“Can I help you?” she asked, a strong voice despite the fear spiking through her blood at the sight of Vader.

The Agent gave her shark-tooth smile. “Agent Elliot, ISB. We’ll just be sitting in your lecture today. Making sure everything is up the standards of our great Emperor.”

The way he cocked his head towards Vader made it clear it was not a request.

The lecturer stiffened. “What does education have to do with security?” she asked.

“Sedition,” said the Agent, “is a crime.”

She gave them a flat look. “Fine. Take a seat. Be sure to let us know when the truth runs up against the Emperor’s delicate sensibilities,” she snarked.

Vader felt a brief bit of surprise at her insolence and then almost amused. He really did not like Agent Elliot. There was something about the steel in her eye that made him wonder if all the Naboo were just like that.

They stood at the back of the hall, Elliot pointedly taking notes on his datapad, and Vader glowering, and the lecturer got back to her class.

“Okay hopefully you’ve all read chapters five, nine and ten on the Invasion of Naboo and the Clone Wars.”

There was some half-hearted murmuring across the room. The lecturer rolled her eyes.

“Come on guys. Fine. Does anyone in this room not know who Queen Amidala was?”

There was a smattering of laughter and snorts of disbelief.

Darth Vader didn’t hear the lecturer’s reply because what was left of his body went numb and a distant ringing filled up his ears. He stood frozen as the lecturer set up a holoprojector and suddenly it was her. Her face, lit up and larger than life before his eyes. Her voice breaking through the ringing in his ears and bouncing around his skull.

“Like so many of the people that we tell ourselves we're here to serve, Teckla lives in a district that rarely has electricity and running water as a result of the war.”

Vader could feel his heart stop in his chest. His mind went completely blank. He watched, as if from a very far distance, as the holoprojector floated up off the desk, crumpled up like a piece of flimsi, and then shattered into dust.

Stillness fell over the room as all the students and the lecturer stared at the spot where the holoprojector had sat seconds prior.

The lecturer seemed to recover first, giving herself a little shake and pointedly not looking at Vader.

“Well,” she said, “I’ve got printed copies of this speech on flimsi,” she handed out sheets for students to pass around while they started to whisper to each other, furtive glances in Vader’s direction.“So everyone take a couple of minutes to read the speech and take some notes.”

The students followed their instructions as the lecturer awkwardly scooped up the remains of her holoprojector and deposited them into a bin.

“Okay,” she said at last, “what does this speech tell us about the Clone Wars?”

A handful of students raised their hands, the lecturer pointed to a bothan girl, one of the few non-humans in the class.

“The war was causing lots of suffering and the Senate weren’t doing a good job stopping it. This is why the Emperor had to take over, to ensure peace.”

The lecturer glanced over at where Agent Elliot was standing and didn’t try to hide the roll of her eyes.

“I suppose it could be interpreted that way. Senator Amidala spoke out against corruption in the Senate many times.”

“She didn’t support the war,” said another student, a human boy, “doesn’t that make her a Separatist?”

“And she signed the bill asking the Emperor to hand power back to the Senate. Isn’t that treason?” added his friend.

Another disdainful eye roll in the ISB Agent’s direction as the lecturer trotted out the party line through gritted teeth.

“Senator Amidala was a close, personal friend of the Emperor. The Emperor supports democracy and free speech, but order had to be restored after the war. Senator Amidala was a great leader and surely would have supported the Empire had she lived long enough to see the excellent things it has achieved.”

“Professor?” another student put up her hand. “I was going to do my paper on Senator Amidala and the days around the rise of the Empire but there’s hardly any sources? Should I pick another topic? Do you know how she died?”

Genuine curiosity broke through the lecturer’s stony façade but as she opened her mouth to answer, she yelped and jumped back as her entire desk broke in half.

She stared at the desk. She stared at the rows of students gaping in shock. She stared at Vader.

Her eyes narrowed minutely at the Sith and then, apparently throwing all caution and good sense to the wind, she continued her answer.

“It’s a matter of some… contention,” she started slowly. “Senator Amidala was last seen at her home on Coruscant several hours after the formation of the Empire. She took her personal ship, and left Coruscant. There’s no further sources on where she was or what happened to her.”

