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dirthara-dalen · 2 years ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I've never really posted a WIP before but i am quite proud of this agent/vector fic i have been working on for like a year. there will be more under the cut.

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Vilkas stood in front of his target, they were dead despite trying everything to offer them a way out. He sighed as looked over at a nearby terminal. He walked over, slicing into it to find a recording of the counts wife. He had a sneaking suspicion she was where the money was coming from. How was he to break the news to the count? All evidence pointed to him being innocent. He took out his holocommunicator quickly dialing Vector.

“Ah Vilkas, you have an update for us?”

“Yes, I found my target but as I suspected the Countess is my true target.”

“We see, come back here and we c-“ Vector suddenly cut out as if his signal was being jammed.

“Vector? Vector?!”

“He will not answer you.”

Chills shot up his spine upon hearing the voice. He slid the communicator into his pocket as he drew his pistol. Slowly he walked back out into the open area coming face to face with a man he never wanted to see again. He raised his blaster up at him as an intense rage. Tal’ien basked in his son's rage as he walked down the steps toward him. He held his arms out wide as if mockingly inviting him to hug him.

“Oh how I have searched for you and now, just my luck, I have you…” He chuckled. “Alone and all to myself.”

“What do you want, you bastard!?”

“You see, I’ve always wanted to do something.” The smirk that crept that onto his face clearly indicated he was planning something. “Something disturbing but I thought to myself, I should see what happens with the worm. What would it do if I let it live?”

“What are you going on about?!” Vilkas watched Tai’len closely. He was prepared to defend himself but would prefer not to fight. “What does it have to do wi-“

Suddenly Vilkas found he couldn’t breath as he dropped his blaster and reached up grasping at his throat. He could feel himself being lifted off of the ground as he gasped for air. It was a hand suddenly latched around his neck and began crushing it with such a force he'd never felt before. He could see his father glaring at him with a burning rage he’d never seen before.

“I've debated for so long how to kill you. I started planning, you know, the day you came out of Adria.” Tal’ien began crushing his neck even further. Vilkas let out an involuntary whimpered as blood began to drip from his nose. “She swore to me that the damn bounty hunter was no more than hired help but no, it was all a lie!”

“I-I…don’t…understand…” Vilkas gasped. He was struggling, no, he couldn't breathe.

“You are not of my blood. Isn't it obvious? You are not my son. You are nothing to me! You are a worm! A parasite! What I would give to hear you squeal.”

He was starting to feel light headed. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as his thoughts turned to Vector. He didn't want to die not like this, not with so many things left unsaid. At the same time, he could not believe what he was hearing. The man in front of him was not his father? All this time, his “father” knew the truth. Suddenly the sound of armored footsteps followed by blaster fire echoed through the hall. He was dropped as he was released from the force choke. He began coughing and gasping for air as he struggled to grab his blaster.

He could hear the armored footsteps moving toward him as he glanced up slightly to find an unfamiliar figure standing in front of him. Although he struggled to, he managed to get to his feet to find the figure was a chiss wearing Mandalorian armor. He could see that the chiss was pointing a blaster at the man he had once thought to be his father.

“Get the fuck away from him Tal’ien.” He glared at Tal’ien. “I won't let you kill him.”

“What are you doing here?!” The Sith snarled.

“Honoring Adria’s last wishes.” He stared Tal’ien down. “It didn’t surprise me when the slave that delivered the box to the Mandalorian encampment just outside Kass city said they’d been trying for years to sneak out to deliver it but found you refused to leave the city long enough to do so. It also didn't surprise me when I learned you tend to keep your slaves illiterate.”

“So what if I do? At least I have the money to own slaves.”

The chiss scoffed. “Color me surprised when I go to tell your slave who that box was for only to see my name on it. To think Adria left something in case she died. Tell me Tal’ien…how did she die? Did she truly die giving birth to your youngest son or did you kill her?”

#swtor #vilkas hyllus #swtor imperial agent #vector/agent #vilkas is my disaster child of an agent

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darktclight-a · 6 years ago

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@vimetxartem continued from here

Well. This put a damper on things.

Kass gave a small hum as she walked around her room. In a desperate call for power, she bound ghosts of the dark side to her soul. …No one told her that such power, and binding more than one ghost, would actually kill her slowly. Now she needed a cure, or she was gone by, she guessed, the end of this week or the next. She wouldn’t have cared, really, if it didn’t damage her reputation or teared Zech’s heart into pieces.

The sith sighed under her mask, the soft thuds or her boots making it known she was heading to Zech, standing near stiffly a little ways away behind him.

“…Zech. You know I do not ask for help often, but there is urgency in the most recent mission I have planned. Sit down. Let me explain.” Just like the mission, her tone was urgent, but there was cautiousness. How would she say this lightly?

Zechariah, to many people, was a heartless, cruel, dead bastard who only cared about himself, if that.

But not with Kass.

Stars above no, not with Kass. He couldn’t even pinpoint an exact moment she managed to worm her way into his dead heart, but she was there, and she had been pretty much the only person Zech gave more than half a shit about. She was strong, independent, badass, and had a similar kind of sadistic sarcastic humor that he had. Honestly, what more could he ask for in a person? He was surprised that she could love this dead man walking.

He knew the sound of her footsteps all too well, simply turning his head to look over his shoulder at her and offer his usual smug smirk.

It quickly faded with the seriousness Kass spoke with. The bounty hunter turned and, with her being the only one he’d ever listen to, sat against the table he was previously facing. “...Okay..? I’m all ears, babe, what do we have to do?”

#Zech: ??????? What. Whats gotten you so serious #Zech: hmu with the details babe what the fuck is up #[ Dead Man ; Zechariah ]#[ Once Sith ; Kass ]#[ Camaraderie ; vimetxartem ]#[ VIII ; One Big Family ]#I have no idea if i had a tag for Zech/Kass s o #[ My dead heart beats for you ; Zech/Kass ]

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plotbunny-bundle · 2 years ago

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Played a Traitor Among the Chiss

and I loved it.

Unlike Umbara I had a great time. The scenes were not too fast and were exitable for me to gather screen shots.

The game play was great. On story mode (cause I suck) it was not confusing. The NPCS were tougher but not too difficult. Some of the big bosses took me a couple of tries. But wasn’t a frustrating challenge. There were also puzzles! Which I enjoyed. I was spoiled on the story so I focused on the characters. It was fun to meet Raina again. And the animation with Theron was great. I see why people say Valss and Theron had something.

the way he looks at him.

One of my favorite things was Raina, grabbing Zenta’s gun in the after fight cut scene the she keeps it and when she sees Theron she cocks this Big ass Gun and takes Aim!

My favorite thing about this flashpoint was the interactive setting. It felt very lived in. The NPCs reacted to your presences. They run, they hide. the soldiers swarmed you from rooms over like they heard blaster fire. it was beautiful. I want these decor. Feel off for the Chiss to live on a tropic world. I thought they were from cold climates.

When I came back to the Odession base I discovered that there were a lot more Chiss NPCs hanging in the hanger and the lab. I like that. Seeing the alliance grow after events.

Also when I came back the Alliance I wandered the base and a lot of NPCs were saying nice things. It was so sweet to hear.

Republic Soldier: “Supplies are coming in daily. Brings a smile to my face.”

Sith Lord: “We grow stronger everyday. I can sense Zakuul’s fear.”

Jedi Knight: “I have chosen the correct path. I hope others will follow.”

Sith Lord: “Perhaps I’ll ask Master Lara if she wants to play Sabacc again.”

That Sith took so long to loosen up. I’m glad they’re making friends without giving up the Sithiness.

Imperial Soldier: “The air here is quite lovely. Much better then the humidity on Dromund Kass.”

Everyone hates Dromund Kass lol

Republic Soldier: “The Imps aren’t so bad once you get to know them....and aren’t shooting at you.”

Republic Soldier: “Kinda hoping this alliance isn’t just a temporary thing. We’re doing more than the Republic ever did.”

Wonderful flashpoint. I had a lot of fun tonight with it and the extra after it.

#long post #bunny plays swtor #a traitor among the chiss #swtor npcs

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depressed-sock · 4 years ago

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Kal’s Origins

Or I just wanted to write something and this happened lmao

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Dromund Kass always seemed to have some kind of chill to it even despite the humidity. Enough of one that it has Kal'en pulling his jacket tighter around himself, trying to blink away the sudden soaking rain. An action that does nothing to sway away the bone creeping chill that runs up his spine as he continues on his path towards the cantina.

