Ameno Sakura

What's the first movie you actually know you saw in theater?

As possibly a warning to all parents out there, unexpected runaway hit sci-fi movies can imprint themselves on toddlers brains.

Star Wars, retroactively Star Wars: A New Hope, was the first movie that I formed conscious memories around. This was tested at a re-release, when I began telling my dad what was going to happen next. Granted, I was also 'helpfully' translating for Artoo, as I imprinted strongest on him.

I was not quite 2. I know it was not the first I saw in theater; my mother bemoaned the fact that I slept through a re-release of Sleeping Beauty EXCEPT for the dragon.

I do not have the memory of seeing SW in theater myself NOW. But it was family lore that I did know the full plot and character names at that re-release, so I accept it as the first I formed memories of.

AO3 Link | Not In My Head (1211 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Babylon 5, Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Alfred Bester [Babylon 5]
Additional Tags: Crossover, Walk Into A Bar
Summary:

Bester escaped the island, but ran afoul of something else taking him to the GFFA for better or worse.

Not In My Head

Escaping the island had been easy enough, ahead of the trap that the leader of the resistance was. He'd have to regroup, but the PsiCorps lived in him, would be the salvation of all in due time. Telepaths under strict rules, laying down the foundation of society for the others to live in? One way or another, that would be the reality of life, just as soon as Alfred Bester found his feet planted on solid ground again.

His mistake, though, was in thinking the galaxy as a whole was done throwing curve balls.

Maybe it was a remnant of the Shadow War. Maybe it had been a nascent threat brought fully to life from the Vorlon meddling in humanity. Either way, when Bester reached the coordinates he'd memorized from a very early memory of meeting the Director, it was not the haven he'd made himself believe it would be. His genetic code, delivered in a drop of blood, activated the technology without any hesitation.

The device that came up around him pushed through every shield he'd ever built more effortlessly than Ironheart could have done. What it saw and recorded rendered a judgment to his helpless mind, his body frozen, before triggering a random implosion of quantum events to shunt the catalyst of so much suffering into a time/place far from this one.

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Captain Rex, formerly of the 212th, currently in command of the 501st without either of his Jedi for back-up did not like the look of the ridged ovoid with a panel missing. At least he had found the 'meteor' they had tracked before finally breaking the Separatist stranglehold on the system.

"You deserve a light mission. Just scout it out, figure out if it's a weapon, and then get the legion back up. Snips and I will handle this thing for Master Tiin and be right back."

The skepticism Rex had felt then was nothing like the bad feeling he now had. This thing had been occupied, based on the scans. And no one was visible.

"Jesse, get the unit formed up and prepped for return to the Resolute," he called over his comm. "My squad and I have a tracking task now."

"Yes sir, Captain." The man waited a beat, then continued on personal frequencies instead of the regimental one. "Keep yourself alive, little brother."

Rex snorted. Jesse liked throwing around that he was a very early decant, but it did help unwind Rex's nerves.

"Alright men, let's find where the being went, probably headed for that town over there. Light jog, eyes and ears out!"

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Bester had staggered his way to what passed as civilization, felt more than understood an overpowering relief in the locals. They seemed human, but the language was not any of his. Fortunately, he could filter through minds swiftly, accommodating his needs nearly as fast as he'd acquired clothing that let him blend in better.

There were a few non-humans present, and those, he avoided. He'd paid enough attention to other species to know that telepathy came in varying degrees, that the senses of a human were considered disadvantaged by many, and that just lifting the language wasn't going to let him pass as a local.

The idea that there were many worlds, that technology was so far in advance of this particular place elsewhere, gave him a yearning to find such. Rifling more minds told him to stake out a cantina, and he should be able to find a pilot and ship… once the newer military that had run off the other military left the system.

The people he'd taken information from were skeptical that they hadn't just exchanged one yoke for another, and Bester wondered if he might do better by using his abilities on a member of the occupying army to get away from here.

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There was a lot of frustration building in the back of Rex's mind as the locals were the most unhelpful sapient species he'd seen in quite a few systems. No one had seen anything strange, couldn't point to strange arrivals, or anything… outside of making back-handed mentions of the G.A.R. troops.

It was enough to make him wonder why they even bothered to break places like this out of Seppie control.

"Alright, we're going over to that cantina, and I have enough credits to get us all one drink," Rex told the four men with him. "Nurse it, listen, and if you do start talking, try to keep it nice and calm. They don't seem to like us any better than their former occupiers, but we have to know who was in that pod, in case it's a bio-weapon or something else the Seppies dreamed up."

