#exile x brianna

[nukbody]

Best toxic yuri™ brainrot ft. my literal child

[hnnny]

Atton attempting to do something romantic for Zena. It doesn’t go well :)

This prompt is fantastic because it's very realistic for them lol.

Anyway, here's a full fledged comic no one was expecting (again, not even me). Also please ignore the strange composition, I was just compiling it together to make it into one part lol:

[ergomaria]

Miles To Go Before I Sleep - Chapter 14 (Telos Pt. II)

Though the Sith Emperor has been defeated and Meetra has finally accepted her role in the destruction of Malachor, she is still haunted by Order who abandoned her and the Jedi she left behind. A simple request to investigate strange energy signatures emanating from Atris's Jedi academy on Telos becomes far more complex as Meetra and her crew are forced to break into the building and confront various aspects of their pasts now mired in darkness. Will they accept the darkest parts of themselves or will they try to rise above their past losses and mistakes?

Only two figures awaited Meetra's arrival, one seated in a high-backed chair that occupied the exact place she'd been granted on Coruscant's High Council. The other was standing at the Master's right hand. Though Atris was dressed in her normal robes she'd let her hair down from its usual bun, allowing it to cascade around her face and cast her features in shadow. The individual beside her was equally obscured, their body hidden by a Jedi's typical hooded brown cloak. The fact that the pair still looked liked members of the Order should have been comforting, but set against the chill of the academy it was somehow more ominous. The hooded figure spoke first, their voice masculine and vaguely familiar.

"I apologize, but this academy is not currently accepting visitors."

"I'm not a visitor. I'm a friend who's here to find out why this place feels so horribly wrong…" As Meetra attempted to step closer to the Echani Master, a wave of Force energy pushed her back.

Hand extended, the cloaked figure warned, "I said my Master is not seeing anyone today."

The voice was a haunting echo of someone from the former Consular's past, though his name and face still eluded her. Frustrated, she blurted out, "Who are you? I recognize your voice, but I can't quite place you."

"You truly don't remember your own Padawan?" Atris's words were strained and reedy as she stared up from beneath her curtain of hair. Her normally shining silver irises appeared dull, like a clouded mirror. "I'm disappointed, but not surprised seeing how far you've fallen."

"But I've never had a Padawan!" Confusion filled Meetra as she tried to untangle the situation, the various parts failing to fit together within her mind. She'd still been a Padawan herself when she'd joined the war, on the cusp of Knighthood but not yet ready to face the Trials. Yes, there were Initiates and even other Padawans she'd discussed her future with, mostly shared dreams painted in broad strokes. But the only plans that ever truly meant enough to bring to fruition were those she shared with Deran and Alek, later Revan and Malak, all centered on defending the Republic. The impossibility of what the archivist was proposing was infuriating, and it was easy to turn the anger back on its source. "You truly believe I've fallen? Atris, look at yourself, at this place! Can't you see…?"

Standing swiftly from her chair, the Echani Master waved a dismissive hand "All I see is someone who abandoned me and the rest of the Order! You left us behind while you sought violence and glory all while polluting the name 'Jedi' with every swing of your lightsaber."

"I didn't abandon you! I wanted you to come with me, to join us in fighting to safeguard the Republic and protect innocent lives. I never wanted to leave you…"

"Don't lie!" Anger lined every delicate plane of Atris's face, her normally placid visage turned unrecognizable from rage. "You betrayed me and everything we stood for when you left for war!"

"Betrayed…?" The word tasted bitter on Meetra's tongue as she recalled Kreia's last cryptic warning. 'There must always be a Darth Traya.'

As though sensing this thought, the Echani muttered, "Perhaps it's because betrayal lays at the heart of every sentient." Sweeping towards the chamber exit that led to her quarters, she left the others in her wake as she coldly ordered, "Mical, take care of these intruders. I don't have time for their games."

The hooded figure nodded as he carefully shrugged the cloak from his shoulders and reached for his lightsaber. Now revealed beneath the still-flashing warning lights, the young man staring disdainfully at the crew had a high brow and square jaw, all accented by the visible black veins running through his pallid skin. "Yes Master," he responded with a smirk as his green blade hissed to life. "As you wish."

Meetra nearly stumbled as she tried to reconcile the embittered man stalking toward her with the kind, thoughtful Padawan she'd once known. "...Mical? I… what happened?!"

"What happened? The same thing that happened to every other Padawan who remained behind during the war. We learned what we could from Knights and Masters already spread too thin thanks to the Revanchists' absences. Then we earned our Knighthoods too young in a rush to fill the voids you left before we were released, naive and unprepared, into a galaxy that distrusted us either because the Council refused to act at the beginning of the war or because Malak fell at the end of it. Everything I am was molded by the Revanchists' shortsighted actions."

Stepping protectively in front of Meetra, Atton ignited his own 'sabers as he scoffed, "She didn't do this to you."

"Just like Malak didn't make you a murderer?"

"He didn't. That was my choice."

Chuckling darkly, Mical raised his blade challengingly. "Hmm. At least you admit your own weakness."

"Stop!" Rushing to place herself between the two men before they came to blows, Meetra insisted, "There's no need to argue. Please, just let me pass so that I can speak with Atris. I don't want to hurt you."

But the supposed disciple only sneered as he lunged at his former friend. "Then this should be a quick fight."

Atton's lightsabers hummed as he leaped forward and swung his main blade out to intercept the strike. "Don't you touch her!"

"Well then. I'm glad I also have no qualms about taking down a murderer."

Another lightsaber ignited as Visas also stepped forward to guard her teacher. "Exile, go! Catch up with Atris. We can hold him off."

Though Meetra didn't want to abandon her students, to abandon Atton, the trailing ends of the Master's robe were barely visible on the ramp leading away from the Council Chambers and the former General desperately needed to speak with the other woman and uncover the answers she'd come so far to find. With a last glance toward her friends, she sprinted forward, using the Force to enhance her speed so that she could dash past Mical just before his lightsaber struck her. The air filled with the sizzle of plasma as someone countered the maneuver and the battle began.

The very last wisp of white fabric was sweeping out of view as the gate between the chamber and the ramp slammed shut, causing Meetra to run into the barrier. Grunting and cursing, she pounded her palms against the surface in a strange mirror of her earlier visit to Telos, something she vaguely realized as she reached for her lightsaber and announced, "Dammit, the way's already blocked! I'm going to cut my way through."

The silvery blade had only begun to burn through the metal when Atton suddenly shouted, "Meetra, watch ou…!"

The interrupted warning caused the former Consular to spin around just in time to watch her crewmate crumple as one of the Council chairs crashed down on top of him with enough force to shake the floor. He yelped in pain as something in his shoulder crunched, a noise that made Mical grin as he stood with his hand outstretched, clearly the one who threw the furniture in the first place. Taking an instant to analyze the scene, Meetra, rushed over to her injured friend. "Atton!"

"I'm sorry!" Visas cried, her own arm falling to her side. The Force was still pulsing around her, proof that she'd tried and failed to stop the attack. "I thought I could hold him off but he…"

"He's strong." Looking over at Atris's disciple, Meetra searched the Force for the boy he'd once been. In the harsh glare of the warning lights, it was difficult to envision the Initiate she'd met so many years ago, a shy youngling with a bright smile and a deep fascination with Jedi history. As a result, the pair had shared an appreciation for Atris, albeit for very different reasons. Over the years they had bonded over other things, their belief in peace and tranquility binding them amidst a galaxy on the brink of war. Thus, it felt natural for her to promise the newly promoted Padawan that she would personally train him once she earned her Knighthood. But that day never came, and Mical was never among the Jedi who joined the Mercy Corps.

"Does this surprise you? You, who once showed me the ways of the Force, how to hear it sing within the life around me?" Eyes narrowing, the disciple's fist clenched and another chair began to rise. As a Jedi, his Force connection hadn't been particularly strong, but the dark side could make even the most modest Force-user devastatingly powerful as it rotted them from within. "You, who once promised to show me so much more when the time finally came, only to abandon the Republic you claimed to protect?"

Reaching into the surrounding Force, Meetra thrust out her hand and gritted her teeth as she fought against the disciple's dark strength. Somehow, she managed to hold the seat in place long enough for Atton to stir beside her. His own command of the Force enabled him to escape the furniture pinning him, though not without a groan of pain from the effort. Seeing her friend safe and sensing that she couldn't hold off her opponent for much longer, the former Consular pleaded, "I understand why you're angry at me. I was angry at myself for a long time…"

"You understand nothing!" The chair Mical was reaching for cracked down the center as he raged, "The Council permitted you to go to war only for you to discard their values, the very values that you swore to uphold. You, who supposedly followed Revan to war to preserve the Republic and yet abandoned us in our time of need as your own friends pushed it to the brink of collapse!"