If he was more superstitious he’d probably say it was the ghosts trying to warn him away from certain doom. But he’s never been one for those kinds of thoughts. Especially considering how often his family tried to force those particular types of beliefs on him.

It always seemed like that everyone and their mother wanted some kind connection to the force. Desperate for some kind of power over everyone else. He’s just glad that he was lucky enough that his particular brand of Sith blood decided he wasn’t worth the effort. Being a non-force user, of course, was dangerous but not as dangerous as being forced to go to Korriban.

He could count on one hand exactly how many of his siblings and cousins had survived their ‘training’ there. If he really put his mind to it he could also guess exactly how many would die later to some stupid feud too.

And in the end it would be him his family bemoaned. Acting as if he’s some big disgrace for showing no ability in the force. He doesn't really care what they think. Just like he doesn't care that everyone barely gives him a glance as he shakes out his jacket when he enters the cantina.

It's better to be a no one. Makes it that much easier to get things done when some idiot jacked on a power trip has his head too far up his ass.

But it also has its downsides.

Like walking into a secluded room with the Minister of Intelligence waiting for him. Clandestine meetings away from Intelligence have never spelt out anything good for him.

"Thank you for coming Cipher," the minister motions for him to take a seat and reluctantly Kal’en takes it.

"Of course, sir." Not like he had a choice. "Though I must admit I'm confused as to what this is exactly about?"

The minister leans forward against the table, his hands clasped tightly together. "I'll get straight to the point. For your next assignment you’ll be operating as a double agent but in order to do that we need you to have an,” he pauses for a moment like he’s trying to find the right word, “established presence in republic space.”

Kal’en wants to wince back, to be angry but he holds his face with a well practiced blankness. More undercover work, fantastic. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that, sir?”

“We already have a cover made up. You’ll be a smuggler working to supply the republic forces with weapons and supplies. We’ll let you decide whether or not to keep secret your 'past' affiliations with the empire or openly declare yourself a renegade. Either way when you make contact with SIS they'll need to be made aware of your betrayal to the empire."

"This is…” complete and utter bullshit? He can already take a few guesses as to why he was being pushed away from Dromund Kass. Or to be more specific, being pushed away from the sith. They never do like it when someone who's supposed to be powerless takes them down. “Well, it’s certainly not what I expected when you asked me to meet you here. And it leaves the question as to what you’re planning to do with my crew?"

"They'll have to be put on standby for the time being. We can’t risk them giving your intentions away."

He barks out a sharp laugh, "Good luck with getting Kaliyo to stand still than.”

The minister shakes his head in annoyance. Probably thinking about exactly the trouble Kaliyo would cause them. "She'll have her own missions to accomplish. And considering her lackluster connections to the empire we wouldn't mind the two of you touching base now and again to keep her in line."

"You really think she'll play nice if I give her a call once a week? I think you're overestimating her fondness for me."

"Well," the minister shrugs, his face far too serious and his eyes feeling like they're somehow peering into Kal'ens soul. "It couldn't hurt could it?"

Which just means that this man knows something Kal’en doesn’t. He’ll have to look into it later. "...Alright. Then I'm guessing I'm going to need a new ship?"

"Already done and waiting for you in a discreet hanger."

They’re trying to get rid of him as soon as possible. He can’t help the tired sigh as he wipes a hand down his face. "You realize my specialty is putting a bolt through people's skulls right? I'm not sure how well equipped I am for undercover that'll last as long as I suspect this one will."

"You'll adapt." And it's said with a finality that leaves no room for argument. "Also agent. I recommend losing the accent." He stands from his chair, briefly tugging on his uniform shirt before walking away.

That was the problem with being no one. There’s always at least one person who knows he exists. And those people always seem to have more power over him than he’d like.

And he can’t help but notice that the minister said nothing about telling his crew. Which means he's the one that's going to have to tell Kaliyo isn't he…

Fuck.

#swtor #oc Kal'en (Arc)#Star Wars The Old Republic #cipher nine smuggler au #my writng

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greyias · 5 years ago

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FIC: Smoke and Mirrors - Chapter 6

Title: Smoke and Mirrors Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: T Genre: Pre-Relationship, Slow Burn Synopsis: Something’s rotten on Carrick Station, and Theron won’t rest until he finds out what. But picking at the frayed threads of suspicion quickly unravels a conspiracy much larger than even the Republic’s top spy can handle on his own. (A mostly canon-compliant retelling of the Forged Alliances storyline, as seen through the eyes of Theron Shan.) Author’s Notes and Spoilers: See Chapter 1.

“You zigged when you should have zagged.”

“Excuse me?”

“Unless you’re wanting to take a stroll through the Tomb of Naga Sadow, you may want to backtrack a little.”

There was a snort of frustration picked up over the mic, but the dot on the fuzzy projection of Korriban halted its progress, and after a few moments, started to retrace its steps.

“I’m glad you have a map,” Highwind said, but he couldn’t tell if the slight trace of irritation in her tone was directed at him or herself. It didn’t really matter in the long run, just as long as she stayed on track.

“At least someone does.” Kira’s dark mutterings were probably meant to be under her breath, but the overtuned mic still picked them up. “With all the rubble it’s easy to get turned around here.”

“The first wave may have been a bit… overzealous,” her partner agreed.

Theron thought about pointing out that the first wave of the operation had been completely for her benefit, but bit down on his tongue before the comment formed completely. He needed to keep her focused on the task at hand, and that was easier if she didn’t get irritated with him chiding her over the comm. Half a galaxy away, it wasn’t as if he could march up to her and physically set her back in the right direction, and the incident with the slave pens had already strained Darok’s patience dangerously thin. The taller man was still stalking back and forth, and in between coordinating the rest of the teams on the ground and in the air, was flashing both Theron and his holographic map a thoroughly displeased glare.

“So, does Mapboy have any other helpful tips? Maybe a nice food stall to pick up a quick bite before we go face down the most dangerous Sith in the Galaxy?”

“Kira.” Highwind’s recrimination sounded almost like an exasperated older sibling who was tired of lecturing her younger sister, but still did it anyway out of habit.

“Mapboy?” Theron echoed. “Is that all I am?”

“You are more than a map, Theron,” Highland was quick to reassure him, almost as if she didn’t pick up his undercurrent of sarcasm.

“Yeah, you’re a voice in her ear too.”

“Kira.”

“What? I’m only getting half of this conversation, I have to amuse myself somehow.”

“Perhaps you should remain focused on the mission.”

There was a quiet series of beeps and trills barely picked up by the microphone.

“See. Teeseven agrees with me.”

“I am fairly certain he was confirming we were heading in the right direction.”

“You are,” Theron piped in, “just take a right and it should be straight ahead.”

“A… right? Are you certain?”

“Yes. Why?”

The hum of a lightsaber being activated nearly drowned out Kira’s exclamation of: “Exactly when did the K’lor’slug population explode into an infestation?”

“Thank you for the directions, Theron.” Another hiss of lightsabers sizzled over the comm. “But I’m afraid I need to cut our conversation short.”

“You’re so polite. Go take care of your bug problem.”

“There’s always time for diplomacy. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

His eyebrow arched of its own accord, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had just been on the receiving end of a very, very subtle dig. He shook his head, trying to ignore his rising curiosity about his asset and focus back on the job at hand. Once the package was secured and safely in SIS’s hands and the mission complete, his role as her handler would be done. Unless Jace decided to inelegantly smash through Dromund Kass (and Theron wasn’t sure he could put it past the Supreme Commander completely), there wasn’t going to be much need for him to make smalltalk with the heaviest hitter in the galaxy for the foreseeable future. She was a bit too… flashy for the shadows that Theron preferred to lurk in.

The apparent “horde” of K’lor’slugs seemed to not be that much of a match for the two Jedi and their little astromech, but the sounds of lightsabers crashing and blaster fire continued over his audio feed. The closer they got to the Academy, the heavier the opposition it seemed. The deep furrow in Darok’s brow seemed to ease the closer Theron’s team got to their objective, but there was a larger issue at hand. His map got even sketchier once they reached the interior of the Academy, and unless he was able to get eyes in there, the strike team would be wandering around blind.

