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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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"Well, when given the option between probable frostbite and definitely getting shot, I took the one I knew I could survive."

She shook her head, "Maz has a 'no personal business in the castle' rule, one that's strictly enforced, less-so outside the castle, though most still adhere to it out of respect for her."

"No personal business," he echoes. "Considering when I am, I imagine that won't be a problem."

Then it just strikes him that everyone he knows and cares about is probably dead and he can't help the completely-unasked-for flare of grief that flashes through.

Her breath caught for a moment at that wave, but she just let it break over her as she often did, not pushing it back, but not letting it knock her down, either. Honestly that ability was part of why she'd survived as long as she had, she was sure.

"Really this whole trip could be considered 'personal business', but really that rule means personal vendettas, and I know neither of us is harboring any of those at the moment."

"A Jedi does not hold grudges," he said a little too virtuously to actually mean it.

Joking was better than dwelling on that empty hole that was torn in him. Which he only expected he was even capable of at the moment because Leia was there grounding him. What he'd be doing if she wasn't...

Well. Nothing good.

Anakin let out a low whistle as they dropped out of hyperspace and Takodana came into view. "Pretty place. Those lakes do look inviting..."

"That they do." She agreed with a nod, "Even up close they do." Though she'd always suspected that had something to do with both the stillness of the water and just how clear it was, standing on the lake's edge, a person could see almost all the way to the bottom of even the deeper lakes, at least as far as the light could illuminate through the water.

As they come in closer, he leans a little forward to get a better look at what's left of Maz's castle and the repairs being made now.

"Huh. Somebody must've had some personal business here after all."

"Something very much like it." She agreed with a nod, surveying the area herself, not at all surprised to find how quickly the place was being repaired. Maz had resources, one would have to, really, living as long as she did, and she was smart about using them when necessary, which was something Leia already knew.

"I've never seen the landing field empty before." She added, because the landing field was exactly that, a field, clearly marked, off to one side of the castle proper.

"Lot of people probably don't want to go for a drink someplace where they might be asked to lend a hand at the work," Anakin said dryly.

A lot of things never seemed to change, he reflected as he set the ship down on the edge of the field closest to he castle. He managed it so lightly that the transition from being in the air to being on the ground was nearly seamless except for the audible thump of the landing gear and that the scenery outside the viewport appeared to stop moving.

Simple pleasure at a landing well-executed washed over him for a moment which was a nice improvement to everything else he'd been feeling since he'd gotten there.

"Shall we?"

He was probably right about that, as well as it being partly Maz making sure everything stayed intact until the construction was finished.

Leia's brows both lifted a little at the ease of the landing, much smoother than she'd gotten used to, and she couldn't help but smile, just a little, nodding once as she unfastened her seat restraints, "That is what we're here for." And that small smile tilted, gone just a little wry, "And maybe let me do the talking, hm?"

There was a reason he'd had the reputation of being the best star-pilot in the galaxy.

As they head off the ship he still makes a point of going first just in case there are hostiles nearby. It's a natural enough impulse that he doesn't actually say that's what he's doing, he just does it and assumes she'll fall in line.

"You're the boss," he still says agreeably enough. Besides, she's the one who knows this Maz. Or she reminds him enough of Padme that he can't help but remember that time he'd told her he'd given up arguing with her. So there was that, too.

She honestly didn't mind the defensive position, she was used to people doing that to her, though rarely on account of her being a Guide, at least not these days.

Maz was waiting for them at the top of the stairs in the more-complete side of the castle, and she eyed them both suspiciously for a long moment before shaking her head and waving them inside, "Now I know why you said I needed to see this in person." She said by way of greeting, though she clasped Leia's hand briefly between her own in something that was both a greeting and an expression of condolences, though she didn't say anything on it, just led the pair inside.

Anakin frowned up at Maz from the bottom of the stairs. Maz was obviously not what he had expected. But there was something about her, he thought as they followed her up the steps and inside, that reminded him of Yoda and not just because they were about the same height.

Hadn't Leia said she'd been around a while? Maybe that was it.

Once inside, Anakin started looking around carefully, taking in the whole of the space they'd entered. Partly out of simple curiosity and partly still in protection mode. Leia had called Maz a pirate, too, and in his experience sometimes pirates found it more profitable to ambush their visitors than have a nice chat.

After he's more or less satisfied himself that no one's going to come jumping out at them with guns blazing, he focuses more fully on Maz again. "Nice place."

Maz's core staff was there, working on rebuilding and putting the place to rights. The dining room was almost back to normal, and Maz skirted the edge of it to get to her office, simply expecting that the other two would follow, which Leia did easily enough.

Maz snorted at the comment, though there was amusement in her tone even as she answered: "Don't need to sweet talk me, boy, I know who you are." She shook her head, waving them both into the office, "Live as long as I have and you remember things."

Anakin once again preceded Leia, still not entirely convinced there wouldn't be an ambush. She was acting as his Guide now and from what had been said, his daughter, he'd be damned if he let something happen to her. It was just as well he didn't know yet what had become of him fifty-odd years before.

"I'd have been disappointed if you didn't," he said once he'd cleared the office and stepped aside to let Leia enter.

