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By request: Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme

Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme
A Sentinel!AU Meme

There are special people in the world: Sentinels--whose five senses are incredibly enhanced, sometimes to the point of overwhelming and who can easily lose themselves in fugue states--and Guides, the empaths with the ability to ground a Sentinel and focus them. Meant to be the protectors of the Guides, for every Sentinel there exists a guide that is their perfect match. In some universes, when matches are made, a Sentinel and Guide form a soulbond to fill the feeling of emptiness.

How easy was it for you to find yours? How are Sentinels and Guides treated in your universe? Or maybe you're one of the normal, unremarkable people. Do you fear Sentinels and Guides? Despise them?

Rules
1) Post with your character/canon in the subject header.
2a) Choose whether your character is a Sentinel or a Guide
or
2b) If you don't know or don't care, just leave it blank!
3) Information about Sentinels and Guides can be found here and here. Information on 'The Sentinel' which this meme comes from can be found here.

4) All the tagging! Have fun 8D

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting:
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. The Bonding:
Do Sentinels and Guides in your universe soulbond? How does it go down? Is there a ceremony or do you just retreat to the bedroom?

oo3. Rejection:
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo4. Protection:
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo5. Lost:
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

006. Persecution:
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo7. Death:
Unbonded Sentinels and Guides eventually lose themselves to the empty cavern inside them. Torn apart from the inside by the feeling of something missing. Breaking the soulbond of a Sentinel and Guide is agonizing and horrifying, leading quickly to death for the remaining partner.

oo8. Old-School:
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style.

oo9. Unbonded:
Nothing is worse than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

o10. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!

Image from weheartit / original meme by

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"I would like to go to medical," Ben said, meeting her gaze without looking away. "Then I need to be alone to recover from getting you out of your fugue state." He needed sleep where he wasn't crammed up in a ball against a wall, preferably without any Sentinels around at all.

"And best chance or not, I'm not a thing you can own, alright?" He could do his best to set himself apart, but eventually she would come down on his head, break into his mind, and force him to be her puppet. But he had to delay that as long as possible, so he had time to try to find a way out of this place and back home.

She debated, for a moment, trying to force him again, but decided against it, it was a concession she could make, "Alright. We'll come back here after, you do need rest, well and away from any other Sentinels and short of letting the medics sedate you, this is the only place you're likely to get it." It was off of the regular patrol routes, not exactly her own wing of the ship, but something like it.

"We also both need to eat something." She added, unfolding to her feet, steadier now than she had been, almost as if physically pulling herself together.

Ben's jaw clenched and he almost argued, but knew that she was probably right - he hadn't sensed a single other Sentinel since being brought here.

Except, if she was here, he would automatically start to form a Bond with er just by sheer virtue of there being no other Sentinels. A Bond wouldn't necessarily be the worst thing - he could break it and Bond with another Sentinel- but it would give her even easier access to his mind. And he had a feeling she wouldn't react well to finding out even now he was trying to figure out an escape plan. "Fine," he finally said, relenting.

Honestly it would probably amuse her more than anything, he'd been right that there wouldn't be a way off the ship for him besides the incinerator. But it would be a few days of near-constant contact before any sort of bond was at a strong enough level for her to actually be able to read his thoughts so easily, without any effort, and even then it would depend on how hard he was trying to keep them from her.

She was quick enough in shrugging back into a robe and settling her mask into place before cocking her head towards the door, "Let's go." Medical was almost directly below her quarters, though three levels lower, which meant that the elevator trip was almost longer than the walk.

The trip down to the medical bay was indeed short, and as soon as he stepped out onto the floor he could feel the other Guide. She was still alive, then, at least. He ducked past Kura and inside, but was immediately brought up short by the troopers inside. Three of them, around the bed that held the Guide.

He turned to look at Kura and said, "I want to see the other Guide first." He hated that he would need her to let him through, but he could bite back that anger for now: the Guide needed as much calm as possible. In fact, he threw out his ability, calming any racing emotion, and felt the Guide relax a little, stress easing out of them.