His fingers flew across the keys, mind already processing a workaround. If that little T7 unit was as good at slicing as his file seemed to indicate, there might be an opportunity for Theron to get some eyes inside — as well as extract a little something extra for his old pals in the Analytics division to sink their teeth into. Those data nerds would just love the chance to pick apart every piece of the Academy that they could. He just needed to make a few programming adjustments to prep the communication relays for the data stream. He listened with half an ear, keeping one eye on his programming and the other on the dot representing the strike team’s progress towards the Academy.

The cacophony of the seemingly endless series of encounters faded, and the sudden silence was a bit eerie. The mic picked up the sound of footfalls echoing through what was a large cavernous room. From the position of the dot on his holomap, apparently they had finally arrived at the entrance to the Academy. Jace and the Highwind Fanclub Division of the SIS had been right about one thing — this woman seemed to be able to fight as if she was an entire army.

“Going to be a lot more close quarters combat in here.” The mic picked up Kira’s soft mutterings. “Even before those bombings this place was always a death trap.”

“It will be okay, we just have to stick together,” the older Jedi assured her. “Do you know which way we should head?”

Theron was about to pipe in about his need for an access point, when the voice on the other end of the line cut him off. “Not really. Things look different at this height.”

Theron frowned, wondering what the hell that meant, but the conversation on the other end continued, oblivious to the third party listening in.

“I’m going to guess we follow the highest concentration of Sith standing between us and something else, and just go that way.”

“Do you think they were able to evacuate the students when the bombings began?”

“I don’t know,” there was some reluctance coloring the younger Jedi’s tone, “do you really think that’s a priority?”

“If this were Tython being attacked, the Masters’ first instinct would be to try and protect the initiates and padawans. The highest concentration of Jedi would be defending the students.”

“The Sith aren’t Jedi, and Korriban isn’t Tython.” There was an undercurrent of steely fury to Kira’s tone that was a bit of a surprise to hear her taking with her partner. “It has a way of corrupting people. Nothing good ever came from this place.”

“That’s not true.” Highwind’s reply was just as firm, but instead of fury it was laced with affection.

“Name one thing.”

“You.”

“I… Master…”

The rest of their conversation was drowned out by the sudden rushing in Theron’s ears, as he suddenly put the pieces of the conversation together, and had to physically bite down on his tongue to keep from cursing aloud. Of course the Jedi Order had recruited from within Korriban’s walls, they preached about forgiveness and redemption all the damn time. If they had been a bit more open about their personnel records, perhaps the SIS could have gleaned valuable intel from the converts, instead of having to scrap pieces together from everything else.

Had Theron known that a member of the strike team had first-hand knowledge, even outdated knowledge, it would have been something he could have leveraged. He snorted an angry breath, wondering what other key pieces of intel the close mouthed Jedi were keeping under wraps.

He keyed his mic, probably a little more forcefully than necessary, and let out a long breath before speaking in the most even voice possible. “Looks like you’ve made it to the Academy.”

“We have.” There was a brief hesitation. “Is there a problem?”

“Yes,” he said, a little more terse than he cared for, “I don’t have eyes in there. You’ll be walking around blind.”

“That might be a problem. It’s rather large in here, how are we looking on time?”

Theron glanced at the chronometer and grimaced. “We’ll be cutting it close. Do you see anything that looks like a data or security terminal?”

There was the sound of shuffling, before her voice filled the line again. “Yes, I think we can make something work. Why?”

“If you lend me your astromech’s slicing skills for a few minutes, between the two of us we can probably slice into the mainframe. Piggyback the data off your comm signal and I should be able to get a layout of the whole place. Maybe a little more, depending.”

“You can do that?” She actually sounded impressed.

“You’d be be surprised what I can do with a few loose security protocols and enough free time.”

“See, I knew you were more than just a man with a map.”

He didn’t know what to make of the light teasing tone, and instead focused on his fingers flying across the keyboard, finishing the final line of programming. “To be fair, I’m just getting a new map.”

“Is that all you’ll be doing with this uplink?”

Sharp one, that Jedi. “My primary concern is getting you to the Dark Council chambers. Any extra data I find on my way there, well, that’s just a side benefit.”

“I admire your dedication to your profession.”

Now that he couldn’t tell if it was meant as a jest or not. There was only so much subtext one could determine without facial cues, especially if the other party tended to be a little deadpan in their responses.

He was making some final adjustments to the relay when a message pinged from the far end. The HUD in his left eye implant superimposed a text read out of the message, and his lip curled ever so slightly into a smirk.

Modifications to Jedi comm unit = unauthorized use of Republic equipment // Violation of Regulation C1726 + Galactic Communication Act SR.7628

Theron’s fingers flew across the board as the tapped out a quick response. T7-01 I presume. You going to tattle on me?

The response was immediate and succinct. T7 = here to help // You = help?

That’s the plan. I’ve got a fun little surprise for the Academy’s security system if you can get me a connection.

T7 = slicing access point now // Imperial security algorithm = predictable; layers deep // Sith Academy = closed network

Theron nodded absently, even though the little astromech couldn’t see. He’d expected that, but luckily his unauthorized modifications would be a temporary patch for that. With a few more keystrokes, his last minute programming was being sent half a galaxy away.

Got a code packet incoming, might make that whole place a little more accommodating for digital visitors.

Code packet = virus // T7 = unfamiliar with program // Safe for Republic network?

Code is brand new — but targets the closed system, two-way data transfer will be safe. Don’t worry, I’m not going to scramble the comm systems and leave you guys running around there blind.

Theron waited, but he didn’t see an affirmation via text whether the astromech had uploaded the spike into the access point. Not for the first time that day he wished that he was physically there. It was easier to just do things himself rather than trying to convince various personalities to follow his lead. Asking for forgiveness was generally easier than asking for permission — although he probably needed work on that whole apologizing part of that tactic. But usually his results negated much of the need for an apology.

His fingers remained poised over the keyboard, ready to send a ping on the status when a rush of data started flowing across every available port. A smirk threatened to form as the entire Sith Academy’s network was laid out before him. It was possible he was one of the first Republic agents to actually see all of this (and live long enough to tell the tale).

Good job. Thanks, T7.

Theron = talented slicer // unorthodox; talented

Thanks. I think. I should have what I need now to get you guys the rest of the way. Just need to sort through it.

Theron = need T7 here?

No, you guys should stay together. As long as I’ve got a connection to the comm we should be good.

It was easy to see why Highwind was so fond of the little astromech, willing to stay behind even in a place crawling with Sith that wouldn’t hesitate to hack him in two. Then again, this was the same droid that supposedly had helped take out the Sith Emperor with the Jedi in question. Teeseven might very well have been capable of taking them on.

Theron focused back on the task at hand. There was too much intel to completely sort through at the moment so he diverted the majority of it to a data silo that could be safely mined once completely disconnected from the Republic grid. For now he only needed the facility’s blueprints and way to access the security feeds, even if there was a part of him wanting to rub his hands together greedily at the possibilities of what he now had in hand. Whatever was locked behind the Dark Council’s doors was a far more valuable prize — but just because it wasn’t the motherlode didn’t mean valuable intel still couldn’t be gleaned from what he had just acquired.

There was only so much that the hijacked comm channel could handle though, so once he found what he was looking for, he stopped the upload so he didn’t overload his connection. No need to be greedy, they were already lightyears ahead of where they had been in terms of intel now as opposed to when the day started.

He flung the wireframe projection of the Academy’s layout on the holotable on top of the little dot representing Highwind’s strike team. It filled him with no small amount of glee as Darok’s eyes nearly doubled in size as he got his first look at the layout of the Sith stronghold. It was an unseen deviation in his plan, but as his initial shock faded to grim satisfaction it was apparent that it wasn’t an unwelcome one.

The glitchy visual feed from some of the still functioning security cameras Theron kept limited to the HUD for now. The last thing he needed was Darok breathing down his neck as the strike team tried to navigate what was clearly a crumbled mess. The state of destruction inside of the Academy was quite extensive, as bombings and their aftershocks had done a number on the place. He pivoted around the camera he had hijacked in the foyer, ignoring the way the twisted faces carved into the giant obelisk taking up the center of the room sent a shiver down his spine. Perhaps it wasn’t all bad being stuck on Carrick Station.