The lecture hall felt very cold all of a sudden. Despite the ominous feeling in her gut, the lecturer continued.

“Official Imperial sources reported her death as an act of terrorism by a Jedi. They claim she died a martyr for the Empire.”

“And you don’t think that’s true?” asked a student. It was a fair question. The disbelief was clear in her tone.

The lecturer glanced over again to Vader and the Agent. She shrugged.

“Without any evidence to the contrary, it might as well be true. I think her actions as Queen and as Senator tell us exactly what Amidala would have thought of the Empire.” She ignored the twitch of the Agent’s brow at her tone, and pointed to a student. “Yes, Ilya.”

The class continued, moving on to discuss the boring, political, parts of the Clone Wars which Vader, for one, had no desire to relive.

None of it was new to him anyway, so he allowed himself to zone out the class, gingerly picking through the whirlwind of his thoughts.

Her. Somehow of all the days, of all the classes, they were discussing her.

He briefly mused on whether it was the Force, or his own cursed bad luck. Or, more cynically, if this was engineered by his Master, as part of his punishment.

They remembered her, quoted her speeches and still respected her as a leader, as Queen and as Senator. And yet they knew nothing about her.

They didn’t know that her laughter was musical when she was happy, and a graceless snigger when he made a particularly lewd joke. They didn’t know how the air in a room seemed to change when she walked into it, like all the atoms had ceased moving. Or how it changed again, when she spoke, always uncompromising and direct, like static electricity crackled between her sentences. They didn’t know all the good she could have done. Would have done.

He had robbed the galaxy of her blinding, beautiful presence. She was the only good thing left and he killed her and it was all his fault.

A blaring alarm shook him out of his reverie as students started to pack up their bags and awkwardly file out the door past him, shooting him apprehensive glances as they went.

The girl from before, who had asked… who had asked about that, was loitering behind to approach her teacher.

“Um,” she started, “so what should I do my paper on? So many of the books in the library have been taken out by the new censorship laws, it’s so hard to find good sources.”

The lecturer flashed her student a smile. “It just so happens that the Senator Amidala’s father used to work at this university, he’s an old friend and he dropped off some of the Senator’s old memoirs.”

She went to her bag and pulled out a datapad. “It’s all been copied to the holonet, and,” she rolled her eyes in Vader’s direction, once again demonstrating a remarkable lack of fear for her life, “edited to remove anything that could be interpreted as anti-Imperial. There’s lots of good anecdotes from her time as Senator, and a fair few political essays.”

They started to talk further about the student’s paper but Vader wasn’t listening, his legs moving before he was fully conscious of it, coming to a stop in front of the lecturer and snatching the datapad from her hand. She gave him an unimpressed glare and he was suddenly overcome with a need to explain himself.

“The ISB will need to review this,” he said stiffly, “for evidence.” He abruptly turned on his heel and walked out the room, nearly running over Agent Elliot in the corridor.

“Other than her having an attitude problem, there’s not much to go on here, she’s not distributing illegal material as far as we can see,” said the Agent. “What’s that?” He asked, pointing to the datapad in Vader’s hand.

“Nothing that concerns you,” replied Vader, and stalked away in a flurry of black fabric and disdain.

It wasn’t until he was back in his chambers aboard the Executor that he dared take out the datapad again, too often surrounded by nosy Imperial officials and gossipy stormtroopers.

He flicked it to a random page and at the first line he read, let out a snort of amusement, the sound odd and distorted through his vocoder.

“In a democracy, citizens have a duty to stand up against tyranny. In order to benefit from the rights and freedoms that democracy brings, citizens have an obligation to be vigilant against the rise of authoritarianism.”

This, thought Vader, was definitely not Imperial approved material. Distantly, he wondered if he should report it, this incendiary material was on the holonet, anyone could read it.

People would know what she thought. More would remember her as a traitor.

He preferred to imagine that he could have convinced her, that she would have come to see that the Empire was necessary. But. He quietly knew the truth. She was stalwart in her beliefs and a hell of a lot more stubborn than he was.

She would have been proud to be labelled a traitor by this Empire. She would hate to be remembered as a martyr for it.

