The robe arrived in Whitehorse on Wednesday and will travel 175 kilometres south to the First Nation's traditional territory in Atlin, where
A man who helped return a 140-year-old Tlingit robe to the British Columbia First Nation where it was created says it’s as if the regalia called out to its people and they are bringing it home.
The intricately woven Chilkat robe, made of mountain goat wool and yellow cedar bark, was purchased by the Taku River Tlingit First Nation in northwestern B.C. for almost $40,000 after it went up for sale online by a Toronto-based auction house last year.
The robe arrived in Whitehorse Wednesday and will travel 175 kilometres south to the First Nation’s traditional territory in Atlin, B.C., where it’s expected to go on display and may be used in future ceremonies.
While the community celebrates the return of a piece of its heritage, the First Nation said Indigenous people should not be forced to buy back regalia that was stolen from them. [...]
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Kartaelin : What’s your body count?
Atton: Do you mean sex or murder?
Kartaelin : *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand?
Atton: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list.
Atton: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Kartaelin: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Atton: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Kartaelin: Is it working?
Atton: We’re getting married, bitches!
Kartaelin: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.
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I am late because I couldn't decide on a writing WIP this week and technically I've been working on the confession render painting postwork. But I also really wanted to do more with the Atton Lost AU because I'm really fond of the little domestic fluff I did write for them. Really just worked on the posing and camera angles today. I have to make some decisions on decor yet for their temporary home.
What do you guys think of the cybernetics for Atton? I'm not sure just how advanced they were 4000 years before Anakin and Luke, but Bao-Dur's custom is pretty awesome and Sion's seemed nearly as good as Anakin's. Neither had the synthetic skin like Luke's so I'm thinking this is appropriate?
The sound of the door sliding open alerts him to his companion's entrance. “Good morning, oh great Jedi Master Nasan,” he quips as Kartaelin enters the room, stopping for a moment to salute him.
“Good morning, love,” he answers back as he ascends the stairs to join him. After meditation sessions, the Sephi typically exudes calm just as he does today. His calming energy brings a bit of that inner peace back to Atton as he approaches. Kartaelin slides his hand lovingly across his back and kisses him as he comes to stand beside him. He can taste the bittersweet notes of caf on his lips and smiles into it.
Atton reciprocates, leaning toward him and basking in his warmth. The moment is gone in an instant and Kartaelin moves toward the window to look out to the sunrise, fingers trailing down Atton's arm to squeeze his hand and hold it loosely in invitation to join him. As Atton's hand falls from his grip, he takes one more drink of caf and gives his arm a quick scratch before joining him. Kartaelin glances at him from the corner of his eye, hands held together behind him and a radiant smile on his face. Atton places his elbow on his shoulder and leans on him, “So, what's on the agenda today, besides the obvious?”
Kartaelin's eyes scan the increasingly bustling thoroughfares of the city before focusing on the beauty of the sunrise on the horizon. “You mean other than the meeting? I’d like to spend some time in the archives, but you already knew that,” he turns his head to look at his partner, a knowing smile on his face as he reaches for him through their bond. “Perhaps a walk in the entertainment district later for a bite to eat, if you're up for it?”
“The entertainment district, huh? Gambling, drinking, debauchery. Who are you and what have you done with Kartaelin?” he jokes.
Kartaelin chuckles, “You know full well I'm not suggesting all of that. I won't begrudge you a game of Pazaak or a drink, but don't forget, moderation. I was merely suggesting a night out and a good meal before we depart again.”
“I think I’d prefer to play strip Pazaak right here,” Atton smirks, hand on his hip and leaning closer. But the itch is starting to overwhelm him and he interrupts his flirting to scratch it again.
“Are you going to let me win this time?”
“You know what’ll happen by the end whether you win or not," he grins. "It's just fun to see if you can take me before all your clothes are on the floor.”
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Having helped the TSF and Major Riiken’s men with rooting out the last of the Sith troopers from this area of the station, the pair head back toward the shuttle to find Mandalore waiting for them.
“My men are holding the shuttle to the Ravager. We will join you in the assault. Allow us to lead the charge and bring us to victory.”
Kartaelin claps a hand to his shoulder, and nods, “I’m counting on it.”
“You shall not face this alone,” comes a voice from behind on the opposite ramp. Kartaelin turns to see Visas striding toward them. “I will go with you and be by your side.”
A sad smile crosses his face, “Are you certain you wish to do this, Visas? It will undoubtedly mean facing your former master. It may be safer to stay back and help Grenn and Riiken with the evacuations.”
“I cannot. I have sworn my protection to you. My life is yours to do with what you see fit, but please do not ask me to stay behind.”
“If this is truly what you wish, then I welcome your aid. When we are onboard, stay close. We must move cautiously if we are to succeed. We cannot allow your former master to continue to threaten the galaxy.”
“Understood,” she replies with a nod, moving ahead to stand with Mandalore. “No more planets should suffer the same fate as my homeworld.”
Kartaelin knows this opponent will prove the greatest challenge yet. He is unsure of what to expect from one capable of devastating entire planets to sate his own hunger. He only hopes that he and his companions will prove strong enough to stop him. The uncomfortable parallels of the situation are not lost on him and he takes a deep breath to center himself.
“Wait,” Atton's voice cuts through his contemplation. Kartaelin turns back toward him and the pilot reaches up, placing his hands on either side of his head, pulling him down and closer to him. Their faces are so close they're nearly touching. “Don't die up there without me,” he whispers, breath warm on his partner's skin as he tilts his head and pulls him into a kiss.
A smile curls Kartaelin's lips as he recalls that first time back on Dxun. He brings his hands up to Atton's shoulders to help him balance in this somewhat awkward position. The durasteel plates, cool to the touch, feel good against his warm skin, though he does miss the more supple give of his partner's leather jacket.
Atton's fingers begin to massage his ears as they linger longer than is probably necessary at a time like this. Kartaelin’s shoulders relax in spite of the threat hanging over them and the alert sirens blaring in his ears. He can feel Atton's love spilling over to him through their bond. Hidden within is a hint of the fear he's trying to suppress. The Exile sends him back the soothing calm and warmth his touch brings him in the hopes that it will bring him some measure of peace.
When he finally breaks the kiss he responds, “I wouldn't dream of it.” Atton smirks back at him and they share a soft chuckle. Kartaelin straightens, but the pair remain just a hair’s breath apart, neither one wanting to part.
Behind them, Mandalore clears his throat, “Can you two lovebirds wrap this up already? That Sith Lord isn't going to kill himself, you know. The longer we wait, the more time we give him to suck this planet dry!”
The two of them stare at each other, but Atton can't hold back a laugh at the absurdity of being reprimanded by a Mandalorian. If someone had told him a year ago he would be traveling around the galaxy with a bunch of Jedi and the new Mandalore, he’d think they’d taken one too many hits with a gaffi stick. And to have fallen in love with a Jedi? Nonsense. He smiles as he gently rubs Kartaelin's cheek, “Come back in one piece, all right? I’ll see what else I can do here to aid the evacuations and clean up any stragglers.”
“Stay safe, Atton,” Kartaelin nods as he takes a step back, fingers trailing down his arm to squeeze his hand. Atton nods in return and jogs off toward the TSF office. Kartaelin watches him go, turning to board the shuttle with the others as he disappears down the corridor.
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