Deciding to cut out eavesdroppers, he activated the subvocal portion of his comlink implant. “So, is the Sith’s new decorating scheme courtesy of Darok’s overzealous bombings, or did you get in on the renovations as well?”

On his HUD he saw Highwind’s head head swivel around, taking in the room. Even with the distance of the camera he could see her frown. “You can see us?”

“Part of that ‘little more’ I mentioned earlier.”

“The voice in your ear is being creepy, Boss.”

He saw Highwind shoot the younger knight a look, but didn’t respond to Kira verbally. “I hope this means you have a map.”

“Of sorts. From what I can see here, the Dark Council chambers are on the upper levels. There’s an elevator on the second floor that you’ll have to take to get there.”

“I am hearing some hesitation in that statement.”

Theron let out a sigh, minding to keep it quieter than he truly felt. Mostly so he didn’t have to involve Darok in this conversation.

“Apparently the access codes for the elevator aren’t stored on the Academy’s main network.”

“Main network?”

“Paranoid Sith. Apparently they’d rather have several closed networks rather than have everything all together. It’s almost like they expected to be invaded.”

“Fancy that,” Highwind remarked dryly.

“Teeseven and I might be able to slice the elevator manually if we work together, but that’s going to take a while.”

“That sounds like a big ‘might’,” she returned. “Is there time for you two to try that?”

Theron glanced at the countdown, pressing his lips together. “We can try, but there’s no guarantee we’ll crack it before your return window closes. Pretty sure that encryption is going to be pretty complicated. Have I mentioned the Sith are paranoid?”

“Is there any other way to get access to that elevator?”

“Are you talking about the elevator to the Dark Council chambers?” Kira piped in. “If it’s anything like it used to be, the high level instructors always had access codes. The Sith don’t change their game plan much if everything is working.”

“It’s worth a try. Theron, can you find them?”

“Hold on,” he muttered, cycling through the various security feeds of the destroyed rooms.

Almost all of them were empty. Having never stepped foot in the building before, it was hard to say how occupied everything usually was, but it appeared that the younger students and acolytes might have been evacuated. That would probably make his very perplexing knight on the other end of the line somewhat happier. There were still Sith crawling through the hallways, clearly defending something at the far end. That something turned out to be another Sith, whose importance was marked by the fine robes and markings indicating their high status. A quick check on other hallways confirmed a few more individuals.

“Found them.” He frowned at the map, trying to calculate the best path to take the team through. “First one’s down that hall on your right — if you can get past all of their faithful guards first.”

“We will manage.”

That was starting to sound less and less like overconfidence and more a statement of fact. He sat back, monitoring their progress through the map and available security feeds. Her fighting style changed to accommodate the closed quarters, and the acrobatic flips and twirls incorporated the walls and rubble. The finer details of the lightsaber work was lost to the fuzzy, unstable connection, but even with that it still looked more like some frenetic dance.

By the time they had the codes in hand and stood in front of the elevator, it was clear that even the Jedi super endurance was getting a test today if the sheen of sweat he could make out on the security cameras were any indication.

“I don’t really have much on the upper-level defenses,” he said quietly, this time out loud as Darok’s impatience was starting to show again. “You can try to find an access point once you’re up there—but I’ve got a feeling you’re going to face some heavy opposition.”

“Will your modifications to the comm allow you to talk to me up there?”

He glanced at the weak signal stretched to the limits, and the heavy shielding indicated by the blueprint. When the Sith wanted to protect their communications, not even his best slicing tricks could get him in remotely. His experience infiltrating the Orbital Defense Command Center on Ziost proved that.

“It’s unlikely.”

This was the worst part of the op, the one thing that he couldn’t account for. Despite Darok’s planning, Theron’s intel, and his entire bag of slicer tricks, once she stepped through that door it was all out of his hands. He shifted his weight and crossed his arms, trying not to glare at the giant hole in the map that represented the Dark Council chambers.

“It will be all right,” she said quietly, and it took him a moment to realize she was talking to him. “You have gotten us this far — the Force will take us the rest of the way.”

He almost snorted aloud, but caught himself at the last moment. Whatever beliefs or mental exercises she needed to lean on were fine, especially if that’s what helped her accomplish the mission. It wasn’t his place to comment on that, especially when he needed her to stay focused on the end goal.

“Good luck,” he said instead.

He watched on the security feed as they stepped inside of the elevator until the doors closed and they disappeared from his view completely. He glanced back up at the map on the holotable, where the dot representing the strike team started to move up before suddenly winking out completely as they hit the shielded area.

“They’re in,” he said to Darok, and for once, the colonel was silent.

All that was left now was the waiting — and hoping that the little Jedi lived up to her larger-than-life reputation.

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Female Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #Kira Carsen #oc: greyias highwind #otp: adorkable #swtor #fanfic #smoke and mirrors #SoR Fic O Doom #greyfic #theron got a codename #(although probably not as cool as he was hoping for)

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honekitteh · 5 years ago

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FIC: Countdown - Chapter 2

Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: T (this chapter) Genre: Angst, H/C, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Humor Synopsis: A distress call leads the Jedi Battlemaster to Ziost, but time is running out. Follows the storyline of The Rise of the Emperor and inserts missing scenes. Warnings: See Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Crossposted to AO3

“I sensed our course has changed. What’s going on?” Kira walked onto the bridge and stood behind me. I gave her a simple nod as I watched the colors of hyperspace on the screen.

“Pandemonium is a better name, it’s at least somewhat pronounceable,” I heard Doc’s voice behind me.

“Phelgethon fits better,” the deep imperial cadence retorted. Lord Scourge, the former Emperor’s Wrath, didn’t hold any emotion in his voice, so it was difficult to tell if he was teasing the human doctor or not.

“Ph.. Phel… That sounds like something is stuck in your throat or you’re coming down with a cold.”

“That would be impossible.”

“Just saying…”

Kira laughed looking back at the two men who entered the bridge, “You have a hard enough time saying Barsen’thor when we’re meeting with the Council.”

“What is it with Jedi and Sith with their impossible titles?”

Kira rolled her eyes and took the seat opposite me and looked at the controls. “Ziost?”

Lord Scourge tilted his head. “We’re headed to Ziost?”

I took a deep breath. “Theron called for backup.”

Doc quickly responded, “Think he will need medical attention?”

“It’s Theron, so likely,” Kira stated with a small chuckle. The small laugh she shared with Doc stopped though as she looked over at me. “Jyana? What’s…” Her words stopped as soon as we left hyperspace and started to enter orbit over the blue world of Ziost.

Suddenly all that was let out was a simple, “Oh…”

My heart sunk as well. The presence was unmistakable, the darkness within the force encircled the blue globe in front of us. I kept getting flashes of images: blue turning to grey, green turning to grey, everything living turning to ash. My hands balled into fists on the controls.

It was Scourge who broke the silence. “We’re too late… his plan is already in motion…”

I closed my eyes. “We have to try.”

“The odds of his survival are…”

“Screw the odds, we have to save this world, whatever it takes.”

Kira started softly, “Jyana…”

“This isn’t about Theron… this is about the Emperor.”

Scourge and Kira shared a brief look and nodded. I moved to stand up and started walking back to my quarters to grab my shoto and cold weather gear. The others followed me. As I walked, Scourge spoke, “Teeseven and Kira should accompany you. The rest of us could come easily under his influence if my sense is correct.”

I nodded my agreement, but Doc spoke up, “I’m sure they would need medical…”

“No. The risk is too great.”

The medic opened his mouth, but Lord Scourge quickly ushered him away as I began to get my kit together and throw on my hooded coat.

Kira put her hand on my shoulder. “I’m with you, Jyana. As always.”

Without looking back at her, I put my hand over top her hand. “I know.”

She sighed softly, “What if we can’t stop him?”

“We’ll sort that out when it comes.”

“And Theron?”

I closed my eyes, trying to reach out my senses. There was a part of me that was certain I’d know if he lived or died, but I wasn’t entirely sure if we were connected in that way. I mean, we were connected somehow, but…

“Jyana?”

“I… We’ll sort that out later too. Right now, the Emperor.”

“Guess we’ll sort out the lack of holoing ‘til he’s in trouble when we get there?”

