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(Mun note - obviously, I’ve skipped a bit in the timeline. This is set just after Qui’s death on Naboo - not visible to other pups)It’s odd really - I can’t go, and I can’t leave. I was so supremely confident that the two of us could beat the malevolent thing we faced that it never occurred to me that it might ( Read more... )

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I’ve been doing some exploration in the cultural archives here on Babylon 5, and while I was pondering my answer to this question, I found this scrap of a song -

Worlds grow old, and suns grow cold ( Read more... )

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Crossposted from Theatrical MuseBeing in a confederation as large as the Republic guarantees that everyday is a holiday if you are on the right planet. The Malastaireans celebrate Joining Day on the same day that the Arkaladians celebrate Ancestors Day, the Sonicians celebrate the Goddess’ birthday on the same day the Conageries celebrate ( Read more... )

A perfect evening. Practically, I suppose I could say that an evening spent anywhere that I was fed, warm, and no one was trying to kill me would fill that bill admirably. But as long as we are wishing for banthas, we might as well go for the whole herd ( Read more... )

Qui-Gon stared stonily at the lightsaber in his hand ( Read more... )