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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, one good thing: there were still a lot of Jedi artifacts around in this point in history.

Bad thing: they're stuck in hostile territory with no weapons or transportation.

"Okay," he said after a moment. "We'll find something else. After we get out of here."

Frowning, he looked over at one of the fallen clonetroopers. Scratch the thought on their having no weapons. Reaching out with a hand, he called the trooper's blaster rifle to him and then looked at Leia. "Do I have to ask if you know how to fire one of these?"

She pocketed the bowl, not much else to be done with it, really, and accepted the blaster rifle, going over it with both hands. She was no expert, but she was no slouch either, "Charge is low, but it'll hold for now."

While the weapon in her hands was new, or new enough, the model itself was old enough that it had been what she learned with as a teenager, something that was mostly surplus by that time, replaced with newer, more efficient designs.

The nice thing about standard infantry weapons...they tended to be built so anyone could pick one up and use it so the basics tended not to vary over the years.

"Good." He jerked his head upwards to indicate platforms high over their heads. "They build their cities inside of big sinkholes on Utapau. If we're going to find a ship, it's going to be up there."

And if it was only droids between them and that goal he wouldn't be too concerned. But this was men he'd fought beside for the better part of three years. He knew exactly what they were capable of and he considered every one of them to be a comrade-in-arms even if they'd called him General.

Which made what he'd had to do, what he was going to have to do, just that much more difficult.

"C'mon, we'd better get moving."

She nodded just once, it had been a while since she'd been out in the field, but that full-circle awareness was quick to return, the sort of thing that never really went away, just went dormant from time to time.

"Lead the way." She was fully ready to follow his lead, after all, he knew the terrain and she didn't, except historically, and that wasn't going to do her much good now.

He nodded sharply and started for the nearest route that would lead them up, wishing devoutly that they had O-...backup with them.

Truth be told, it was actually fairly impressive how far he managed to get them before they finally were forced to make contact with the clones still mopping the place up.

Clones, Leia would find, were much better shots than their successors would be.

She also found that Anakin could swear quite expressively in a multitude of languages while fighting with only the Force at his disposal against men he'd called friend only the day before.

"If you get shot," he shouts at her, "I'm going to kill you! Keep your head down!"

Swearing in multiple languages was something they had in common, at least, and while Leia couldn't swear herself in Shyriiwook or Huttese, she could understand both, and when the warning came she was already keeping herself low, keeping behind cover where she could.

Better shots than Stormtroopers or not, Leia had a knack for not getting hit. Some of it was practice, knowing where to be and where to move to so as to prevent it, but some of it was probably no small amount of latent Force ability. She'd had a small amount of training, most of it from Luke, but even still most of her use of the Force was instinctive, reflexive and not anything she paid much attention to.

She also didn't snap back, though it was her usual response to being yelled at, she had enough sense to know that now was not the time.

Anakin was not, of course, like other Jedi. Even without a lightsaber with the power of the Force that was at his command and the abilities granted him by being a Sentinel a small squad of clone troopers was not the challenge it might have been for someone else.

Not to say he didn't come out unscathed but a few close shots and relatively minor wounds weren't worth bothering himself over. Especially not when he had to get Leia to safety which was for the moment his most pressing need.

At least until he saw something that sparked a truly nuclear fury in him. Up until that moment he'd been focused on the job, getting them out and keeping her safe. But then...

Well, Leia will have seen the gesture he's making before and heard the choking sounds coming from the last trooper in the squad. "Where," Anakin snarled, "did you get that?"

The item in question being a lightsaber hanging from the clone's utility belt. It doesn't look anything like Luke's old lightsaber.

Leia didn't know enough history of the Jedi to be able to recognize a lightsaber and place it to a Knight just by looking at it. She recognized her brother's -and Anakin's- by feel rather than design.

But she could make an educated guess as to the owner of this one, which was part of why that flare of anger had her at Anakin's side, blaster leveled, radiating calm again herself even despite the tension down her spine and the resolve in her expression even as she said: "Can't answer if you don't let him."