I made a small chuckle.

“See, got a laugh. I’m sure he’s fine.”

I nodded and looked back at her and smiled. “Let’s get to work.”

Imperial military forces on Ziost have ceased responding to orbital comm signals. Reports indicate the military has turned on the civilian populace. An Imperial military outpost may yield more information. A transport is available for departure.

I pulled my hood over my head, shivering slightly from the cold as it hit my skin, as I stepped out of the shuttle. I could feel the waves of chaos surrounding me. The Dark Side of the Force, ever present on Ziost as Lord Scourge had warned us, was present. It took a bit of willpower to put it to the back of my mind and then I realized my eyes were frozen shut and I looked out.

Soldiers were firing their blasters at civilians; civilians were firing back. None of them were in control of their actions. I could feel the power of their puppet master. I looked over at Kira who stepped out of the shuttle after me. Her face was white, clearly sensing what I was. She adjusted a fairly sizable bag around her belt awkwardly.

“What is with that bag?” I asked, deciding to ignore the other bantha in the room.

She sighed with great exasperation. “Doc insisted. If he wasn’t going to be able to come down, we had to take these.”

“How many kolto injections are there?”

“I lost count at 5 if I’m completely honest. Could be 20 or so?”

“Why would we even need that many?”

Kira gave me a blank stare. “Have you met yourself? That doesn’t even include the chance we find Theron...”

I pursed my lips. “I cannot deny your point, even as much as I want to.”

The astromech T7-01, the first friend I made when I came to Tython to complete my training, rolled out of the shuttle and beeped his intent to head towards the outpost. Kira and I nodded to each other and followed him, attempting to not draw too much attention to our movements. I pulled my hood closer around my face, shielding myself from the chill wind. Kira pulled up her scarf around her nose and put the goggles on over her eyes. I frowned and looked in my pack. To this she handed me mine and I worked on getting those on.

Somedays, I wondered who took care of who when it came to Kira and I.

I pulled out my scanner to follow the signal that T7 was very clearly following. We ducked against the building, watching the soldiers as they shambled. They looked like they were looking for prey and weren’t very picky as to what kind to have. I took a few deep breaths as we pushed on forward. I slipped slightly, barely managing falling into a snow drift by probably two inches. Another glance at Kira was met by a slight point toward her kolto pouch.

Sighing I took another look at the signal. I couldn’t get a sense on much of anything beyond the cacophony of blaster fire, dying men, screaming children, and a complete feeling of helplessness. T7 beeped a warning as we rounded a corner. Speeders and shuttles were crashed outside the vehicle bay that the signal was coming from. We moved inside, the droid moving quickly to investigate any potential console.

“Seems like we made some friends,” Kira spoke up.

“We need to reevaluate our standards,” I sighed as the soldiers started shooting at us.

Kira and I made quick work with a few flicks of our lightsabers. The soldiers came in waves of three. I frowned looking down at the last one I had to pierce through the heart.

No one deserved this fate. Sure, they were Imperials and would have attacked me anyway, but I would have preferred they’d had a choice to do so. These did not.

T7 beeped down to us from over a balcony. I nodded to Kira who remained behind as I followed T7 up the ramp and took a look at the holoconsole. It was busted, T7 beeped his frustration. There was no way for him to access any of the data that could have been held here. This bay was a complete wreck. I took a sigh and made a quick call to the ship.

“Scourge, come in.”

“Reading.”

“You were right, they’re all possessed.”

“Slaves to his will. He is attempting the ritual again. When he is done, there will be nothing left.”

Suddenly I knew what I felt in the back of my head and cut the comms. The presence was unmistakable and it was overpowering. For a moment I wondered how long I’d need to keep him out of my own head, but then that slow build up behind my eyes moved away.

Like this was something we’d rehearsed, but we obviously hadn’t, both Kira and I said in unison, “I can feel your presence Vitiate.”

Three people entered the Vehicle Bay one at a time, their voice theirs, but not under their own control. Their eyes glowed silver and I could feel the aura radiating off of them, flowing off of them in red waves in my Force sight. The first that spoke was a male Imperial Commando. “My little insect, no doubt here to drone and flutter once more.”

A female soldier followed him. “Dromund Kass, the Yavin moon... It must not be clear to you yet. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

Seriously, Vitiate, a monologue? I ignited my shoto but slightly startled as I noticed the last one who moved in.

A Jedi. The way he carried himself suggested one who specialized in Form III, Soresu.

“That’s all right though. Seeing you, it’s like visiting with a forgotten friend. I’m oddly pleased you’re here. You’ll bear witness to a world’s end if you survive long enough.”

As the group moved to attack Kira, I leaped off the balcony.

The jedi focused his attention on me, while Kira made fairly quick work of the Imperials. He swung his yellow blade vertically at my head which I parried with my purple shoto. The shoto were much shorter than his longer normal bladed lightsaber, but I’d found their mobility gave me a slight edge when I dual-wielded. Since the first lightsaber I made on Tython had fallen on hard times… okay I honestly can’t remember what happened to it. I just remembered the Masters sighing heavily at me and pointing me where I could find more materials to make a new one. At the time I thought it had been a punishment, to not have enough material for one, but after time, I instead found it a blessing. It wasn’t the size that mattered to a weapon, after all. It was how you used it.

With a motion of his hands, the he used the Force to knock me back. I smacked into corner of the ramp. With a grunt I tossed my shoto at him. He parried one of them, but the other struck true. As they returned to my hands, I leaped back into the air and met his blade with mine.

It was a whirl of blades. Purple and yellow reflecting off the damaged walls of the vehicle bay. He fought more aggressive than I would have expected. Had he been under his own power, I would have expected far more defensive maneuvers. If it had been, we might have been a bit more evenly matched. One slight miscalculation proved fatal, and I cut his lightsaber in two, and he fell. His eyes looked up at the ceiling, unfocused, exhausted, and they changed from silver to brown. As he took his last breaths, he gasped out, “He’s gone... I can... I can finally...”

I felt the life force leave the man. I looked down at my shoto, which had fallen to the floor at some point. I removed my goggles and lowered the scarf from around my mouth. Frowning, I reached my hand towards the Jedi’s eyes, but the back of my mind sent a warning through me. Instead of getting a chance to pay my respects to a man who fought well despite his circumstance, I stood, taking my sabers back in my hands. “More of you already?” I stated, “I suppose I should be flattered.”

I ignited my shoto but before Kira or I even moved, an orangish red lightsaber made quick work of the enemies just outside the Vehicle Bay. Then the blonde Sith Lord made her way towards the entrance, her green cape flicking behind her. Her yellow eyes looked tired as they fell on me.

“So my senses haven’t betrayed me. It really is you.”

“Lana Beniko.”

Lana pinched the bridge of her nose for a few seconds before stating, “You don’t belong here, Jedi. You shouldn’t have come.”

Before I could retort, Kira approached Lana and I could tell that the redhead sensed the Sith Lord’s exhaustion. “It’s nice to see a friendly face. I’ve missed you.”

I simply blinked.

Lana exasperatedly responded, “I’m trying to avert a mass catastrophe while keeping the most powerful mind in the galaxy out of my head. I… I can’t think about that.”

Kira let out a breath of air. “You don’t gotta tell me twice,” she muttered.

I blinked between the two, then looked back to Lana. “What do you mean, we don’t belong here?”

Lana’s expression was somewhere between exhaustion and exasperation and gave me a non-committal response and put her hand up to her temple, as if she was listening to incoming communications and status updates. She then looked back to me. Before she said anything further, I cut in, “In case you might have forgotten, standing up to the Emperor is kind of my job. And I’m not about to start backing down from him now.” I raised an eyebrow and looked Lana over. “And I’m thinking you could use the help.”

“Well, you’re not wrong about that. As you can see, things are already out of hand.”

“Seems we’re not the only Jedi here,” Kira pointed out, looking back at Master Garault’s body behind us.

“His mind was not his own.” Lana sighed heavily. “He belonged to the Sixth Line.”

“Sixth line… I’ve never heard of it.”

Lana raised an eyebrow. “They’re a team of Jedi commandos working in secret for the SIS. They follow their own addendum to the Jedi Code, hence the name.”