She always did have the last word, Vader thought dryly, resolving to conveniently forget about the memoirs being on the holonet, and settled onto a chair to read every word she had written.

#padmay #padmay2021 #Darth Vader #padmé amidala #vaderdala #just some fresh nonsense from my brain prison #I definitely think some of my uni lecturers would have been totally unphased #by a robot breaking their desk in half with psychic powers #Anakin skywalker #anidala #sort of

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jeidafei · 4 years

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Vol.27 Komui’s Lounge Translation (Part 2/4)

>>Part 1<<

T/N: Before we begin, last time I used a derogatory term to refer to a specific popular meme. I have removed the word, but it might still show up in reblogs prior to the edit. I’m so sorry if I have offended anyone. I did not mean to be racist, or to ridicule and stereotype black people.

I have since educated myself on the practices surrounding the use of the term, and learned that my use of the word was in bad taste and ignorant, and I sincerely apologize. It will not happen again.

Okay, now that that’s cleared up, let’s proceed...

Question 2: Since Lavi wears an eyepatch, he’s practically going through his daily life with just one eye. I’d love to hear some fails.

Johnny: This one’s for Lavi, huh.

Tiedoll: Shouldn’t be any problem, right? Since there’s another man fitting the description over there.

Cross: Huh? I’m not one-eyed. I can see perfectly out of both eyes.

Johnny: EH!? Really, Allen?

Allen: Ah, yes. He’s wearing a mask but he can see normally, it seems.

Johnny: Wow. And I’d always assumed…Very well, then. Why must you wear a mask, sir? //sparkling eyes

Allen: Uh oh. Johnny’s switch is On.

Johnny: Ehehe. Since General Cross practices sorcery, we in the Science Division are also super interested in learning about him. We’ve always theorized among ourselves whether a grand mystery lies under his mask and stuff.

Cross: Mystery, huh? Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t tell even the women I slept with what’s under my mask.

Allen: I don’t recall ever seeing you take it off. Wouldn’t it get all hot and stuffy if you leave it on at all times? Isn’t it getting stinky or something? //sniff sniff

Cross: Stop sniffing, Idiot Apprentice.

Tiedoll: How about you stop acting all high-and-mighty for once and just let them know? Or is the truth that you simply added it to complete your look even when there’s no reason to…?

Cross: I’d rather it be such a simple reason, though.

Allen: What do you mean by that?

Johnny: I knew it! So there really is a mystery after all!

Cross: Come on. Who cares, anyway, right? Tis a question about Bookman Jr.’s one-eyed fails, after all. Well, when it comes to the Bookman Clan, I reckon they won’t be unduly hindered even with just one eye. Since their physical ability surpasses that of normal humans.

Johnny: Eh!? What’s with that!? Where d’you get that from!?

Allen: Master, you know something about the Bookman Clan, don’t you?

Cross: Just a little bit about their founder. Don’t bug me.

Allen & Johnny: Nuh-uuuuuh~~~!

Tiedoll: Hmm. Full of mysteries as always, the Bookman Clan. Perhaps that physical prowess would explain why Yuu-kun could never beat Bookman when dueling.

Allen: Eh? I mean, Bookman really is a formidable opponent, but Kanda beats Lavi every time, though?

Kanda: Because the idiot never gets serious…

Johnny: Ugh~~! General Cross’s mask. The mystery of the Bookman Clan. I wanna know everything already!

Question 3: Since Johnny has left the Order to go after Allen, who took over his job of making Order uniforms?

Johnny: I’m not the only one in charge of making uniforms; there are other staff on it, too. Since it requires the combined expertise of various fields. But yeah, come to think of it, I was put in charge of design a lot. I reckon Cash would be the one in charge of that, now.

Allen: By the way, there’s another question for you, Johnny. Is Johnny’s scrunchy the same as Cash’s?

Johnny: Uh…yeah (blush). She gave it to me.

Allen: Really…? //making assumptions

Tiedoll: Aw, how charming. Don’t you agree, Yuu-kun?

Kanda: What?

Cross: Leaving behind a woman to chase after my idiot apprentice. You Science Division folks really do love to suffer, as always.