Tackling the disciple from the side, Visas managed to catch him by surprise as she drove her elbow between his ribs. He grunted and stumbled back, raising his lightsaber just in time to block a strong swing from the Miraluka who calmly informed him, "You know nothing of sacrifice. The Revanchists sacrificed everything so that the Republic would survive."

Read the whole chapter on FF.net and AO3!

[armoralor]

a post collecting all known sapphic & wlw ship names in the Star Wars fandom. pls let me know if i have missed any or if you know of another spelling/variation for one below ♡

THE OLD REPUBLIC

Artis x Meetra Surik (Jedi Exile): no ship name yet Balaya x Juhani: balayani Bastila Shan x Juhani: no ship name yet Bastila Shan x Yuthura Ban: no ship name yet Jaesa Willsaam x Lana Beniko: no ship name yet Jaesa Willsaam x Vette: no ship name yet Revan x Bastila Shan: revanshan, revanstila Revan x Juhani: revani Revan x Meetra Surik: revanmeetra Revan x Mission Vao: no ship name yet Revan x Yuthura Ban: no ship name yet Visas Marr x Miraluka: no ship name yet Visas Marr x Brianna: no ship name yet Yuthura Ban x Meetra Surik (Jedi Exile): no ship name yet

THE HIGH REPUBLIC

Ace Kallisto x Zia Zaldor Zanna: no ship name yet Affie Hollow x Nan: no ship name yet Avar Kriss x Lourna Dee: avardee, krissdee Ghirra Starros x Lina Soh: no ship name yet Keeve Trennis x Lily Tora-Asi: no ship name yet Keeve Trennis x Ty Yorrick: no ship name yet Lourna Dee x Chancey Yarrow: no ship name yet Lourna Dee x Quin the Bivall: no ship name yet Lourna Dee x Sestin Blin: no ship name yet Lula Talisola x Zeen Mrala: mralisola, lulazeen, zeenlula Matthea Cathley x Enya Keen: no ship name yet Matthea Cathley x Oliviah Zeveron: mattiah Matthea Cathley x Yana Ro: no ship name yet Sav Malagan x Kratu: no ship name yet Sav Malagan x Saya Keem: no ship name yet Sylvestri Yarrow x Jordanna Sparkburn: no ship name yet Yana Ro x Kor Plouth: no ship name yet Yana Ro x Shea Ganandra: no ship name yet

THE ACOLYTE

Osha Aniseya x Jecki Lon: oshecki, oshajecki, meknek, josha, lonseya Mae Aniseya x Jecki Lon: maecki, maelon Mae Aniseya x Master Indara: maedara Mother Aniseya x Master Indara: no ship name yet Mother Aniseya x Mother Koril: koriseya, mothership Mother Aniseya x Mother Koril x Master Indara: no ship name yet

CHISS ASCENDANCY

Ar'alani x Borika: no ship name yet Ar'alani x Karyn Faro: no ship name yet Ar'alani x Wutroow: wutrolani

FALL OF THE JEDI / RISE OF THE EMPIRE

Adi Gallia x Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Adi Gallia x Depa Billaba: no ship name yet Adi Gallia x Luminara Unduli: no ship name yet Adi Gallia x Shmi Skywalker: no ship name yet Adi Gallia x Stass Allie: no ship name yet Ahsoka Tano x Barriss Offee: barrissoka, barrisoka, bahsoka, ahriss Ahsoka Tano x Barriss Offee x Riyo Chuchi: riyobarrissoka Ahsoka Tano x Riyo Chuchi: riyosoka, chuchitano Ahsoka Tano x Steela Gerrera: steelahsoka, ahsteela Ahsoka Tano x Trace Martez: tracesoka Asajj Ventress x Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Adi Gallia: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Aura Sing: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Depa Billaba: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Latts Razzi: ventrazzi Asajj Ventress x Luminara Unduli: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Mon Mothma: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Satine Kryze: vestine, kryzetress  Asajj Ventress x Sugi: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Stass Allie: no ship name yet Aura Sing x Sugi: no ship name yet Bant Eerin x Luminara Unduli: no ship name yet Bant Eerin x Tahl: no ship name yet Bo-Katan Kryze x Eirtaé : no ship name yet Bo-Katan Kryze x Padmé Amidala: padkatan, bodala Bo-Katan Kryze x Rabé : no ship name yet Bo-Katan Kryze x Sabé : no ship name yet Bo-Katan Kryze x Saché : no ship name yet Bo-Katan Kryze x Yané : no ship name yet Breha Organa x Bo-Katan Kryze: no ship name yet Breha Organa x Mon Mothma: senatorqueen, bremon, monha, brehamon Breha Organa x Padmé Amidala: brehadala, brehapadmé, brehapadme Breha Organa x Mon Mothma x Padmé Amidala: no ship name yet Breha Organa x Satine Kryze: no ship name yet Breha Organa x Ursa Wren: no ship name yet Depa Billaba x Luminara Unduli: no ship name yet Depa Billaba x Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Depa Billaba x Stass Allie: no ship name yet Depa Billaba x Siri Tachi: no ship name yet Padmé Amidala x Aayla Secura: padmaayla, paayla Padmé Amidala x Beru Whitesun: sunqueen, berudala Padmé Amidala x Cordé: no ship name yet Padmé Amidala x Dormé: dormidala Padmé Amidala x Eirtaé: no ship name yet Padmé Amidala x Mon Mothma: mondala, padma Padmé Amidala x Rabé no ship name yet Padmé Amidala x Sabé: sabédala, sabedala Padmé Amidala x Sabé x Cordé: sabecordedala, sabécordédala Padmé Amidala x Sabé x Dormé: dormépadmésabé, dormepadmesabe Padmé Amidala x Sabé x Dormé x Cordé : no ship name yet Padmé Amidala x Sabé x Rabé x Eirtaé x Saché x Yané: no ship name yet Padmé Amidala x Satine Kryze: padtine, satidala, satdala Padmé Amidala x Riyo Chuchi: riyodala Queen Jamillia x Rabé: no ship name yet Saché x Yané: yaché, yache, sané, sane Satine Kryze x Arla Fett: sarla, arline Satine Kryze x Siri Tachi: siritine, satinesiri Satine Kryze x Tahl: no ship name yet Siri Tachi x Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Siri Tachi x Aayla Secura x Luminara Unduli: no ship name yet Siri Tachi x Bant Eerin: no ship name yet Siri Tachi x Darra Thel-Tanis: no ship name yet Shaak Ti x  Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Shaak Ti x Depa Billaba: lumidepa Shaak Ti x Luminara Unduli: lumiti Shaak Ti x Luminara Unduli x Depa Billaba: lumidepati Shaak Ti x Luminara Unduli x Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Shaak Ti x Stass Allie: strassti, allieti Shmi Skywalker x Tahl: shmitahl, tahlwalker Cordé x Sabé: sabecorde, sabecordé