“There is no contemplation, there is only duty,” A bald man in a crisp imperial uniform with a tech brace around his head approached. I pursed my lips, trying to hide my on distaste for the “there is no” version of the Jedi Code while he continued, “A great point of view—so long as they’re working for you.” He looked around the room and then addressed Lana. “Pardon the interruption. I sent a probe droid to look into that crashed shuttle, Minister Beniko. It’s empty.”

I looked back at Kira and shared a raised eyebrow with her before looking back to the imperials.

“Agent Kovach, this is the former ally I’ve mentioned,” Lana stated, “Right now, we all want the same thing, so I suggest we work together.”

I lowered my hood and tilted my head. “He called you ‘minister.’”

With a dismissive wave, Lana replied, “Yes, he did.”

Agent Kovach continued, “We know Theron Shan was on that shuttle. And we know he’s responsible for the Sixth Line being on Ziost in the first place”

I gave Kira a slight glance. A tightness in my chest that had been forming since I’d landed on the planet only seemed to increase its pressure.

Lana rubbed her temples. “So far, Theron has only added to our troubles. He’d better not be here to cause any more.”

“Theron’s here to stop the Emperor, same as me,” I replied quickly.

“Vitiate is not our Emperor. Not anymore.” Lana gave a glance around the vehicle bay and motioned to the numerous bodies. “As you’ve witnessed, Vitiate is taking hold of an increasing number of soldiers and Sith. His goal continues to be the accumulation of power. Agent?”

Kira and I glanced at each other and then back to the Agent.

“The dark side is strong on Ziost. Using the outpost’s resources, our former Emperor can massacre the defenseless to fuel him. The more powerful he becomes, the more people he can control. He will keep on killing until nothing’s left.”

Kira whispered to me, “Isn’t that exactly what Scourge said happened before?”

I simply nodded and moved to speak, but Lana was having a short conversation on a call. “Yes, I’m on my way,” she spoke into her communicator. “I’m needed everywhere, all at once. I’ve already lingered too long. Agent Kovach has a plan to help stem the bloodshed.” She gave a kurt nod and turned on her heel as she left the vehicle bay.

Agent Kovach watched Lana as she left, a little too closely. I raised an eyebrow and looked back at Kira. T7 beeped a question as well.

“Agent?”

As soon as he seemed sure she was gone, he began speaking quickly, “After the Yavin event, I was sent here to infiltrate Sith Intelligence. I work for Theron Shan. In fact, we were supposed to meet up here.”

“If you know where he is, now would be the time to say so,” I snapped. After the words were out of my mouth I felt a small presence in the Force, Kira. Mostly just telling me to relax subtly. I took a deep breath and tried to offer an apologetic smile to my response.

Either Agent Kovach didn’t notice, or didn’t care, because he just responded, “I haven’t been able to reach him. Not since the crash. Best not to think about that now, I guess.” I frowned and looked down.

Kira stepped forward and spoke up. “Lana might seem like the nicest Sith Lord ever, but don’t thinks he won’t eviscerate you if she finds you out. Or worse.”

I looked at Kira and blinked slowly, then looked back to the agent, who simply shrugged. “I know all the risks that come with my line of work. It helps not to think about them either.”

I looked back towards the Jedi laying lifeless behind me. “What was his name?”

“Master Garault.”

I moved back towards Master Garault’s body and took a knee. He was free of Vitiate, but at what cost. Sighing I finally reached to his forehead, meditated on his memory in the Force for a few seconds. Then I took the tips of my fingers and lowered his eyelids over his eyes.

“The outpost armory, it’s wide open right now,” Agent Kovach continued, “Anyone can get in there. We need to lock it down.”

T7 beeped an agreement and I stood up and pulled my hood back over my head. “Then point the way.”

“I’m on it.”

I hadn’t been watching where my feet were going as we worked our way through the outpost towards where Agent Kovach indicated the armory would be. It was miraculous that I was only in a snow drift and not somewhere more unfortunate. A hand reached down and took mine. Before allowing myself to be lifted up, I reached out with my senses to be certain that it was Kira and not someone who was just going to pull me out and make me dead. With some grumbling, I allowed myself to be pulled up.

“Kolto?”she asked after I straightened up.

I muttered, “I’m not hurt. Just embarrassed.”

“You should be, that was completely hilarious.”

“Ha ha. If this world wasn’t utter chaos…”

“Yes I know. This way.” Kira and I quickly worked our way to the armory, T7 beeping locations and parameter warnings along the way.

By the time we got there, Imperial officers were already in the armory. At least, it’s more possible that these officers had been originally stationed here, long before this whole mess started. Now, they just no longer had wills of their own. I could sense Vitiate’s hold on each one of them. They could sense us as well. Upon our entrance, we were immediately under fire and T7 very quickly attempted to evade attention. If they had been normal imperial troops, operating under their own free will, they would not have ignored the droid. They seemed more interested in humanoid lifeforms. I assume Vitiate can’t really accumulate more power from the deaths of droids.

One, two, they fell to Kira’s dual-bladed lightsaber. Three, four, my twin shoto ended more. Now it was the Quartermaster who stood between us and our goal, someone who probably just simply wanted to put in an honest days work, go home, see family, friends, have a nice drink, have a great meal, and then repeat the pattern over again.

The poor soul didn’t stand a chance against Vitiate’s control. Nor did he stand a chance against Kira and my blades. After the haze of battle was lifted, I slowly made a point to close every one of their eyes.

No one deserved this. Not even Imperials.

Agent Kovach had made it into the armory while I had paid my respects to the deceased. He quickly moved to a console to lock the building down. “You sure cleared a path out there. That’s good… but it’s bad, too.” I raised an eyebrow at him and made a motion for him to explain, which he figured out without me needing to say anything, thankfully. “Each time a pawn’s killed, Vitiate gets a little bit stronger. Not as much as when they kill, but… That’s what Minister Beniko says, anyway.”

Pulling off my hood and cold weather protection again so I could cool down from the exertion, I studied the Agent, tilting my head. “So we have to stop them without killing them.”

“Or we destroy Vitiate. Not that anyone seems to know how to do that…”

A pressure built up in the back of my head. “Agent, we’ve got company.”

“Almost there…” he worked quickly at the console. The door opened and the force-field was just pulled up just in time for a dark skinned, armored jedi to waltz in to meet. “Master Surro,” Agent Kovach stated, looking downcast, “The Sixth Line commander.”

“This one’s my favorite so far,” Vitiate poke through her voice, “Even now, she struggles. You know, she’s done some terrible things in the Republic’s name.”

I wrinkled my nose and let out a breath. “I’m the one you want. Release Master Surro and the others. Take me instead.”

“Again?” I flinched slightly but held my ground, waiting. “No. I don’t think so. When this world turns to red and you choke on torrents of blood, remember that this was your chance to flee.”

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #theron shan #kira carsen #female jedi knight/hero of tython #oc: jyana kai #otp: come what may #fic: countdown #ziost #swtor: rise of the emperor #swtor #fanfic #in which kira keeps jy alive #nor will kira's sass ever be denied

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selinurr · 6 years ago

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“I worried you’d fallen out of love with me.” - Malavai Quinn

The years following beautiful and deadly Wrath’s mysterious disappearance along with honorable Darth Marr were terribly unkind to Malavai. His never-ending search for his beloved bought up unpleasant enemies that wished nothing more than for Wrath’s permanent retirement. But his love and promise of eternal loyalty to his wife was stronger than the venomous threats of the many Sith Lords and even members of the Dark Council.

He will not rest until he finds his beloved Wrath.

Prison did little to dampen his love for her. The search had it’s share of difficulties and their small group of companions were slowly losing hope. Even Lieutenant Pierce was worried for the man, who he used to growl in immense frustration at; his “By the books” bullshit. But it didn’t take much for the Veteran of Black Ops to see that Malavai was absolutely devastated about Wrath’s sudden disappearance. Hell, even Pierce himself, was missing their beautiful Lord.

But when word of her finally awaited appearance reached him, Malavai was struck with the sudden urge to just pull Wrath into his arms and never let go. How he wanted to tell her of all his efforts to find her, his sleepless nights; wondering if he will ever see her again. How he went above and beyond the call of duty on missions when even the slimmest of chances were present in finding his beautiful wife. How he missed her soft lips on his and her sweet whispers that only he could hear.