Leia settled in one of the chairs facing Maz's desk, even as the older woman chuckled softly and perched herself behind the desk, steepling her fingers, "So. This is a predicament."

Leia -who was rather used to this sort of statement from Maz- just nodded, "That it is. I was hoping you could give us some idea as to whether this has happened before, and if so, how to reverse it."

Maz made a thoughtful sound, tilting her head from side to side, "There are stories of course, always stories, of those who can walk the passages of time as easily as most walk the corridors of a library, and often for the same point and purpose. To learn."

Anakin settled on another chair. Though it was more perching and less settling.

"Stories," he huffed, "I didn't walk. I..." he shook his head irritably, "fell, I guess."

Which was, obviously to the women in the room at least, a far more apt choice of word than he realizes.

To her credit, Leia didn't wince at that particular turn of phrase, though it was likely just due to her years in the political arena that allowed her to keep her expression neutral in the face of it.

Maz, for her part, nodded, "I did say that was how the stories went." She flicked a hand, not dismissively as much as to emphasize some point, "Stories are always told after the fact, things go fuzzy in re-tellings, and what was once a fall comes to be known as something done a-purpose, of ones own will, hm?" She shook her head then, "I suspect that these others also fell through. Would I be right in believing that you came to us from a time or a place of great upheaval?"

At that question, Anakin's gaze went distant, remembering again the way his men had turned on him. On them. "The Clone Wars," he said quietly. "The battle of Utapau. Our men started firing on us-..."

This time, at the very least, he managed to swallow down the outrage and grief at that memory.

"So yes, I think you could call it a great upheaval." And he didn't regret the way his voice sharpened.

Maz nodded, mulling that over, "This also seems to be a common thread among the stories, moving from, or moving to a time and place where things are in flux." She drummed her fingers against each other briefly, "I'm sure you've heard at least some of the, hn, dust up we had here, recently. A small piece of a much larger story."

Leia's brow arched just a little, leave it to Maz to describe what had happened here as 'a dust up', but given the pirate's line of work and her age, it didn't much surprise Leia at all.

"Yeah," Anakin said wryly, glancing over at Leia. "I heard a little. You think that has something to do with it? Because, you know, I'd really like to go back and...fix things."

If he can. Somehow.

"Oh yes," Maz replied, blinking behind her over-large lenses, "And without the uproar, one should hope. The Force wants to repair itself, it wants things to be in the right place and the right time." She made a thoughtful sound, as if sorting out how to explain, "When the threads, time and place are tangled, it wants to put them right, to correct the flow of things, you may not realize it, but you are moving upstream, and hard." She shook her head, "We simply need to put you somewhere with a high enough concentration of the Force to push you back into the correct flow."

She stretched, spreading both hands once more, "Now, places where the Force has pooled like water in a well, those are few and far between, especially now, but a thing, a relic, I might just have one of those."

Leia was listening to this all with rapt attention, it wasn't entirely new to her, she'd heard rumors of the same, and while she'd never accepted any of Luke's invitations to train with him or at his Academy, she'd still learned everything she could about her heritage in the Force.

"None of the old temples?" He raised his eyebrows. The largest had been on Coruscant, of course, but for several reasons he assumed it was completely out of consideration. He did not realize, though, just how thoroughly corrupted it had been by the Empire or the echoes in the Force of his own actions he might have found there.

But some of the others, surely they had survived?

It's less that he truly wanted to make that trek to find them if Maz had an alternative closer to home and more that he was searching for some kind of reassurance that something had been left.

"There are some," She agreed, "But none so easily reached." That and the historical echoes of what had happened in most of them could very much still be felt, and that wasn't the sort of headache she'd wish on anyone. She pulled a ring of keys out of a desk drawer before sliding from her perch, "Come along, then." A nod towards Leia, "And you, Highness, some stabilization may be needed, we'll see."

Truth be told, Maz had more than one actual relic that hopefully had enough of the Force imbued in it for this to work, but there was one in particular she was going after, she just had to remember where it was she'd stored it, given as how she tried to keep the actual Force-relics apart from each other just so no one got ideas.

Some stabilization? Great.

Not.

At least as he got up to follow Maz, he fell in step beside Leia instead of covering her every move in case of attack. Apparently, he'd decided during the conversation that Maz, pirate or not, was unlikely to be a threat after all.

"When you say Force relic, you mean a Jedi one, don't you?" He frowned at Maz's back. "I don't think a Sith holocron, for instance, would be very helpful."

Maz snorted softly, shaking her head, "As if those are the only two options, but yes, it's of the Light, don't worry yourself over that." She led the way through a door opposite the one they'd come into her office through and down the stairs beyond.

The archives and the castle's foundations had taken some damage, though nowhere near as heavily as everything above, and most of it in unused sections, though the reconstruction efforts were somewhat more widespread than the damage itself. Maz navigated around it all expertly and Leia just smiled faintly, shaking her head as she followed in the older woman's wake. Mostly she was just glad that Maz had some idea of what was going on, and some idea of a solution as well.

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sorry I took so long!

No worries, been there, done that

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