He wouldn't have expected her to recognize Obi-Wan's lightsaber on sight anyway. The important part was that he had.

Leia was able to see the way Anakin's fingers tightened a moment despite her words, the way he wanted to fight her influence.

But she was right.

He opened his hand and let the trooper fall to the ground in a heap before calling the lightsaber in question to him.

"Answer the question, trooper."

Coughing, the clone struggled to his feet, if keeping his hands in sight. "The Jedi have been declared traitors to the Republic," he said mechanically. "We've been ordered to remove Jedi officers with lethal force." Apparently some of that innate obedience to those same Jedi officers hadn't been entirely removed by Order 66. Or this particular clone was trying to avoid a messy end.

Anakin shook his head, taking a step forward, "not. an answer."

"Commander Cody dispatched us to confirm General Kenobi's death, sir. The lightsaber was recovered then."

Fist tightening again, even if he wasn't using it on the clone, Anakin asked, "so you found him."

"No, sir. Just the lightsaber."

The sudden wave of hope that Obi-Wan might still be alive threatened to overwhelm him enough that Anakin wavered on his feet. "Good," he said through clenched teeth. "We'll tie you up and leave you for your brothers to find."

That nigh-overwhelming wash of hope would have been enough to confirm her suspicions on the lightsaber's rightful owner even if the trooper hadn't already done so, and couldn't help her own swell of relief that Kenobi hadn't been found.

She knew that magnecuffs and a few lengths of utility cable were standard issue for most stormtroopers, and suspected that was the case here as well, which was why she squared her stance just a little, adjusting her grip on the blaster, "I've got him covered." She said, tone still level and voice still calm, "Go ahead."

Truthfully, that decision was a relief as well, especially since she knew how easy it would have been to just kill him instead.

Anakin nodded slightly and hooked Obi-Wan's lightsaber to his belt in place of his own.

Binding the clone didn't take so long though Anakin took the precaution of also removing his helmet so he couldn't use the comm system it contained to call for backup. Why he hadn't done so already Anakin wasn't going to question.

He could find Obi-Wan, Anakin thought. If he could just get somewhere that he could focus. And they couldn't do that if they had to continually worry about running into clone patrols. So the mission to find a ship still stood.

"Come on," he said to Leia, "we're almost to the control room."

Though even once they started moving, he took the precaution of taking a different route than the one the clone would have seen them heading toward once they were out of sight. And of course he had no intention of going to any control room.

She knew their initial destination hadn't been a control room, but she also knew a misdirection when she heard one, she'd used them often enough herself that she didn't react with surprise, just nodded once, falling into step with Anakin once more.

Truth be told, she'd had a moment's thought of just shooting the trooper herself, and the only real deciding factor in not doing so was that she didn't know what kind of repercussions that would have on her own future, and it wasn't something that she wanted to tempt fate with.

When they finally get to the entranceway that leads out to the platform he'd originally pointed out that they were headed for, he stopped her and stepped to the side. "Pau'an ships," he says quietly. "Figured they'd be under the lightest guard."

The clones, after all, would look after their own ships as well as any Separatist craft they captured.

He closed his eyes for a moment and it was less the Force he was tapping into to see if anyone was there and more his enhanced Sentinel hearing. "...I think it's clear."

She nodded once, "I'll take a 'think it is' over a 'knowing it isn't' any day." She, likewise, was fairly sure it was clear, if there were anyone there, they were being still and quiet and unerringly calm, which she didn't think was the kind of thing that would happen in a recent battle zone.

She readjusted her grasp of the blaster, shouldering the strap in such a way that she could still easily swing it around to bear if necessary, "Lead on."

He flashed her a quick, humorless grin. Obviously they'd had some similar battlefield experiences.

And then he was leading the way to the nearest ship, having to pause a moment to convince the damned thing to open up for them before he ushered her on board.

He didn't fire the engines up right away though he did a quick scan of all the other pre-flight checks he could do in preparation before he looked up at her and explained. "If Obi-Wan is out there, I need to find him. I can probably get a lead through the Force but...we need to start from here without taking off yet. The second we're in the air there's no telling if the-..." he hesitated over what to call the clones now that they were suddenly enemies, "...troops will react immediately or not but I wouldn't be surprised if they did so we'll need to be ready to get a move on when we do."