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Alliance Commander? Malavai straightens his uniform and adjusts his ribbons and cords on his chest to perfection. He was uncharacteristically nervous to see her and wanted Wrath to notice that he was still operating at peak efficiency, even without being by her side.

“You’re looking more potent than ever, my lord,” he says, taking in the features of his beautiful Wrath. His heart beats rapidly in his chest and he could barely contain his excitement. Malavai wanted nothing more than to take his wife, Wrath, into his arms and kiss her lovingly; to feel their passion ignite with a single touch.

“Malavai? Is that you?” asks Wrath in disbelief. Her voice cracks slightly as his name rolls off her tongue. It was such a wonderful and familiar feeling that she was overwhelmed with emotion.

“In the flesh,” replies Malavai with a slight nod. He could tell that she was surprised to see him but couldn’t help the small smile that appears on his lips as he notices the loving glance she was giving him; especially in the room filled with other persons besides themselves.

“Come here,” she says with a soft whisper. “I thought I’d never see you again,” says Wrath. The insatiable urges and sweetest temptations were flooding her mind with the most wonderful images that she was certain he was thinking of as well.

“The feeling is mutual, my lord, but perhaps we can save the displays of affection for a more private setting?” he asks in an even tone. He couldn’t mask the small growl that escapes his lips or the way he glances at her so intensely, after being apart for so long.

“Or. you know, forever,” says Theron, interrupting their loving moment. If that man wasn’t Wrath’s advisor, she would’ve slapped the cybernetics out of that man in one hit. His eyes rolled at Wrath and Malavai’s display of affection while chaos and impending doom was in the near distance.

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“Excuse me, my lord,” says Malavai.

“We’ll give you two a moment alone,” says Lana, motioning for Theron and the Empress to follow. Wrath and Malavai glance absentmindedly at their companion’s departure and face each other, emotions overflowing and hearts beating rapidly.

“It’s been a long time,” she says, slowly walking toward him. There was nothing else that mattered to Wrath; nothing more than the man she loves, standing before her with equal passion and longing in his eyes.

“Too long. After you disappeared, I spent months on the hunt,” says Malavai. He looks away and pauses a moment before continuing. “Minister Lorman even heard about my crusade and ordered me to call off the search. He wanted the Emperor’s Wrath to “stay missing.”” The way Malavai said Lorman’s name; laced with venom, made her all the more grateful that that man met his demise. She can still recall his screams when Lorman took his final breath and the last light of his eyes disappeared; what a pleasant sight for a miserable being as he. “Naturally, I refused... and found myself in Imperial prison-” the moment this statement left Malavai’s lips, he felt the room grow chilled and peaks at his Wrath in surprise. Her rage was emitting in dangerous waves and he had to admit that this was... lovingly nostalgic for him. “I was locked away for years until Empress Acina pardoned me shortly before you retired the poor Minister,” he finishes, looking Wrath in the eyes.

“Yet you still remained in hiding,” says Wrath, her tone; questioning and slightly hurt but patient.

Unable to face her, he says “I actually tried to approach you once... when you visited Acina on Dromund Kaas. But I lost my nerve... “ Wrath knew her instincts were right; her husband was near when she was with the Empress but he had his reasons not to approach her; she will let him come to her in time. Malavai was not a man to make rash decisions; she was fully aware of this.

“I worried you’d fallen out of love with me,” he says, turning to his beautiful Wrath and voicing his deepest fears to her. There was so much hope in him that wanted to believe Wrath still loved him, after all these years apart but he wasn’t ready when they were on Dromund Kass. Now, on Iokath, it was now or never.

“I love you, Malavai. I always have, and I always will,” says Wrath. She stares into his eyes lovingly and he knew that in that instant, his fears vanished. Malavai is caught off guard and his expressions match his surprise. Wrath was always unpredictable in his eyes and this time was no different.

“I love you too, my lord,” he says with a smile. Malavai takes his beautiful Wrath into his arms and kisses her lips softly, savoring their sweetest moment. She was just as wonderful as before and he was truly grateful with their mutual feelings toward each other. Reluctantly, he pulls away, but not before smirking as a deep blush appears on his wife, Wrath’s cheeks. “If you need my services again, just say the word,” he whispers lovingly, so that only Wrath could hear.

With a final glance at his beloved, he walks away, knowing that after all these years of separation, she was still his beloved Wrath and he was her loving Malavai Quinn.

#malavai quinn #sith warrior #swtor

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crqstalite · 5 years ago

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pt. 1, my life day present (malavai && tri’ama)

like many other chapters, this was supposed to be a lot longer and more of a drabble than a series. but i guess it’s joining the likes of unforseen, crossfire and unexpected.

written: 10.10.19. word count: 2,477.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════ character song: sunflower, post malone.

character file: darth tri'ama amarillis quinn & captain malavai quinn.

gifts are hard. tri'ama would be the first to admit such a thing, and being pregnant when the holiday reared it's ugly, consumerism afflicted head only made it that much worse. now, that's not to say she wasn't always this irritable (dealing with the council ignited a fire in her that typically went unsated), but being confined to the ship wasn't fun either. whatever she intended to get for her companions would have to be ordered, and that didn't go without it's fair share of issues. whether something would fit or not, whether it was big enough or whether two-vee would be unhelpful and announce its contents early all went hand in hand. but malavai had made it especially clear he didn't think it was a good idea for her to be out and about at this point, and vette, pierce and jaesa had quickly agreed.

she couldn't believe she'd been turned on so easily, by her own crew no less.

at least raegia and yusaits had offered to allow her to stay in their luxorious dromound kaasian estate as long as she needed. it had been a long while since she'd stayed with her adoptive parents, and it went without saying they were ecstatic to meet their grandchild. hence why they were en route to the imperial homeworld for the holidays. it took a lot of convincing to allow not only a troublesome soldier, murderous talz and previous twi'lek slave to stay with them, but a good amount of arguing was enough to get them all their own guest rooms. at the very least, they didn't have an issue with jaesa (they were rather proud of her for raising her to be a fervent sith follower), nor malavai (they had their concerns that their grandchild wouldn't be force sensitive, but figured a higher ranking soldier was better than nothing; they knew next to nothing about his betrayal and she wanted to keep it that way for the time being). in fact the man had apparently made a relatively good impression on them that raegia even mused about getting him something lavish for life day. yusaits grunted and replied he'd believe his good nature when he met him. that in itself was odd, yusaits despised every male acquaintance she'd ever made, and raegia was stingy with those outside her family.

not unusual, but the holocalls between the amarillis' were always pleasant.

she wondered when the majority of the crew would return though, she was getting impatient. pierce, malavai and vette had all gone to do their shopping today, with the pretense of returning soon enough to be planetside before the day ended. jaesa was meditating somewhere aboard the ship, and while tri'ama intended to do the same, it seemed her child wasn't onboard with the idea. her current resting spot was in the cockpit, reading through the day's news with one hand on her stomach. she and malavai's child was running rather late, their trip to dromound kass was supposed to be for life day after they were born, but with the way things were going now it seemed like they would be their gift.

that, made tri'ama restless enough. they weren't expected in the least, but after she collapsed on balmorra, malavai had quickly found the reason for her lightheadedness and inability to keep anything down. neither quinn was very sure what to do (she was still jumpy around him at the time, and had her own responsibilities to the council then), but in the end she decided on keeping them. as much as it irked her to be pulled from the battlefield and assist the newly mothered darth nox with ancient holocrons and the such (rumors were her son wasn't human either, which spelled a dark rumor that her child wasn't her husband's), but the budding baby underneath her hand keeps her sane. overjoyed wasn't an overstatement either, as happy as their child made her.

malavai continues to bug her off and on about finding a permanent home to raise their child. as much as he's right, she's not sure she wants to admit that he's right. their quarters aboard the fury have already been converted to accompany a child, but the constant creaking of the ship that she finds comforting might not be the most pleasant to a baby's brand new eardrums. the chance of attack by jedi is always a constant concern as well, and blaster fire? well, she figured keeping pierce and jaesa from training aboard the ship would be a bit of an issue. 'all the problems a home would solve, my love' she can almost hear malavai say. 'jaesa would be able to visit the sanctum as often as she would like, you'd be with council nearly everyday.'

a small kick against her hand returns a soft smile to her face. possibly she's gotten a tad too agitated again, something it seems they can feel just as much as any other force sensitive could, maybe more. she believes this is a good indicator of their sensitivity if this is how they act when her emotions get a bit too out of hand.

while her husband acted as her primary medic, she visited some other, more equipped med droids for routine checkups. now that the nine months (borderline ten) was coming to a close, maybe their trip to dromound kaas was better than she thought. yusaits would've liked to have his grandchild born there anyways, and malavai had no complaints.