REIGN OF THE EMPIRE / AGE OF REBELLION

Asajj Ventress x Ahsoka Tano: ventressoka Asajj Ventress x Ahsoka Tano x Barriss Offee: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Barriss Offee: no ship name yet Asajj Ventress x Fennec Shand: vennec Asajj Ventress x Barriss Offee: no ship name yet Ahsoka Tano x Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Ahsoka Tano x Kaeden Larte: kaesoka Ahsoka Tano x Kaeden Larte x Barriss Offee: no ship name yet Ahsoka Tano x Jyn Erso: nitejyn, jynsoka Ahsoka Tano x Enfys Nest: tanonest, sokanest Ahsoka Tano x  Trilla Suduri: trillasoka Barriss Offee x Rook Kast: kastoffee Bix Caleen x Dedra Meero: no ship name yet Bix Caleen x Jyn Erso: no ship name yet Bo-Katan Kryze x Ursa Wren: ursabo Bo-Katan Kryze x Rook Kast: nitekast, kastkatan, rookatan, borook Chelli Lona Aphra x Aiolin Astarte: no ship name yet Chelli Lona Aphra x Hera Syndulla: doctorpilot, aphradulla Chelli Lona Aphra x Magna Tolvan: aphratolvan Chelli Lona Aphra x Sana Starros: aphrastarros, chellisana, sanaphra Chelli Lona Aphra x Sana Starros x Magna Tolvan : no ship name yet Cinta Kaz x Vel Sartha: velcinta, cintavel, vinta Cinta Kaz x Bix Caleen: kazleen, bixcinta Cinta Kaz x Vel Sartha x Kleya Marki: no ship name yet Cinta Kaz x Vel Sartha x Mon Mothma: no ship name yet Elia Kane x Dedra Meero: no ship name yet Elia Kane x Karyn Faro: no ship name yet Elia Kane x Rae Sloane: no ship name yet Enfys Nest x Ahsoka Tano : no ship name yet Enfys Nest x Fennec Shand : no ship name yet Enfys Nest x Leia Organa : no ship name yet Kleya Marki x Cinta Kaz:  no ship name yet Kleya Marki x Mon Mothma: no ship name yet Kleya Marki x Vel Sartha: no ship name yet Hera Syndulla x Aayla Secura: no ship name yet Hera Syndulla x Omega: heramega, havocspecter Leia Organa x Enfys Nest: no ship name yet Leia Organa x Evaan Verlaine: royalpilot, leiavaan Leia Organa x Jyn Erso: jynleia, rebelprincess Leia Organa x Ooola: ooleia Leia Organa x Sabine Wren: sableia, leiabine, sabiniea, sabiea Leia Organa x Rae Sloane: no ship name yet Leia Organa x Sana Starros: sanaleia, sanleia Leia Organa x Sosha Soruna: no ship name yet Mara Jade x Jyn Erso: monjyn, jnymon Mara Jade x Oola: marala, oolajade Mara Jade x Sabine Wren: no ship name Mon Mothma x Dedra Meero: no ship name Mon Mothma x Kleya Marki: senatorspy, mothmarki, monmarki Mon Mothma x Jyn Erso: no ship name yet Mon Mothma x Tynnra Pamlo: no ship name yet Numa x Omega: numega Numa x Hera Syndulla: numadulla, numahera Oola x Lyn Me: no ship name yet Oola x Rystáll Sant: no ship name yet Oola x Camie Marstrap: no ship name yet Phee Genoa x Fennec Shand: pheenec Qi'ra x Ahsoka Tano : no ship name yet Qi'ra x Amilyn Holdo : no ship name yet Qi'ra x Enfys Nest : no ship name yet Qi're x Jyn Erso : no ship name yet Qi'ra x Leia Organa : no ship name yet Qi'ra x Rey : no ship name yet Qi'ra x Sana Starros : no ship name yet Reva Sevander x Ahsoka Tano: revsoka Reva Sevander x Tala Durith: talarev, revtala Reva Sevander x Qi’ra: revira Riyo Chuchi x Tynnra Pamlo: no ship name yet Trilla Suduri x Reva Sevander: revilla, trilleva Trilla Suduri x Nightsister Merrin: merilla, nightinquisitor Sabine Wren x Amilyn Holdo: no name yet Sabine Wren x Jyn Erso: jynbine Sabine Wren x Ketsu Onyo: ketbine, sabetsu, sabinetsu Shara Bey x Evaan Verlaine: no ship name yet Shara Bey x Jyn Erso: no ship name yet Shara Bey x Leia Organa: no ship name yet Yrica Quell x Chass na Chadic: yrichass

THE NEW REPUBLIC

Ahsoka Tano x the Armorer: armorsoka, jediarmor Ahsoka Tano x Hera Syndulla: herasoka, lightpilot, pilotlight, herahsoka Ahsoka Tano x Morgan Elsbeth: morgansoka, morganahsoka, magistratejedi Ahsoka Tano x Sabine Wren: sabsoka, ahsokabine, tanowren, sokabine Bo-Katan Kryze x Ahsoka Tano: bosoka, jedinite, ahsokatan Bo-Katan Kryze x the Armorer: nitearmor, armorkatan, niteforge, boarmorer, barmorer, armoryze Bo-Katan Kryze x the Armorer x Ahsoka Tano: jedinitearmor Bo-Katan Kryze x Fennec Shand: bofennec, fenkatan Bo-Katan Kryze x Koska Reeves: koskatan, boreeves, bokoska Bo-Katan Kryze x Sabine Wren: bobine Elia Kane x Koska Reeves: no ship name yet Elia Kane x Shin Hati: no ship name yet Fennec Shand x the Armorer: sniperforge Fennec Shand x Drash: no ship name yet Fennec Shand x Garsa Fwip: fenfwip, garsannec, fwinnec, snipersanctuary, fennsa Fennec Shand x Leia Organa: sniperprincess, fenleia Fennec Shand x Koska Reeves: no ship name yet Fennec Shand x Mon Mothma: no ship name yet Hera Syndulla x Leia Organa: pilotprincess, leiahera, heraleia Hera Syndulla x Mon Mothma: mothra, mondulla, divorcebians, heron Shin Hati x Ahsoka Tano: tanoti, shinsoka, lightwolf, lightsin Shin Hati x Ahsoka Tano x Sabine Wren: shinbinesoka, shinsokabine, shinanigans, wolfbirds, chimera Shin Hati x Leia Organa: sheia Shin Hati x Sabine Wren: wolfwren, wrenwolf, shabine, shinbine Shin Hati x Sabine Wren x Ketsu Onyo: ketshinbine, ketbineshin Shin Hati x Mara Jade: no ship name yet Shin Hati x Marrok: shinrrok, shinrok, knightwolf, wolfknight, shinmarrok

RISE OF THE FIRST ORDER / NEW JEDI ORDER

Captain Phasma x Bazine Netal: phazine Captain Phasma x Nastia Unamo: captainunamo, phasamo Captain Phasma x Rey: reysma Larma D'Acy x Wrobie Tyce: no ship name yet Leia Organa x Amilyn Holdo: amileia Leia Organa x Mara Jade: leiamara, maraleia Jessika Pava x Karé Kun: jessikare, jessikaré Jessika Pava x Paige Tico: no ship name yet Jessika Pava x Pammich Nerro Goode: no ship name yet Jessika Pava x Peet Deretalia: no ship name yet Jessika Pava x Suralinda Javos: no ship name yet Jessika Pava x Rey: reyva, bluerey, jessikarey, jeditestor, jessrey Jessika Pava x Rose Tico: no ship name yet Rey x Kaydel Ko Connix: no ship name yet Rey x Rose Tico: reyrose Rey x Tallie Lintra: no ship name yet Rey x Zorii Bliss: reybliss Rose Tico x Kaydel Ko Connix: no ship name yet Rose Tico x Jannah: rosannah, jannahrose Zorii Bliss x Bazine Netal: no ship name yet Zorii Bliss x Jannah: no ship name yet

TIME TRAVEL AUs

Ahsoka Tano x Juhani: no ship name yet Darth Talon x Darth Maladi: no ship name yet

[renegade-skywalker]

about me ~ my writing

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Interview with the Vampire/Vampire Chronicles

In Her, I Had Eternity (Claudia/Madeleine, one shot, POV Madeleine)(AO3)

BG3/Gale x Tav fics (AO3 links)

Home is Wherever I'm With You

Another Night With You

Let Me Count the Ways

Experiments in Idle Pleasures

Forgive Me

Submission and Surrender

Sweetness of a Waking Dream

Heat of a Stolen Moment

A Soft Proposal

One of Many Mornings

Tav/OC Meta

Merit Meadowlark 1/2/3/4/5

Lyric/Durge 1/2

Kotor 2 / Atton x Exile fics (AO3 links)

On Call

A Fool's Wager

The Scoundrel and the Jedi

Best Left Unsaid

The Calm Before the Storm

Before You Go (Prompt: "I fucked up")

"You'd hate it here,"

"There are those who wage war, and those who follow them."

"Figured I'd find you here,"

"“It's like you've got this glow, but only when I see you out of the corner of my eye.”

Other Kotor 2 Fics

Out of the Abyss (my ~400k+ word still-ongoing magnum opus lol) (AO3)

A Curious Thing (this is Mira/Brianna but Atton/M!Exile is still implied; completed) (AO3)

Ghost in the Machine (rebuilding HK-47, Revan reveal) (AO3)

Dragon Age fics (older ones are on AO3, c. 2014)

What You Take With You (DA2, multi-chapter, in progress, Carver/Merrill)

The Rains of Highever (DA:O one shot, vengeful Cousland, POV Morrigan)

The Splendor of Lost Hearts (DA:I multi-chapter, completed. Blackwall character study)

more under the cut!

SW fics/meta/prompts (older, pre-2018) (AO3 links)

Warm (Finn/Rey)

Midnight Flight (Finn/Rey)(link is to the final chapter on tumblr but the post includes an entire fic directory and the AO3 link(s))

Fatal Flaw (Bodhi Rook/Galen Erso character study)

Like My Mother Before Me (Luke and Padme character study)

A Heavy Inheritance (Leia and Padme character study)

What I Meant to Tell You (Finn/Rey)

Free (Finn character study)

Random Kotor/SW meta posts

"Well he definitely gets that from me," (my most popular post for some reason...)

thoughts on kotor 2/TLJ/Atris and the Jedi

I'm a Mira/Brianna truther at heart

Vader recognizing Padme and himself in Leia

Luke Skywalker feels

Revan vs the Jedi Exile and the kotor-era Jedi Order

Kreia thoughts

Mical/The Disciple Appreciation Post

More Mical love

How Atton factors into Kreia's end game plan

Why Finn and Rey should have been co-leads in the sequel trilogy

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[coruscantexpat]

Bonds Unbroken - Interlude II: Exile

The Jedi Temple

Coruscant

3960 BBY — 3 months after the end of the battle of Malachor V

Even among the glittering skyscrapers and highrises of the Queen of the Core, the Jedi Temple shone brightly. Meetra gazed out the window of the shuttle, drinking in the graceful lines and sharp planes as they led up to the three central spires jutting into the sky. It wasn’t home — that would always be Dantooine — but it was a haven, a welcome respite for any roaming Jedi. Which only added to her mounting dread.