"Let him through." She said, sounding almost bored, "What's the worst he can do? Get her back into the rotation more quickly?"

She was, of course, keeping an eye on him, staying just at the edge of perception because despite everything, she really didn't want to cause the other Guide any undue stress, and the sooner Ben verified that she was alright, the sooner he'd get looked after.

The troopers parted to let him through and Ben stepped up to the Guide's bedside. She was awake, but just barely, and when he reached out, she reached in return. Ben carefully caught her hand - she was wrapped in bacta bandages from elbow to fingertips, but she didn't finch when he touched her, so she was probably on painkillers.

Ben glanced her over. There was something off about the way she was looking up at him, but her breathing was steady. Her emotions were almost preternaturally calm, however. The painkillers? He reached up with the hand not holding hers and brushed the hair out of her face. It was blonde and soft and he brushed her bangs out of her eyes, but she barely reacted - there should have been something there, at least. Some sort of reaction. There wasn't even a flicker of anything besides stress.

He turned, looking for the doctor. "Is she... drugged, or something, right now? I'm not getting anything off of her, except that she's feeling stress." He sat on the edge of the bed, resting his hand on top of her two, his other hand, under hers, on his own knee. She was watching him, which was good at least.

"Mild sedative." The medic replied, "Standard procedure for an injured Guide who needs an overnight stay, they wouldn't get any rest otherwise." Not with Sentinels patrolling and coming in for medical attention of their own at all hours.

It would have been a mild sedative for a Sentinel, but it was more than just mild for a Guide and Kura knew it, but she also didn't say anything. She did, however, ease back just a little, moving out of the other Guide's range of perception, curious now to see if that reduced the stress that Ben was getting from her.

A mild sedative didn't fit with the alert way she was watching him, though. Ben frowned. It was likely the First Order spared no expense in the medical treatment of their Guides, so the medic knew what they were doing, but still. Ben frowned.

He watched Kura back up and the Guide relaxed as she did so, stress easing back. "Why is there no other Guide in here monitoring the emotions?" That should have been SOP along with the sedative. Even the boredom of the guards would be a drain on an injured Guide.

He felt the Guide's fingers twitch against his and he looked down at her. "You're going to be fine," he said, lifting her hands to his mouth to press a kiss to the bandages. "Get some rest." He carefully tucked her hands over themselves on her belly, but was reluctant to get up. Something was off, but he wasn't entirely sure what.

The medic gave a nod to the monitor strapped to the Guide's upper arm, "Have to do it electronically via hormone balances, can't spare the resources to have two Guides out of commission for that long." Even if 'that long' was only an overnight stay.

Kura was the one to explain, as the medic seemed hesitant to do so with her there: "A ship this size should have a minimum of eight Guides, four of those for the trooper barracks alone. We're down to four, not counting you." She'd been responsible for one of those deaths, which was part of that edge of guilt over injuring this one.

Of course. That would explain it. Ben had been on the chemical balancers before, as a child. It had left him eerily calm. Everything had been muted. So she was alert but not broadcasting or receiving emotion, except what little popped up in the presence of the Sentinel who had caused her to end up here.

Still. Four, when they should have had eight, minimum. And this was the First Order's flagship. Just how deep did the shortage of Guides go?

Ben leaned in and pressed his hand to the Guide's face. She blinked up at him, but when he pressed peace directly into her, she sighed in relief and smiled. It was like calm, but different. She relaxed and her eyes closed, drifting off into sleep. When he pulled his hand away, she stayed sleeping.

"I would be willing to sit with her," he said. "After my burns are treated." He rose and moved to another bed, finally revealing the full extent of his burns on his forearms. He was covered in burns starting just below his elbows halfway down his forearms. His hands were free of burns, but the skin there was discolored from blood. "Should make sure I don't have any broken bones, either, just in case." Nothing felt broken, but he also could feel very little in the way of anything past his elbows.