Question 4: Krory’s a baron and he seems educated, after all. Does he play any musical instruments? The piano or violin seem to fit him.

Allen: He can play both the piano and the violin. And he’s also a very good singer, Krory.

Johnny: I know, right? Back at the Order, I saw him discussing music with Marie a lot.

Tiedoll: How wonderful. I’m sure that makes Ma-kun extremely happy.

Johnny: There’s also a question about Krory’s cooking skill. How should I put this…Back at the Order, I’ve only ever seen him order food and dine at the cafeteria.

Cross: Oh, he’s a great chef. Though not as good as his grandfather, Arystar Krory the First.

Allen: Eh!? You’ve tried Krory’s cooking before!? Where!?

Cross: At his castle. He treated me, that time I went to give him that man-eating flower I’ve been safekeeping for Krory the First, Rozanne. (*Volume 5)

Allen: Oh, Rozanne!! I remember now! So that was it!

Master, have you known from the start that Rozanne was an Innocence? That flower was how Krory became an Exorcist, you know?

Cross: Idiot Apprentice, who the hell do you think I am? Of course I knew!

Allen: And you also toted your so-called friendship with Krory’s grandfather to swindle money off Krory, too, didn’t you?

Cross: Eh? Don’t remember any of that.

Allen: You did!!

Cross: Really? Well, you pay him back for me, then.

Tiedoll: You’re the absolute worst, Marian.

Allen: Krory is my beloved friend, and you taking advantage of such a kindhearted person…you...Idiot...Masteeeeeer~~!!

Johnny: A-A-Allen, calm down! Please! //sweating

Cross: AH!? We’re discussing his cooking here and I’m answering properly, aren’t I!? What, you wanna fight, brat!?

Johnny: Ah…uh…ah…//sweating profusely

Right! There are more questions! Here, “Please tell us the impression Kanda and Krory have of each other, since they don’t have that much to do with each other.” Kanda, you’re up!

Kanda: Huh? Nothing in particular.

Johnny: Eh? But, back then when Didi was wondering whether Krory’s teeth or Mugen is sharper and stronger, you seem like you really wanted to chat...

Kanda: N-no, I didn’t…

Johnny: But you kept glancing this way when he mentioned that Krory stopped Lavi’s Hammer easily with his teeth, right?

Kanda: Grrrr…..Tch!

Tiedoll: To translate that, Yuu-kun’s thinking he wants to have a go with Arystar-kun, correct?

Johnny: I knew it!

Kanda: Just take it whatever way you want!

Cross: Must be an easy life with such a tongue-tied apprentice. Mine’s such an annoying nag, it’s intolerable.

Allen: And whose fault do you think it was that I turned out like that?!!

(to be continued)

#dgm #komui's lounge #dgm vol 27 #d gray man

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timeywimeygalaxy · 6 years

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Among The Stars (Sanders Sides/Star Wars AU) Prolouge

A/N: Hey! so I’m re-uploading this due to edits I made and I think I may continue it, still debating but hope y’all like!

Warnings: none yet

Pairings: Eventual Romantic Prinxeity, Platonic Logicality

Summary: Three apprentices being trained by their masters, one will eventually fall to the dark side will the others be able to bring him back?

At the age of six both Patton and Roman were initiated into the Jedi Academy, and three years after that Virgil joined their ranks, the three become fast friends whilst being trained in the light side of the force teaching them that they were to never form emotional attachments and other ties such as family, to resist fear and anger and whenever doubt would try to take over each of them would chant a mantra in their heads

Emotion, yet peace.

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

Passion, yet serenity.

Chaos, yet harmony.

Death, yet the Force.

This mantra would seem to help ease their worries and remember what they were training for, they had to protect the galaxy.

As younglings, the three practically went against their code, much to the dismay of certain teachers, but others would tolerate it, they become nearly brothers to each other comforting the other in times of need, especially Patton who would always sneak into either Roman’s or Virgil’s room during the night for cuddles.

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Patton’s patter of his little feet echoed throughout the vast corridors of the academy, clad in his blue night clothes clutching a raggedy womprat plushie close to his chest now at the age of ten, having grown up in the academy he knew it like the back of his hand.