The shuttle circled the western tower as its astromech pilot waited for clearance to land. Beneath her, Meetra could see people streaming in and out of the Temple, too far away to tell if they were Knight, padawan, or Master. Hesitantly, she reached out, stretching her mind down toward theirs… and felt nothing. Not even a void, as though they were blocking her through the Force — just an absence where there should be none. Tears burned at the edges of her eyes, but she blinked them away as the shuttle began its descent. She’d be damned if she let the High Council see her cry.

Part of her was grateful they had given permission to land on the tower’s dock instead of forcing her to walk through the front doors. Another part of her knew the Council had allowed it to keep the proceedings secret. The droid pilot they’d sent to transport her supported that theory. God forbid anyone else beat witness to the shell of a Jedi.

Meetra stood as soon as the shuttle’s struts touched down on the landing pad. The mid-morning light reflected off the tower and into her face as the loading ramp folded down, forcing her to squint at the tarmac. One hand strayed to the lightsaber hilt dangling at her waist, but she caught herself and pulled it back. A sign of weakness would do no good in front of the Council — while they were unlikely to use it against her, neither would it win her any sympathy. She stepped down onto the tarmac, and the smell of the city hit her: the temple’s incense mixed with street food from the alleys and the faint fog of speeder emissions.

Above her, the astromech pilot tweeted from his place atop the shuttle, and Meetra turned to scowl up at him. “Where am I gonna go?” He chattered back, pitch noticeably higher, and then swiveled around before she could respond. Meetra rolled her eyes and turned away, her heart rising in her throat as she closed the distance to the pad’s entrance. The door slid open soundlessly, cool air rushing out to ruffle her hair. She breathed a shaky sigh and hesitated, the liminal space yawning like a chasm in front of her, before stepping through.

The door closed behind her, trapping her in a long corridor of suffocating silence. The walls towered over her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Meetra drifted down the hall, the slick floor like molasses beneath her boots. The door to the Council chamber loomed at the end of the corridor. The high ornate panels caught the light filtering in from the windows and filled the far end of the hall with dancing color. She passed through, her robes smattered with the flickering hues, as the doors open slid open.

The High Council chamber was the same as it had been for centuries: a spacious room with a high ceiling and circular in shape. A thin triangular pillar, half again as tall as Meetra, rose from the very center of the floor, twelve high-backed chairs arranged in a circle around it. Only five of the chairs were occupied — it had been several years since the Order had a full Council — and Meetra recognized every face. Vrook Lamar occupied the seat at her far left, his lined face etched in a permanent scowl; in all her twenty-nine years, he’d never looked at her with another expression. Zez-Kai Ell sat beside Vrook, his impressive mustache concealing much of his face, but the unease was clear in his eyes. In the middle, Kavar, and Meetra quickly shifted her gaze, unable to bear the disappointment on her former Master’s face. Next was Lonna Vash, by far the most impassive — she and Meetra had met on only a handful of occasions — and at the end, radiating barely suppressed fury, sat Atris, pale blue eyes bright and piercing.

Meetra stepped through the circle, head bowed, and came to a stop at the pillar. The five seated Jedi opposite her watched, silent. When the tension was almost unbearable, Zez-Kai Ell was the first to break it. “I confess, Surik, most of us did not expect you to return.” Vrook and Lonna glanced at Kavar, revealing which among them still had some small amount of faith in her.

“The Council summoned me; I came as soon as I was able.” Even to her ears, Meetra’s voice was flat. Like everything else since she’d lost the Force, the life had gone out of it. Since awakening aboard the Amberfall two weeks earlier, her senses were dulled: colors were more muted, sounds and scents less intense.

Her answer prompted an audible scoff from Atris, but the other Masters paid her no mind. Annoyed by their lack of a reaction, she sat back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. “I am most surprised you did not follow your new master. Or did she leave you behind now you have served your usefulness?”

“Atris.” Kavar’s voice was soft, but commanding. He was the next youngest on the Council, but still some years Atris’ senior, and she deferred to him, though her scowl made it clear she would’ve like to continue her taunts. Her words were not without effect, either; the idea that Revan and Malak had purposefully left her to face the Council alone was not lost on Meetra. It was one of the few things that broke through the perpetual numb fog she’d been in since waking up.

“Meetra.” She glanced up, finding Kavar’s deep blue, almost violet eyes. “Why have you really returned?”

The quiet sorrow in his voice threatened to shatter her composure, and Meetra returned her gaze to the floor. “I came to accept the Council’s punishment.”

“For defying us?” Lonna leaned forward, but there was no judgement; as far as she was concerned, it was merely the reality of past events. “For following Revan and Malak to war?”

“No.” A flicker of heat accompanied the defiance in Meetra’s voice, and she lifted her gaze to meet Lonna’s without waver. “Not for that.”

Atris’ scowl deepened, her fingers clenched in the fabric of her sleeves. “Of course not.” Kavar glared sharply at her, and she settled back again, lips pressed together in a thin line.

Meetra ignored the barb, determined not to give her former friend the satisfaction. “I do not regret leaving to defend the people of the Outer Rim.” She faltered, gaze dropping again. “But I have made mistakes along the way.”

“That’s a word for it.” Vrook’s disapproval was almost palpable, and, unlike Atris, Kavar made no effort to check the old Jedi’s venom. ‘Do you know the effect you’ve had on those who remained, of the seeds of insubordination you’ve sown among the younger generation?” Disgust mingled with his anger now. “Your actions have tainted the Order’s reputation throughout the galaxy; we have no way to know when the people will completely trust us again. All because the three of you decided your justice was superior to our decision.”

“And I will not apologize for that.” Meetra stood straight now, shoulders squared and gaze steady. The anger, the outrage at Vrook’s words sustained her, gave her strength she hadn’t felt since she awoke. “Those people needed us — all of us. But you hid behind excuses, and if we hadn’t acted, the Mandalorians would have killed thousands more!” Her voice echoed off the walls, and she abruptly realized how loud she’d become.

Vrook’s face was thunderous; Atris, likewise, looked apoplectic, her cheeks and neck reddening with restrained anger. Kavar no longer looked at Meetra, his gaze fixed on the floor at his feet. After a long moment, Zez-Kai took control again. “Regardless of your motivations, the incident at Malachor V cannot be ignored. Some would argue it cannot be forgiven.” Atris’ head jerked up at this, haughtiness returning with the assumption her fellow Masters agreed with her. “Even now, I feel you do not fully understand the ramifications of your actions… and I fear you never will if you remain a Jedi.”

“We have reached a consensus.” Lonna settled back and folded her hands primly in her lap. “Meetra Surik: the High Council declares you an Exile, stripped of your rank and standing. You are forbidden from entering or seeking aid at any temple or academy, or from any individual within the Order.” She paused, and the barest glimmer of emotion crossed her face. “As you are no longer part of the Order, we require your lightsaber.”

The numb fog settled once again, and Meetra unhooked her lightsaber with mechanical practice. Unfair. The word cycled through her head on a continuous loop. The whole thing was unfair. She had defied the Council to save people, not to seek fame and glory. Sixteen years of her life, freely given to the people of the Outer Rim, and this was how the Order thanked her? Wasn’t it they who preached that a Jedi’s life was sacrifice, that their purpose was to serve and defend?

And then there were Revan and Malak, her friends, her comrades and family. She’d followed them willingly, pledged her service to their cause — shouldn’t they be standing here with her, facing the same punishment? Instead, they and the rest of the surviving Revanchrist had vanished, leaving behind a shattered planet and a broken Jedi. Had her friendship truly meant so little?

She had never been one for self-pity, and it quickly bloomed to anger, red heat cutting through the curtain of numbness. If the Council wanted to see her as defiant, she would give it to them. Meetra thumbed her lightsaber’s controls, the forward blade crackling to life. She had a moment to register the change on the Council’s faces — Atris’ triumph giving way to alarm, Kavar’s disappointment deepening, the rest dropping their disapproving masks to reveal shock — before she plunged the weapon to the hilt in the central pillar. It hung there, the blade’s hum still faintly audible within the stone, and Meetra gave it a last look before turning on her heel and striding from the chamber. None of them tried to stop her, not even Atris; she didn’t know if she wanted them to or not. The fog was rolling back in, and she wanted to be as far away from the Republic as possible before it settled completely.