Kura shook her head just once, "No." She said, stepping closer to Ben's bed while managing to maintain the same distance from the other Guide, not wanting to cause her any undue stress. She managed to do this as if it was a perfectly natural movement, possibly the medic realized what was going on, but they were already too busy taking a dermal regenerator to Ben's arms, this was something that was going to need more than bacta to fix.

Kura's brow creased, just a little, at the extent of the damage, but she didn't say anything about it, just explained: "Not until you've had time to rest as well, you won't do her any good and we'll once again end up with two downed Guides instead of just one." It went without saying, she felt, that she wasn't about to let her guide wear himself out like that.

Ben scowled as Kura came closer, but turned to the medic, obviously asking for her opinion instead of the opinion of the woman who wanted to be his Sentinel. Of course, Kura was right, but he rather pettily refused to back down to what she said without a fight.

He winced as the medic started her work. While the other Guide had burns all the way down to her palms, she had also started treatment right away and hadn't slept on serious burns like Ben had.

He closed his eyes against the sparking pain of the regenerator starting on the burns then said, "I should have a painkiller, so I don't distress her," he said, glancing to the Guide. She was still sleeping, but for how much longer when he was in pain like this?

"You won't do anyone any good if you burn yourself out on the first day." The medic replied, situating the regenerator so that it could run while she retrieved a painkiller patch, explaining: "Normally we'd put these on a wrist, but since we're still working those it'll have to be your neck, which means it's probably going to hit your system faster. Hope you didn't have breakfast yet."

Because queasiness and nausea were normal side effects to a painkiller hitting the system as quickly as it would from the neck as opposed to arms where they were designed to go.

Kura was just a little amused that the medic agreed with her on that front, considering how little little else they agreed on.

"Not yet," he replied. It'd been probably close to a full 24 hours since he'd last eaten. He was starving and exhausted, but he laid back as soon as she applied the patch to his neck and closed his eyes.

In the same breath that the pain faded, he felt a wave of dizziness. He swallowed hard and focused on his breathing. He had nothing in his stomach to throw up but bile, so breathing and keeping calm was really all he could do.

"Well you're definitely going to want to when we're done here." The medic replied, "Food will help with what I can't. Full belly and a few hours of uninterrupted sleep, you ought to be just fine." Just fine for the time being, the medic knew it was only a matter of time before he showed up again, and hopefully not in a body bag.

Kura, for her part, stayed quiet for now, just memorizing the damage done, filing it away for later. She was hard on Guides, moreso when she'd gotten caught in a fugue. She was going to do her level best not to break him too soon, and she had a feeling he wasn't going to let her break him that easily.

"Food sounds like a great idea," he said quietly. "Sleep does, too." His own bed sounded the best right about then, but he was going to take what he could get.

It seemed like an endlessly dizzy eternity before the Regenerator was done with its work. He blinked and let his head fall to the side. He was starving for real, despite the nausea, but also wasn't entirely sure his legs would be up to the work of supporting him. "I'm just going to lay here for a few minutes before I try to get up."

While the First Order may have been critically short on Guides, they were definitely at capacity on supplies, and fresh food was rarely a problem.

Kura brushed across the surface of Ben's mind again, not forcing her way in as she'd done the day before, or even earlier that morning, no, now she was settling in, like groundwater being absorbed, moving quiet and careful, like someone in a library or a museum.

Favorite foods weren't the sort of thing people thought about often, but that's what she was looking for. Making sure he got fed things that he actually liked -if they were able- seemed like a good way to keep him on her side, because she wasn't above bribery.

It was probably lucky for Kura that at that moment, Ben was thinking about food. The nausea was starting to fade, so he was, at that moment, thinking longingly about the rolls the Resistance's kitchen always had hot on hand, stuffed with cheese and meat and vegetables. It was rather simple food, but along with the food he was thinking about eating with his friends, the base's pilots and techs.