He passed out the currency that General Kenobi had put in his keeping for discretionary maneuvers, and they headed to the building with live music and plenty of people to scout for their objective. Rex had to believe that the discipline would hold up, that there wouldn't be any fights with the locals.

None of his men would embarrass him to the General or Commander that way, after all.

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Fate was smiling, if Bester was willing to believe in such mysticism. Five of the soldiers, wearing armor with blue markings against the white, all of it heavily scarred by the war they were a part of. A cursory search of the four that had shifted out among the patrons of this dive told him their purpose. They were seeking him, thinking him to be a potential threat.

The one who had stayed at the bar was the officer. That was the one Bester needed. He would not go into the introduction without understanding that one intently, and he prepared to slice through the man's experiences to best craft the story he would use to insinuate himself near something like a power, to begin pursuing his dreams in this far away place, away from Vorlon manipulations and Shadow plots.

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Rex had survived having Asajj Ventress in his head, controlling him, and managed to still find a way to warn his Jedi that he'd been compromised. There might not have been a real reason for him to realize he wasn't alone in his head this time; whomever it was wasn't the witch, holding him against a wall by his throat after all.

But he did know. More, he knew where the source was.

Maybe it was working hand in hand with Anakin Skywalker so much, or honing his instincts to keep track of the padawan-commander.

Either way, his blaster was in his hand and he was turning before that intrusion caught the intent.

One clean shot, and the stranger — looked human — slumped at the table he'd been keeping between him and the world.

"Sorry for the mess," Rex said quickly, and put the last of the credits on the bar, as his people moved to acquire the body.

Turned out, with the body not belonging to a local, they didn't care all that much about the stranger's fate, leaving the G.A.R. men to do as they wished.

Rex decided they'd recover the ovoid, put the body in stasis, and turn it all over to the Jedi when they got back to puzzle it out.

The Way of Ressiliencce (1277 words) by CinnamonBunWrites
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jedi Master Character(s) & Jedi Padawan Character(s), Clone Troopers & Jedi Characters (Star Wars)
Characters: Lissarkh (Star Wars), the only canon character in this fic, Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Jedi are space Buddhists and you cannot change my mind, Pro Jedi, jedi order, a mix of legends and canon lore, Philosophy, Martial Arts, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta we die like the Republic, canon is an orchard and I am baking a single pie, Oneshot, Jedi June Appreciation Event 2026, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Clone Troopers and Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Training (Star Wars), Jedi Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Editing what editing
Summary:

Week 1 Prompt: Resilience
Knight Lissarkh starts a demonstration Soresu for her Padawan learner, discussing its philosophy, and ends up with more than one student.

Hmm, still not feeling the pull to create much in new fandoms. Still dabbling in Drizzt and Star Wars fics as the mood strikes.

Have fallen for House of the Dragon, and read the story collection. Yes, I know I will have my heart murdered this coming season. I just hope the creative team sticks the landing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84429766/chapters/222714561 - Have a rec for a fic that is Rhaenyra/Alicent and a delight to me. 5/7 chapters posted, trust in the author when she says the other chapters are being edited.

Was never solidly a Buffy fan, but Giles was dear to me, and many other roles ASH had touched me in some way. His memory is a blessing. (And in checking if his brother was still alive, I learned that ASH's daughter was Sofina the Red in DND: Honor Among Thieves.) (Yes, Murray is still alive.)

Hmm, not much else. HotD is too big a fandom for me to dive in on tumblr or AO3 (bad takes, not my cuppa in so many fics), so if you have writers/artists YOU trust in those fandoms, please enlighten me. (I learned my lesson in GoT of being VERY careful how I touched fandom.)

Next up, having spoken of resonance, I'm asking:

What character has inspired you? Inspiration can be many things. To be better, to pick up a skill, to try a new food, anything.

This one is a toughie for me, because I was constantly tackling encyclopedias to learn new things introduced in books I read, but not necessarily directly because of a character. And I've inflicted several skills I tried to pick up on my original characters, but uncertain if that goes int he other direction.

Fortunately, I'd been warned about Turkish Delight. +g+

So ultimately, I think it comes to being inspired to be better. And I can't pinpoint one. Black Beauty inspired me to look for the best in others (before I became a member of the Certified Cynics). John Carter taught me that I can offer my skills, but ultimately the people around me need to sort themselves out (so don't barrel in with solutions without taking input is the way I modernized that). Moreta made me strive to face challenges with more calm (which honestly helped curb some of my temper for a time).