She nodded at the first, stashing the blaster and strapping herself in easily enough, "I understand."

And then with another wry little half-smile, "We may be clear, we may be flying into heavy fire. Haven't done that in a while, but it won't be an entirely new experience." She knew how and where to brace herself if the ship pitched, and her reflexes were as good now as they'd ever been.

Anakin flashed her a wry smile at that before he settled down to reach into the Force and try to find Obi-Wan. Several minutes passed and eventually he was left shaking his head and and pounding the arm of his chair with a closed fist. "Nothing. I don't sense him anywhere around here." Which...might be a good thing? Anakin was going to choose to believe it meant Obi-Wan escaped and wasn't lying dead at the bottom of this sinkhole somewhere.

He started the engines and looked over at Leia. "I don't know what I can do for you here yet but..." he glanced down at the bowl she carried, "if you need an artifact, I know where there's a lot of them."

And he needed to get to Coruscant.

Not sensing anything was definitely a good thing, at least as far as her experience went. If someone was actually gone, there was usually a space where they should have been, an odd sort of emptiness like a missing tooth, "Nothing is good, in this case." She replied, "Even if he were gone there would still be something."

She just inclined her head as he powered the engines up, something that would have been a magnanimous nod even just a few years before, and probably still would be were he anyone else, "Then let's go."

Well, he'd been right about it not taking long for them to be noticed once they got in the air. Things definitely got hairy quick but it was nothing Anakin couldn't handle. Leia would be able to sense how it was like the ship became an extension of his body and he got it to do a few acrobatics few other pilots would've been able to match.

Which was how they managed to get past the clone pilots chasing them and the star destroyers in orbit around the planet and jump to hyperspace with all speed.

"Well," he quipped, "that was fun."

Considering the brightness to his eyes and the general sense of satisfaction at once again being better than everybody else he might not actually have been joking there. Not entirely.

"This isn't going to be a short trip," he added after a moment, "Utapau is on the Outer Rim."

It was easy to see where Luke had gotten that particular joy from, and herself to some extent, though not generally with ships. Speeders and speeder bikes were more her style, though not so much these days.

She nodded at the observation, "So we'll make the most of it." She replied, "And maybe I'll end up getting home without the intervention, though that isn't something I'm going to count on at all." Truth be told, she was trying not to count on it working even with an intervention, though she wasn't quite bracing herself for being stuck in the wrong time forever, she was willing to admit that it was, at least, a possibility.

He leaned back in his chair and looked over at her. "Yeah, I wouldn't hold my breath on that."

Then Anakin shrugged slightly, "you've taken all of this surprisingly well."

Either that or she was just really good at keeping her feelings under wraps. Which was entirely possible.

It was a little bit of that last one, she'd had decades of practice at doing just that, after all.

She shook her head at the statement, however, "I'm not entirely sure it's sunk in yet. And I would probably be doing worse if I didn't already know this was possible." There was also the fact that she knew she needed to stay calm for the both of them, and that was probably the most important factor in all of this.

No pressure on being one of the very few things likely to help Anakin keep his hold on the Light Side if they don't find Obi-Wan, Leia.

"Glad I could help with that, then," he said dryly. "I love being a test case."

"sort of runs in the family, if that's any consolation." The times that she'd been a quote-unquote test case were far less drastic, however, and usually something she actually decided to do. But only usually.

She also had no doubt that she could hold together -at least for a while- if this all went pear-shaped, she'd probably have an easier time keeping him on the level than herself if it came to that, but she was doing her best not to borrow worry, there would be time to worry about things when -and if- they actually came to pass, and there was no sense getting worked up about them before then.

"Not consolation exactly but I suppose I can accept it."

Anakin smiled at her a moment. "You look like her, you know." Even if he was seeing her at a far later age than her mother currently was. He'd certainly studied Padme enough times to see her features quite clearly in her daughter.

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