Silence reigned in the chamber in the wake of Meetra’s departure. Vrook, Zez-Kai, and Lonna traded uneasy looks while Atris’ was laser-focused on the protruding lightsaber hilt and Kavar’s gaze remained on the floor. Lonna laid a cautious hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Kavar. I know she wasn’t officially your padawan, but this cannot be easy.” He reached up to cover her hand with his, but didn’t meet her eyes. She squeezed gently. “I did not realize she would feel so… empty. I suppose the rumors are true.”

“They are not rumors.” Kavar’s voice was soft, misery weighing down his words. “I visited her on the Amberfall, before she awoke… It was like looking at a corpse. She breathed, her heart beat, but I could not… cannot feel her in the Force.” He closed his eyes, looking suddenly older. “She is like a stone in the stream now, and my heart breaks for her.”

“I do not understand this sentimentality.” Atris rose from her chair and crossed to the pillar. She pulled Meetra’s lightsaber free and held it out at arm’s length, glaring down at the cyan blade before she switched it off. “Everything she did flew in the face of our tenets and traditions, with no regard for our concerns. We have lost nothing of value.” Kavar stiffened, and Lonna turned an admonishing eye on Atris, but she ignored it. “She was not strong enough to follow our teachings, and neither was she strong enough to follow Revan.” Atris shook her head. “We should not have let her leave. Her influence could spread; before long we may hear that she has rejoined Revan. Or worse, become a martyr to her cause.”

“She was your friend, Atris,” Zez-Kai pointed out. “They all were.”

“I do not count traitors and fallen Jedi among my friends, Master Ell.”

“She has not fallen.” The other four turned to Vrook in surprise. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s the truth — she has lost the Force, but I do not sense the taint of the Dark Side on her. Some of us share your feelings toward Revan, Atris, but Surik isn’t her.”

“She is her dog.” The snide remark echoed around the chamber. Even Atris flinched at her own voice, but she continued. “She followed Revan’s every command. You cannot be sure her decisions were not influenced by the Dark Side.”

“Her actions were influenced by Revan, that I will grant you.” Lonna withdrew her hand from Kavar’s shoulder and sat back, suddenly introspective. “The question is where did Revan’s influence come from?” She glanced across at Zez-Kai. “Part of me fears our teachings hold some of the blame.”

Atris scoffed, but Kavar echoed Lonna’s words with a slow nod. “We should have told her.”

“We already have Revan to deal with, wherever she is. If we’d told her the truth, there’s a chance we’d only make another enemy for ourselves.” Vrook’s voice softened. “We’ve seen some of her fate, Kavar, as much as the Force will allow. She will survive.”

“Which is more than she deserves,” Atris interjected. The others ignored her.

“One day, we may be able to explain it to her and help her find a way to heal.” Zez-Kai shrugged, out of ignorance rather than malice. “Right now, she is not in a place to understand.” Kavar nodded, though it was clear the knowledge was no comfort. “Whatever comes, we must accept the Force’s will.” The others, even Atris, murmured in agreement, and Kavar lowered his face into his hands.

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[babineni]

For Illa: Either sensory prompt #24, or #56?

Thank you so much :) I couldn’t choose so I ended up mixing the two. I hope it turned out okay.

#24: Dust floating in golden sunlight

#56 Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging

Illa always thought that there was something timeless about Coruscant. The capital of the Republic was constantly buzzing with life: power and intrigue could be felt in the air, the lights and motions of the planet showed an illusion of glory compelling enough to make one forget the misery plaguing the rest of the galaxy. It seemed that not even the Jedi’s departure could affect such a vibrant place.

The Exile stood at the entrance of the Jedi Temple with her students by her side. The silence coming from the building created a strong contrast against the sounds of the city around it. The place seemed more like a tomb than the place of learning it once was.

“Wow. And I thought the Sith were megalomaniacs,” Mira commented looking at the Temple’s massive pillars. “Are you sure it will be big enough for us? I mean… the ceiling seems a bit low.”

“What is that supposed to mean? It obviously has a lot more room than we need,” Brianna’s answer was met with barely contained snickering from the rest of the group.

Mical seemed to be the only one who was not completely awe struck by the building. “I wonder if I still remember where everything was. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here,” he said entering the Temple as if he just arrived home.

“A long time indeed,” Illa muttered under her breath as she followed him.

The echo of the Exile’s footsteps were almost deafening in the stillness of the halls. Sunlight broke through the windows but they illuminated nothing but dust. Illa’s mind drifted to they she was exiled as she watched the tiny particles dancing in the air. The trial was relatively early in the day and aside from the Masters no one knew it was happening. When she left the Council’s chamber, Illa couldn’t even avoid the rest of the Jedi scurrying around – who did not treat her any differently than before. Only a handful of knights knew her and some of them even said hello when they glimpsed her. Others were too busy to notice her and the few who did only saw the Exile as a Jedi from a different temple. Illa, however, already felt like an outsider and as she aimlessly wandered the corridors again after so many years, she realized that the feeling never faded.

The Exile eventually ended up at the Jedi Council’s chamber. Her gaze immediately fell on the stone in the center of the room and she instinctively started searching for a familiar scorch mark. When she couldn’t find anything Illa stepped closer to the stone and wiped off a thin layer of dust, revealing a small black spot on the grey surface. Illa wondered if this is how the Masters saw her on the day of her sentencing – a barely noticeable wound that was somehow still able to be disruptive. Suddenly, every fiber of Illa’s being wanted to leave: she had no place there. However, before she could move, she felt hands on her waist slowly sliding to her front, enveloping her in a gentle embrace.

“There you are,” the Exile felt Atton’s breath on her ear. “Are you alright?”

Illa spent a moment just enjoying the feeling of the pilot’s arms around her before she pulled away and turned to face him.

“No. I know, I should be glad to be here again but… I don’t know,” she shook her head, “all of this just feels wrong. I feel like I’m trespassing.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Atton looked around in the chamber then he choose a seat and sat down. He spent some time trying to find a comfortable position with no success. “No,” he said oddly cheerily, “I don’t think I’m cut out for this,” he stood up and joined Illa again, “and neither are you as far as I can tell.”

“It’s not that, I think,” the Exile sighed, “I just… I dreamed about coming back here as a Jedi. Which I’m not.”

“You could be. There is no Council to say otherwise,” the scoundrel joked somewhat bitterly and he did put a slightly disapproving smile on Illa’s face.

“You know, they were right about some things…”

“About the whole wound in the Force thing?”

The Exile nodded. “I don’t know if I could stay here… being what I am.”

Atton gave her a look that made Illa’s heart sink. There was sympathy in his gaze but sadness as well, almost as if Illa’s words were all too familiar to him.

Well, if you want to stay, no one’s gonna chase you away, trust me,” the pilot stepped closer to the Exile. “But lucky for you, you have other options too,” he reached for Illa’s hips and pulled her close. “You have a ship,” he leaned in and kissed her on her cheek, “ you have a pilot to fly it for you,” he placed another shallow kiss on her lips, “the Republic is in your debt… we can go anywhere.”

Illa slipped her arms around Atton’s neck as he kissed her again, deeper this time. The touch of his lips, the taste of his tongue, the warmth of his body against hers – all that felt more natural and comforting than anything else since she arrived on the planet. The Exile even forgot to doubt herself for a moment. She knew the pilot loved her for the both of them and she loved him just as much in return. Even after they stopped, Illa couldn’t pull away. She spent a few moments to catch her breath in Atton’s embrace, and to be rejuvenated by his acceptance.

“This sounds very tempting… I’ll give it some thought,” the Exile said as she stepped away.

“Fair enough,” Atton answered with a soft chuckle and offered his hand. Illa took it and looked back at the central stone as she was lead away. She smiled at thought of one day being completely unaffected by the sight.

[thejediexile]

got tagged by @symbiotic-paradox

im supposed to tag 9 ppl but itll be like 3 im sure actually rip

Top 3 ships:

mikayuu

simonnia

the combo of a white haired badass lady and her bf and neither know they are dating (jedi exile x brianna from kotor 2, moka and tsukune, mitsuru x akihiko counts too, etc)

 Last song: The criminally underrated width of a circle by David Bowie

Last movie: Duck You Sucker....I think (its a really good western about friendship and revolution)

What food am I craving: an unholy amount of sweet tea

tags:

@mejomonster, @mrgaylordsranch, @thirdtimecharmed

[nukbody]

KOTOR definitely got me hooked upon Star Wars franchise more than any movie

[hnnny]

When you decide to do ship repairs while everyone is away and your party roasts you, but they were actually kind of right...

[arcann]

For the ships thing: KotOR series

Thanks Leilukin!