Then he sighed, quietly. He'd never see any of them again. Even if he was General Organa's son, they weren't going to stage an attack on the First Order's flagship in order to retrieve a single Guide. And currently, he didn't have enough information to be able to even start coming up with a plan to escape.

Surprisingly, or perhaps not, rolls like that were a staple in many military institutions, the First Order included, it was the easiest way to get multiple food groups into one quick-to-consume package, and they made the most of it.

Of course, the ones for breakfast would be meat and eggs, not cheese and vegetables, those would likely come out at dinner, maybe as early as lunch. There wasn't a lot of variety in the mess, but enough to be able to tell what meal it was and sometimes the days of the week.

Kura actually let him rest, at least until a squad of pilots arrived, all but carrying one of their own, their reconnaissance mission hadn't gone according to plan, but with half of them being Sentinels, she wasn't going to risk letting Ben stay any longer.

Ben twitched himself awake out of a half doze as the group of Sentinels came in, the pain of the injured one immediately grabbing at him without letting go.

He sat up and instantly soothed the pain as best as he could, thinking of the other Guide, but she was still sleeping. With the chemical suppressors and the cause of her stress out of distance of feeling, she'd stay asleep.

But his work soothing the injured Sentinel had the eyes of every other Sentinel in the room on him. He swallowed hard and instinctively glanced to Kura, waiting for her to do something possessive over him. He would welcome it, this time: he was too tired to help them, and still too dizzy to stand besides. Not that they would really care. He was a Guide, and he was obviously at least conscious and not suppressed.

She bared her teeth, just briefly, behind the mask, it wasn't as if the pilots could really see her grimace behind the teeth of the helm, but she also didn't care, planting herself physically between them and Ben, catching hold of his arm to help pull him to his feet.

It wasn't the bruising grip of the night before, but it was definitely solid, possessive, not about to let him try getting near the pilots and definitely not about to let them get near him, "Come along." She had already ordered breakfast to be delivered to her quarters, and chances were good it would be there by the time they got there, even with as short as the trip back was. She didn't exactly back out of the med bay, in fact she didn't back out at all, but she did keep herself between Ben and the others.

Ben stumbled as he was pulled to his feet and had to lean on Kura for a moment until his legs steadied under him. He was glad she was solid and was unable to keep from broadcasting that relief directly through their physical contact.

Once he was able to, he walked ahead of her to the med bay's door and then out to the lift.

"Thank you," he said, voice barely a whisper, as the doors shut behind them and they started to go up. "I reacted without thinking to help them." It was a sure sign of his exhaustion. Ben was too controlled as a Guide normally, his actions back there had been pure instinct.

That wordless relief and gratitude didn't surprise her, though the actual verbal thanks did, head tilting again and studying him once more through the mask's blue-tinted lenses.

She made a quiet, almost-puzzled sound before answering, "You're welcome." Because 'you're welcome' was a safer statement than 'you're mine' though it somehow managed to have the same tone, "We'll eat, then you can rest while I meditate."

Once the door closed behind them her robe came off, followed by the helm, likely disconcerting as once the face mask was removed, the lower mandible remained, at least until she removed that, too, setting it aside. As she'd predicted, breakfast was waiting for them, and still warm, she nodded to the small table where the tray sat, the rolls and fruit juice and some kind of thin broth, spicy and fragrant.

Ben fell on the food eagerly, eating the first roll he picked up in two bites. He was ravenous enough that he barely looked at Kura. But as he slowed his eating, he found himself looking at her. She was young. Younger than he'd thought she would be. There was a fierce look in her eyes, even when she was at rest, and something familiar about her face, though he couldn't really place it.

He poured himself another glass of the juice then sipped at it. He watched her as he drank the juice, then got up and headed for the cot. He collapsed onto it and toed off his shoes. The cot was narrow, and too short for his length, but there were blankets at least. He curled up on his side, back to her, and stared at the wall.

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