Once again he was sneaking off to Virgil’s Room he had sensed that something was wrong since breakfast though Virgil had said nothing, he wanted to check he was okay he had made this trip many times but for some reason tonight felt different.

The shadows seemed much more terrifying than before, glancing around he adjusted his glasses slightly peering into the dark corridor, sudden footsteps reverberated from down the hallway and he whirled around, making a dive to hide behind one of the large pillars.

Luckily for him, these pillars were huge in width and height towering over the small timid child who peeked out from behind it to get a glimpse of the stranger.

To his surprise he saw a young boy no older than fifteen he was wearing almost the same glasses as Patton and his hair and night clothes were immaculate, he stood up very straight scanning the corridor and quietly called out to him.

“Who’s there? I know your hiding” His voice actually sounded genuine but also monotone, Patton inhaled deeply oh well…no point in staying hidden he scrunched his eyes tightly and stepped out from behind the pillar.

“I-I’m sorry, p- please don’t tell the masters” he felt tears welling up in his eyes and slowly opened them to come face to face with the young man who had now knelt down to his level but instead of a stern look on his face he was met with a warm smile.

“No need to worry I’m not going to scold you or tell the masters” he confessed, Patton looked at him and blinked a few times staring at him with eyes wide-eyed this made the young man chuckle slightly.

“yo-you’re not?” Patton looked confused.

“No, though I would like to know what you are doing out of bed at this time? It is dangerous for you to be walking around on your own at night”

Patton clutched his womprat tighter this time “I’m going to see my friend he…he sleeps better when I’m there, but the corridor is scary tonight” Patton mumble looking down at this plushie, he was so worried that this man was going to take him back to his room and he wouldn’t be able to see Virgil.

“That is a predicament…well, a feasible solution could be this, how about I walk you to your friend’s room and then neither of us tells the masters that we were out after curfew, deal?”

Patton’s eyes grew to the size of tennis balls as he nodded enthusiastically, this stranger was going to help him!

He slowly stood up from him and held out his hand to the young child “My name is Logan, what’s yours?”

“Patton!” he replied back with stars in his eyes as he grabbed Logan’s hand which practically engulfed his “Nice to meet you, Patton, lead the way”

Patton fell into step side by side with Logan and looked up grinning at him.

“Does your womprat have a name too?” Logan whispered as they crept through more corridor passing metal door after metal door of people’s living quarters with numbers on each door.

“His name is Toby” Patton beamed, and Logan gave a small smile “That’s a pretty great name” he acknowledged, and Patton nodded agreeing.

“Are you padawan?” Patton asked curiously, and Logan seemed surprised by this question, he cleared his throat “yes, I’m an apprentice currently being trained by Master Sanders here in the academy”

“He’s nice I like him,” Patton said a bit airily the kid was clearly concentrating as they walked down the corridor Logan noticed that the child was looking at the numbered doors quietly counting them under his breath “287…289, here it is!” Patton whispered as they came to a halt outside one of them.

“Very well Patton, I hope you and your friend get a good night’s rest” he gently let go of his hand but before Logan could leave, he felt a small tug on the back of his shirt and heard a small whisper.

“Do- do you think I’m a bad Jedi?” Patton wasn’t looking at him instead choosing to look at the ground, his small hand still clutching a bit of material from Logan’s shirt he looked so dejected and Logan was quite taken aback but as the thought settled in his mind

This poor kid thought he was a bad Jedi because he wanted to help his friend?

A sympathetic smile spread onto Logan’s face as he slowly knelt at Patton’s level again “hey, I don’t think you’re a bad Jedi at all Patton you clearly care about your friends and that is a good trait to have, you’re still a youngling and you have a lot to learn but being a Jedi does not mean you lack compassion”

Patton looked up at him and smiled slowly crept onto his face at being comforted with these words Logan patted him on the head and nodded to the door.

“I believe someone is expecting you” he stood up once more and walked away and Patton vowed at that moment that he was going to be a great Jedi one day and he wanted Logan to train him.

#Sanders sides #thomas sanders #Prinxiety #platonic logicality #roman #logan #virgil #patton #AU #human au #Star wars AU #star wars #sanderssidesfic

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