Otp: Canderous x Revan, Atton x Exile, Visas x Brianna

Favorite canon pairing: Juhani x Revan

Worst pairing ever: imposwtor heterevan x Bastila, she didnt deserve to be done so dirty,

Guilty pleasure pairing: Juhani x Bastila, HK x Revan

A pairing you want to see more: Exile x Bao Dur

That pairing everyone likes but youre like "lol no": Carth x Revan, Exile x Revan

Favorite non-romantic pairing: Kreia and Exile, HK and Revan, Revan and Bastila, T3 and Exile

[lesbiannova]

Visas x Brianna?

My opinion on the Visas x Brianna ship? Even though it doesn’t happen in my own canon KotOR verse, since Visas is romantically involved with my Exile while Brianna is with Mira, I very much support exploring the possibilities of Visas x Brianna in fanfics, because I always dislike how KotOR 2 pit thm against each other, or at least how the game makes Brianna incredibly hostile to Visas since their rivalry is mostly one-sided on Brianna’s part.

It’s understandable that Brianna doesn’t trust Visas initially because Visas was a Sith apprentice, but it would be better if we could see Brianna get to understand Visas over time, especially if the Exile chooses to befriend both.

[flurrin]

I like giving options when offering prompts, so Exile X Atton DT with the Kolto, you know why, or Revan & Carth JP?

D - Battle wounds + T - Wake surrounded by team

I flipped the idea sjdfhdjkfg i hope you like it. also i was gonna do both but this already turned out pretty long!

“Is he okay? Is he stable?” Atton burst into the office as soon as the bald man unlatched the door, before it was even halfway open. The clinic was not the cleanest, nor was it populated with patients, happy or otherwise, but it was the closest place they could find with the necessary resources.

The Exile was entombed behind foggy glass, floating like a corpse in thick clear liquid.

Atton’s brow furrowed further. “You put him in a kolto tank?? But he was still conscious when we brought him in!”

Dhagon Ghent shrugged. “Well, he’s out now. The tank will do him some real good. Plus you made it very clear you don’t trust my hands.”

“I trust the money I put into ‘em,” Atton sniped, and Bao-dur put a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think kolto is a wise move in the General’s case,” the Zabrak cautioned. “Because of his Jedi training, he has a stronger than normal resistance to ordinary sedatives. Being awake in one of those, even under voluntary circumstances, is not pleasant.”

“Yeah, plus the last time he was dumped in a tank, he woke up in a room full of corpses, and…” Atton trailed off as he noticed the Jedi’s face. The downturned eyes were opening. “Get him out of there!” he said suddenly, turning to the doctor.

The man started to sneer, “A few minutes won’t—”

“Turn it off and get him out of there,” Bao-dur repeated, deadlier, moving to corner Dhagon against his machine.

The Exile’s head jerked up. He shuddered and coughed, doubtless feeling the liquid in his lungs—he could breathe it in, but the sensation was unpleasant–his legs kicking until he found the bottom and struggling to anchor themselves in the unyielding kolto. Blood burst out of newly reopened wounds, isolated globules, never mixing into the vat but sinking to the bottom to be filtered out.

“I, I—it’s new,” Dhagon Ghent babbled. “I don’t know how to override it yet, I can only increase the dosage.” He hurried to do so.

“It’ll take too much time,” Bao-dur muttered. “If only there was a way to calm him down.”

Panic was entering Atton’s mind, he knew. It was not his own. The rest of those aboard the Ebon Hawk–discounting the droids, they didn’t matter—could probably feel it too by now. The Exile was reaching out.

The Force Bonds, Atton thought, somewhere in the chaos of trying to control his own thoughts, to not be swept into the spiral, They go both ways.

He set his palm on the glass.

“Come on,” he murmured, watching the Exile’s face for any sign of acknowledgement. “Listen.”

The Jedi’s hands were covering his face as he shuddered.

Bao-dur looked at Atton questioningly, but he didn’t lose focus, his eyes sliding shut until it was just him and the Exile behind the glass. Slowly, even the glass melted away.

The Exile sat opposite him, still breathing hard, squinting around, not entirely here, held only by Atton’s steady will. Hey. You’re safe. Wanna play a game of pazaak?

He felt the Jedi’s training wash back over him, solidifying him in the joining of their minds. Why, yes. He would like to play.

~

He was not back on the Hawk, yet he felt his companions before he saw them, hovering over him, all staring down at his prone form. He was on his back in some sort of medical facility—Onderon, his brain registered distantly—and his eyes slid across Mira, Brianna, Visas, Bao-dur, Atton, Mandalore. Even Kreia was there, though she stood back; like Visas, she did not look at the Exile with her eyes. The fact of them all, standing there, was made almost stranger by the distinct lack of the three droids also among her crew, a very peculiar exclusion.

“What’s happening?” he asked, attempting to sit up. The pain in his side had subsided, but he suspected it was due to heavy numbing and not a complete healing, so he took it slow, especially as Bao-dur put a hand on his shoulder.

“Easy, General.”

“You had a nasty run in with a Rodian thug,” Mira explained. “At least that’s what Atton told me.”

He frowned. “A Rodian? Just one?”

“He shot at you from behind,” Atton said, “We didn’t even see it coming.”

Bao-dur’s brow lifted. “You said something about being careful.”

“Yeah, but that was just a gut feeling, not a look out that thug is going to shoot the nearest Jedi feeling, so no, I��d say I didn’t see that one coming,” he said defensively.

The Exile took in a full breath that ended with a wince and subsequent grunt. “When will I learn to listen to your gut feelings,” he said.

“Not your fault,” Atton said softly. He was kneeling at the bedside, not looking down like the others.

“But it was just you and Bao-dur with me, wasn’t it? Why are the rest of you here, was it that serious?”

The women glanced at each other, and Mandalore tilted his helmet in a way that may have indicated he was doing the same.

“We heard you,” Mira said. “From the ship. Woke me out of a dead sleep.”

“You were calling for help,” Visas whispered, “from a state of great fear.”

“All heard you, not just I,” Kreia contributed, still not coming closer, but her voice was doubled in the Exile’s mind, she had no need to raise it.

The Jedi looked at Mira, who immediately avoided his eyes, chewing her lip, her arms crossed. The rest of them looked equally perturbed. Bao-dur shifted; Visas clutched one hand to her chest. “Oh,” the Jedi said. “I’m sorry.”

Atton merely stared, his gaze unflinching, level with him.

[badsithnocookie]

Yes, the download page and Read Me file of my gay Brianna mod has also noted that the mod will make Visas romance scene trigger for female Exiles, and similar change was done by my gay Visas mod. By Visas romance scene, I meant the Visas conversation after the Rebuilt Jedi Enclave. And YES, f!Exile x Visas is an underrated ship and I'm so happy that you ship it.

see kids, this is why you should read the readmes!! (i will definitely do a playthrough with bri though, once i’ve recovered from this one)

but yeah!! f!exile/visas. i’m love. i will have to check out your visas mod too in the future too!

[coruscantexpat]

Bonds Unbroken - Chapter 20: For Auld Lang Syne

Atton tried to lean away from his assailant’s force pike, but she tilted the point up into the soft flesh beneath his chin. Her twin shifted her pale gaze to Kreia. “Let go of the weapon. I will not say it again.”

“Who are you?” The pike at Meetra’s throat pressed harder into her skin, a silent but clear warning, which she ignored. “Are you with the Exchange? Did you take our shi-”

“Do as I say, and your questions will be answered.” The woman’s voice was calm and measured, but she couldn’t hide the undercurrent of annoyance in her words. “It is not our wish to harm you.” She left the implication unspoken.

There was a soft clatter behind her and Meetra half-turned her head before the increasing pressure on her neck stopped her. The woman holding Atton hostage lowered her pike from his throat and stepped around him, returning a few moments later with Kreia’s vibrosword in one hand. She passed it off to her doppelgänger and reached for Atton’s blaster, the force pike held against his chest. He glanced sideways at Meetra, a question in his eyes, but her answer was a minute headshake. The woman tugged the pistol free of its holster, thumbed the safety, and slid it into the sash of her white tunic, then reached between Atton and Bao-Dur to pull the matching blaster from the Zabrak’s waistband. 

Satisfied, the more vocal of the two lowered her force pike from Meetra’s neck, though she kept it held ready. “Follow me.” She turned and stepped back through the hatch without a backward glance. Her twin stepped to the side, but did not follow. After a moment, Meetra nodded to Atton and the two moved forward, Bao-Dur’s weight hanging between them.

Once inside, the sudden surge of warmth raised and then banished goosebumps along Meetra’s arms and legs, an involuntary chill making its way down her back. The hatch gave way to a spacious foyer, curved walls leading to a domed ceiling held up with a single tall pillar in the middle of the space. To either side of the path directly in front of the entryway the floor fell away, revealing a sickeningly long drop into darkness. Their guide waited at the base of the pillar, flanked by three more women dressed in white with snowy hair and pale eyes, all armed with force pikes. The last of the women followed Kreia in and closed the hatch before joining her replicas. The most central of the women spoke, and Meetra was no longer sure if she was the one who had led them in. “My sisters will attend to your companions. You — ” She pointed a slender finger at Meetra “ — will follow me.”

Meetra’s grip tightened on Bao-Dur’s arm. “We’re staying together.”

“That is not possible.”

“The hell it isn’t,” Atton growled, and Meetra felt a rush of gratitude. Behind them, Kreia remained silent, her blind eyes watching the performance unfold.

The woman never glanced at Atton, but her lips thinned. “Our mistress has requested your presence alone.” In the face of Meetra’s continued defiant glare, she sighed, her posture loosening a little. “Your companions will not be harmed, as long as you cooperate. You have my word — and my mistress’ honor.”

“And that means so much from the person who ordered our kidnapping.” When she refused to react, Atton turned to Meetra, but she didn’t meet his gaze. Her eyes flicked from one woman to the next, and he could almost see the wheels turning as she considered every scenario. From the way her jaw tightened, none of the outcomes were favorable. Not entirely surprising, considering the state they were in.

“We should play along.” Kreia’s voice was soft, and if not for Atton’s sharp look, Meetra was almost sure the old woman spoke only in her head. “For now. I sense no ill intent, and there may be a chance for us to learn why the Force drew us here.” Meetra felt blind eyes on her back, the unseen gaze hot and intense between her shoulders. “Taking advantage of their knowledge is worth the risk of separation.”

Atton glanced back at Meetra, watching closely as she weighed their options. Her gaze was unfocused, distant, one corner of her lower lip caught between her teeth. Under more pleasant circumstances, he would have found it charming, alluring even. After a long moment, she looked up, meeting the center sister’s eyes. “We didn’t come here to start a fight. I’ll go with you, but my friends are hurt. I want you to guarantee they’ll be taken care of, as well as kept safe.”

The woman nodded. “You have my word. My sisters will tend to them, and I will make their safety my personal responsibility.”

“Good.” Meetra’s tone was light, but something dark and violent lurked between the words. “If anything happens to them, I’ll expect answers.” She turned to Atton, and he braced himself for any lingering anger in her eyes, but there was only an entreaty as she tilted her head toward Bao-Dur. “Take care of him.” He nodded, but she held his gaze. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

“I’ll be waiting.” The words were out of his mouth before he could pull them back, but if she heard the inappropriate earnesty in his voice, she didn’t comment on it. Two of the women came forward, and Meetra slid out from beneath Bao-Dur’s arm, allowing one to take her place. Atton did the same and retreated to Kreia’s side. The center sister gestured with her pike, both indicating a long hall leading further into the structure and that Meetra should go first. Glancing back at Atton and Kreia, she managed a weak smile and hoped it was somewhere in the vicinity of reassuring, then did as ordered, the sister falling into step behind her.

As they walked, Meetra glanced up at the high walls, her eyes tracing the way they bowed outward before curving back in to meet the ceiling. There was something familiar about it, about the way the architecture caused their footsteps to echo back on themselves until the hall was filled with the sound. The thin path stretched out across the chasm, the drop devouring their footfalls as easily as it would one of them if they got too close. The structure was clearly designed to both impress and intimidate, and as the hall opened up, Meetra realized why she’d been struck with such familiarity.

The path ended in another wide room, this one connected to the far wall by a thin, sloping catwalk. Six high-backed white chairs were spread out evenly in a semi-circle around her side of the room, all turned to face the center, and thick glass windows curved along the walls. It was all very reminiscent of the Council’s chambers in the Jedi Temple, albeit on a less grand scale, but somewhat reversed in terms of power: the chairs were clearly meant for recipients of speaker standing in their midst.

“Wait.” Her chaperone’s command stopped Meetra short at the threshold. The woman came abreast and pointed at the bag on her shoulder. Meetra hesitated, then handed it over. The sister pulled it over her arm and took a step back, gesturing to the center of the room with her pike. “Our mistress will be with you shortly.” She raised a hand as Meetra opened her mouth. “Save your questions. She will provide answers… if she so chooses.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and left the way they’d come.

Meetra stared after her, lips pressed together in a grimace, before turning to enter the room properly. She drifted over to one of the chairs and ran a hand over the smooth stone. Marble, judging from the color and feel; sleek, but chill and unyielding. The seat was carved like a bowl and a thick white cushion was placed at the bottom. She gingerly tested its give, her hand sinking deep into the fabric. An uncomfortable chill ran down her spine. The chairs were designed to put those sitting in them in a position of subservience, maybe even reverence to a speaker. A pang of unease mixed with pity ran through her at the thought. Were the sisters as captive as she was right now, in a more sinister fashion?

The heavy thud of a barrier cycling drew Meetra’s attention from the chairs, and she lifted her head to see another white-clad figure descending the thin catwalk opposite her. Another woman, bearing little similarity to the sisters. Her hair was also white, but with a faint silvery sheen; far longer than the other women’s, it was drawn into a severe bun at the back of her head with two loose strands framing either side of her face. She was taller by at least half a head, closer to Meetra’s own height. As the woman neared, the hem of her pale robes ghosting against the catwalk, and her face came into focus, Meetra’s breath caught in her throat, heart suddenly squeezed in her chest. The face was more lined, the set of her mouth harder, but the pale blue eyes were as sharp and angry as they had been a decade ago.

Meetra’s breath left her in a rush. “Atris.”

Atton watched Meetra leave until she was out of sight, simultaneously hoping she would look back and relieved she didn’t catch him staring after her. One of the unburdened sisters gave him a small push, her pike held up as a reminder, and he turned to follow the other down a small sidepath to the left of the hatch, Kreia and the women holding Bao-Dur following.

He jogged a bit to catch up with the sister in front of him. “Where did they go?” She glanced back at him, eyes narrowed. “Look, your sister told her you would keep us safe; I just want the guarantee for her.”

“Our mistress will decide her fate.” The woman’s voice was cold. “Yours, as well.”

It was his turn to narrow his eyes. “That wasn’t the deal.”

“We do not make deals with murderers.”

The air went out of the room. Atton froze, mind racing in a hundred different directions, none of them useful. They know, how can they know, if they know I’m dead — He yanked himself out of the spiral and realized the sister was watching him, an odd look almost akin to pity on her face. He forced himself to relax, to breathe evenly. She didn’t know; she couldn’t know. Still, better safe than sorry. Add 2. The totals are 12 and 10. Switch the face of the +4/-4 card… She was still looking at him. “What?”

“Do you really know who she is?”

Her emphasis on the word gave him pause. What did he really know about Meetra? She was a Jedi, or, as she claimed, had been, and she had secrets, both of which made her dangerous. His own secrets only made her more so. But she was strong and kind and funny and… Maybe just a different kind of dangerous if he was honest with himself, but one he was finding harder and harder to imagine going without. Atton glanced back at the sister. “She’s a good person. More than I can say for most people.”

To his surprise, she chuckled, the first outright emotional display he’d seen from any of the sisters, but it was mirthless. “No, you don’t.” Her smile faded, the piteous look returning. “And for that, I am sorry.”

“What does that mean?” He tried to move alongside her, but she waved him back with her pike. “What do you know?”

“I am no historian,” she snapped, irritation slipping through the cool facade. “Nor is it my place to reveal another’s past. If you want answers, you will have to seek them from her.”

“Can’t do that if she’s dead.”

“No.” Her gaze hardened. “Though if that is her fate, you will likely share it. We are here.” They came to a stop at a large door spanning the corridor. The lead sister cycled it open and gestured for the others to go on ahead.

The room was small, made more so by eight bodies filling the space. On the far side stood a row of powered-down force cages and their control console, and Atton groaned aloud at the sight. “Great, more cells. At this point, we might as well install them in the Hawk’s barracks.”

“You may continue your complaints from inside,” one of the women said pointedly. 

The other sister not supporting Bao-Dur moved to Atton’s side and reached for his sling. He swatted her hand away, the action almost unconscious, and she paused, an unreadable expression on her face. She reached out again, and this time her caught her hand and turned it away, the motion so smooth it almost didn’t look like he gave her wrist a sharp turn as he did so. “Leave it.” She gave her hand a small shake, eyes never leaving his, and he saw the flicker of uncertainty in their pale depths. He turned away and stepped into the nearest cage before she could question him.

Kreia entered the cell to his immediate left, her hand folded in the sleeves of her robe, gaze shifting from one doppelganger to the next. None of them met her eyes. The sister Atton had tried to interrogate activated his and Kreia’s force cages from the console and then gestured to her other. The four began to leave the room, taking Bao-Dur with them.

“Wait.” Atton stepped toward the cage’s barrier, leaning away as it crackled warningly. “Where are you taking him?”

“He needs medical attention.” The sister’s tone made it clear she thought her answer painfully obvious. “Likely he is only concussed, but if it is something more… We do not wish him to suffer. He will be returned when our examination and treatment are complete.”

“How long will that take?”

“Longer if you continue to delay us.” She turned away, signalling an end to the conversation. The sisters filed out without another word, and the door cycled shut, the heavy thud hanging in the air.

Atton leaned back against the rear panel of the cage with a sigh. “At least they left the heat on.” He glanced over at Kreia, who seemed enthralled with the room’s structure. “Why even lock us up? They already took our weapons.”

“We are leverage, not threats,” Kreia murmured, her tone distracted. “Our captors wish Meetra compliant.”

“Who are they?” He lifted his gaze, examining the walls with her now. “And what is this place? Some kind of doomsday bunker?”

“In a sense. It is a Jedi academy.” Atton glanced sharply at her, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Not a proper one — there are no students and these children are not padawans — but it evokes the same impression.”

“Why the hell would the Jedi build an academy in the polar region of a dead planet?”

“Academies are hidden from the rest of the galaxy, to keep young Jedi safe and ignorant of the outside world while their masters mold them. What better place can you envision?” There was nothing judgemental in Kreia’s matter-of-fact tone, which Atton found almost as chilling. “This place is different still; designed to train Jedi, but occupied by none…” She paused for a long moment, then punctuated the silence with a sudden chuckle. “Of course… How clever, Atris. I should have suspected on our approach…”

Atton eyed her warily as she continued to mutter to herself, but a different unease crept its way up his spine. He was comfortable with Meetra’s limited abilities and tolerant of Kreia’s eccentricities, but other Jedi might be harder to fool, harder to keep out. Even if Kreia seemed sure there were no others, the old woman was unfamiliar with this place, and even if she was right, who could say there weren’t more Jedi on their way there right now. He needed more information. “Who’s Atris?”

Kreia’s gaze snapped to his with a speed that was almost violent, as if she’d just remembered he was there. She narrowed her eyes, irritation thinning her lips. “None of your concern.”

He rolled his eyes to hide his alarm. “Whatever. All I care about is getting the Hawk and hitting lightspeed before any more Jedi show up.”

Immediately, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. Kreia paused, her head tilted just to the side, as if listening to something only she could hear. “You fear the Jedi.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t you?” Atton danced away from the implication in her words, careful to keep his tone light. “The last time a bunch of Jedi were in one place, they killed each other. I don’t wanna get caught in the middle of that.”

“A half-truth.” Her gaze was intense, laser-focused on his own. “This fear is deeper, more personal. What do you know of the Jedi?”

Atton’s heart hammered in his chest, loud enough that he was sure Kreia could hear it. “Less than you, I’m sure.”

“On the contrary, I believe you know much more.”

There was no warning before her consciousness slammed into his, her mind splitting his thoughts like a white-hot spike. A cry ripped itself free of Atton’s throat, and he sank, knees slamming into the cage floor. He clutched his head, as though he could ward off the probing thoughts tearing into his skull. Add 5. The totals are 11 and 13. Flip the +2/-2 card — “Get out of my head!”

“How strange.” Kreia’s voice was clinical, impassive, as if her search wasn’t rending his mind into a million jagged pieces. “I would not expect such strength from you.” She pushed deeper, drawing another ragged yell from him. “It will be less painful if you cease struggling. I will find what I seek regardless; your resistance will only cause you further hurt.”

“Stop… it…” He forced the words out through gritted teeth, body bowed forward under the weight of her assault. She tore through his barriers as quickly as he erected them, the years of practice utterly wasted in the face of her power. Pain shrank the world to a single point before him, and Atton could feel her mind burrowing into his, her thoughts jagged claws that sliced into his mind and pulled out the things he never wanted anyone else to see.

Memories flashed before him as Kreia dug them free of his defenses. A woman’s face leaning over him, a flash of momentary horror before he realized it was Meetra… The same face, bathed in the soft blue glow of hyperspace, exhausted and in pain, but smiling and so beautiful — Kreia’s amusement trickled down through their connection, and Atton wrenched away from the memory, embarrassment briefly superseding the pain. The respite only lasted a few seconds before the old woman renewed her assault, and a scream escaped his clenched jaw. Another night blackout drunk in the alleys of Nar Shaddaa. Waking up in a strange Togruta’s bed, leaving a handful of credits on her nightstand before slipping out to return to the cantina and repeat the last night all over again. It was the only thing that kept the nightmares at bay.

“Ah, and with the fear, there is guilt.” She sounded smug. This was a game for her, a challenge to be overcome. His pain, his fears — just rewards for her searching,

Atton forcibly pushed the memory away, and to his surprise, it worked, earning him a few breaths of freedom. “Why… why are you… doing this?” His vision was hazy, the world made blurry by the pain, but he could just make out the dark robes opposite him. “What… do you… want from me?”

“I dislike being at a disadvantage.” Kreia resumed her searching, and he collapsed fully to the floor with a whimper, body curling in on itself. “Her, I know. Everything she has done, all she has suffered. You, however, are much more of a mystery than I realized. What have I done to inspire such terror toward the Jedi?” The agony increased, and Atton’s vision disappeared entirely as a white-hot curtain fell over the world. “You hide your secrets well behind your feelings — behind the self-loathing and the infatuation — but I will not let you keep them.”

Atton feebly struggled against her intrusion, but Kreia brushed him aside. She plunged further into his memories, dredging up the darkest parts of them. Warm brown eyes, full of pain and fear and, most infuriating, understanding. His face was reflected in them, caught between rage and confusion. Soft bloodied lips formed words he didn’t want to remember and could not forget. A shaking hand touched his face, leaving trails of blood along his cheek. His hands closed around a slender neck. Blessedly, he lost consciousness before the memory could play out in its entirety.

When he came to, the room was silent, save for the crackle of the cages’ barriers and his ragged breathing. His lifted his head, wincing as the movement sent a fresh wave of agony through his skull, and found Kreia watching him. Her mouth twisted in a cruel smile. “Laid bare at last.”

“Don’t… please don’t tell her.” The world spun as Atton pushed himself to his knees, and he fought down the bile rising in his throat. “I’m… begging you… She can’t know, she’ll… ”

“What? Hate you?” Her lips quirked into a sneer. “Fear you?” She turned away with a chuckle. “That is not the way of the Jedi. Then again, by her own claim she is not a Jedi. Perhaps your fears are justified.”

Atton slumped against the back of his cell. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just — just don’t tell her.” He imagined Meetra’s face if she found out, her soft smile twisting in disgust, brilliant eyes darkening with anger. The urge to be sick grew stronger.

Kreia glanced over her shoulder, gaze narrow and calculating. “Calm yourself, Atton. I will conceal your past from her. In truth, it is no different from what I am doing with regards to her secrets.” She turned back to him and stepped as close as possible to the forcefield. “But make no mistake, I do not do this out of pity, or affection, or tolerance. If she learns of your transgressions, there is a chance she may turn you away. I would avoid this.”

“Why?”

“I do not know, not yet.” Her gaze turned inwards. “We found you on Peragus for a reason, even if it is not readily apparent. I refuse to waste any potential placed in our path, even as twisted as yours.” Kreia’s eyes found his again. “The price for my silence is your obedience.”

He gathered enough strength to sneer. “To you?”

“To her. The trials ahead will be difficult, and she will need more help than she knows.”

“And if I refuse?”

“You won’t.” She smirked, and Atton’s face warmed. Kreia had viewed Meetra through the lens of his memories; denying his attraction was pointless. “Even if you did, I would no longer be obligated to keep your secrets, and while Meetra may not be a Jedi, Atris most assuredly is. Were I to reveal your past, you would not leave this place alive.” She folded her hand in her robes again, suddenly introspective. “I had thought to remove you from her company once we regained the Ebon Hawk, but now I believe your absence would be more detrimental to her than your continued presence.”

A dry chuckle escaped him. “And here I thought I was only good for flying the ship.”

“There is also that.” Kreia met his eyes again. “There is something here she needs to see, something of her past she must revisit. It will put her on a dangerous path, and if even something so base as you can avert disaster, then you will stay by her side.”

“You’ve seen my memories, Highness; you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“I do not make mistakes. The Force is clear — you have a purpose that aligns with hers.” His vision was still a little blurry, but Atton thought he saw her eyes soften. “Now, I have wasted enough time and energy on you and this discussion, and it will do no one any good for her to find you like this.” Her mind ghosted across his again, and Atton flinched, but it was gentle this time, rolling over him like a thick blanket. “Sleep — I must be free of distractions.” Against his will, his eyes slid shut and he sank back against the cell wall, his last thoughts of soft blue-gray eyes and a warm smile.

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