"you're awaiting father's return, aren't you my child?" she asks, nearly holding the words back before allowing herself to take on a doting tone. it's odd talking to someone who hasn't even born yet, but their force presence has always been there since she had realized it. warm, and comforting. though they've given no indication of their gender just yet, but the soft red and black of their blankets is enough to let her envision just how precious it would be to finally hold her child in her arms. "he'll be back. and once he is we'll be on our way to visit your grandparents. you'll be the life day gift of...well a lifetime i suppose."

another, softer kick. "your father and i have waited a long time for you, you know that?" she whispers, rubbing a hand over where they'd been rather active lately. "you've kept me benched from the council for a long while now. you'd better be the most powerful sith this galaxy has seen to make up for it, yes?" leaning back in her chair, she chuckles, "my little quinn."

she sits up a bit straighter once she catches sight of her three other companions returning, the three striding through the docking bay with a singular crate. pierce is most likely disgruntled with his position carrying it, but the muscular man seems to have little trouble doing so. she considers getting up, but the soreness in her back keeps her from leaving the cockpit. embarassing, really, but if they need something they should come and find her. a few moments later, she can hear vette's excited voice speaking to pierce, who quietly responds to her (something inelligible she can't make out) and they disappear away from the cockpit. it isn't long before she can hear someone coming inside, and turning her head softly, she finds her husband walking towards her. "malavai, you've returned."

he smiles, speeding his stride before coming to stand next to her. "my love, i hope you haven't strained yourself since i've been away?"

"i suppose not." she answers, rolling her colbalt blue eyes. turning her eyes from her tunic covered belly, she runs a hand through her hair, finding that other than his typically messy tousled hair, nothing was out of place. "you've found everything you needed?"

"yes. we can depart as soon as you are ready to leave." he responds, taking his own seat in the captain's chair next to her. "which is now, i presume? your parents were clear they would've liked to see you days ago."

rubbing her temples, she frowns. "they got your comm code while you were away, didn't they? i told them to leave you be."

"they're simply curious, my love." he answers, futilely trying to defend her adoptive parents as she grimaces. raegia had been a bother since she'd grown large enough to warrant actual concern for her continued participation in the war effort, and tri'ama was surprised she'd managed to get malavai's code. he turns in concern, a touch of panic in his eyes. "are you in pain, tri'ama?"

"no, no of course not. my parents are simply difficult to deal with at times. as i'm sure you'll find out in the following years." she says, as he sets course for the imperial homeworld. the fury shudders quietly before it smooths out, the stars passing by quickly. malavai always seemed so comfortable here, and she can imagine he always has been. as much as he (begrudingly, though she didn't believe that he hadn't bonded with her first companion) trained vette to pilot the fury, the ship was always his. possibly one day they'd begin teaching their own child to navigate the stars as they do.

day dreaming also seemed to come so very easily at this point. it's really rather distracting.

"i'm sure you're curious how they are outside of heated comm calls, yes?" she asks, as malavai sits up just a tad straighter.

turning around in his chair after setting the ship to auto pilot, he softly nods. she can feel that whatever her mother had said, had him worried. she'd ask raegia later, and possibly reprimand her adoptive caregiver about how to respect others again. outside the amarillis estate it seemed that it didn't go far. "raegia, as you've already noticed is just a touch overprotective over me. i have yet to meet their son, my brother, but something happened to him long ago that caused her to always been worried about my health and what i was doing, where i was. i'm sure that this pregnancy is running her ragged even though she's only known about it for a few months."

"yet you're in perfect health..?" malavai questions, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. "i sent her the reports just to keep her from calling the ship."

"nothing will ever satisfy that woman, not until we're in the kassian atmosphere." tri'ama responds. "i was only told that her pregnancy with my brother didn't go well, and that both of them nearly died."

"that's...horrible, my love. her concern is well-placed."

"don't defend the woman. had she known, i would've been pulled from the fury as soon as you could detect a heartbeat. thankfully, i've chosen not to acknowledge that fact, and as soon as i can i intend to get back to business as usual." another kick against her resting hand, and she tries to rub a hand over them to sooth their possible annoyance with her.

"concern is only natural, tri'ama. she is your mother after all." he holds back a sentence for a moment before saying it anyways, "in all seriousness, i'm concerned about your permanent return to the council as well."

"malavai..." she says warningly before he starts again, his features softening.

"things will never be 'business as usual' again, my love. we have a child now, and we can't abandon them because of our prior commitments. as i made you mine, and you made me yours, they are our entire world now." damn him for being so philosophical, and for being right as she pouts, crossing her arms as much as she an in her current condition. "as much as it pains you to be away for so long, they will end up meaning so much to us."

"i suppose you're right." she responds, unable to pull her eyes from her husband's concerned form. the way the blue-ish light from the control panel reflects against his pale skin makes her own face heat, another unseen side effect. "my father, yusaits." she says, changing the subject and leaving it for another time.

"i don't believe he likes the idea of you and i together."

"you're most likely right. do not ask me why, he's never been fond of the idea of my eventual partnership with someone, and not only did i forgo having a proper ceremony, he didn't know until raegia knew about our child." she muses before pressing a finger to her lips, "he is more forgiving than the likes of raegia, i'm sure he'll come around to you at some point."

malavai considers the idea for a moment, before frowning. "are you sure about that? the man was very serious about sitting down and having a chat with me once we landed."

that, mostly likely would lead to nothing but trouble. yusaits only ever chatted for serious matters, asking for a chat with her meant she had elevated her status within the sith order, or she'd done something that required reprimanding. a chat with her mother could be anything from planning a ball to discussing punishment. a chat with a stranger? that could end violent or with them booted off the estate for the foreseeable and unforseeable future.

think happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

"as i said, i'm sure yusaits means well. it's not as if i'm a child anymore. he can't force me to divorce you." she reassures him, standing from her own chair with a bit of difficulty as he rushes to help her up, nearly tripping over himself in the process. she tries to wave away his assistance, but she ends up taking his hand anyways. "i won't perish if i simply get up by myself, malavai, don't you start too."

vette and pierce had been rather annoying about it, though they meant well. jaesa must've picked up on her agitated force signature because she hadn't attempted helping her up, and broonmark must've done the same.

"no man can be apologetic for simply being worried for his wife, can he?" he asks, delicately tipping her chin upwards to plant a soft kiss on her lips. rolling her eyes for what seems like the trillonth time in the last few weeks, she smiles before taking one of his hands in hers and calmly placing it atop her stomach. he's flustered for just a moment before their baby acknowledges his presence by pressing their foot firmly against his hand.

"it will be different once they're here to share our lives with us. i'm not sure i'm ready to change just yet, but as long as i have you by my side, i'll make it." she responds, "now, to see if my parents approve of that choice."

he simply places his arm around her middle to press her as close as she felt comfortable to be. "i love you, tri'ama."

"i love you too, malavai."

#swtor #oc #original character #swtor oc #swtor fanfiction #malavai quinn #female sith warrior #tri'ama amarillis-quinn #darth tri'ama amarillis-quinn #darth amarillis-quinn #female sith warrior/malavai quinn

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awryen-nyx · 5 years ago

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Ragey thoughts on TRoS

Everything will be under a cut so I won’t spoil things.

First off, how the FUCK, no, WHEN THE FUCK, did 3PO have the Forbidden Sith language added to his library?! He was either with Anakin (TPM) or Padmé (AotC, RotS), then he was with the Organa family until Leia went to go get the Death Star Plans and he went to Luke (ANH). Unless it was added into his memory banks in ESB after they’d all been capyured, but I still don’t see HOW.

WHEN? When was that even ADDED? Because, little Ani would have NEVER added in that language (kid wouldn’t have known it). So unless in an episode of TCW where 3PO was kidnapped, this happened, there’s no reliable ANYTHING to even suggest he would have had that language as part of his programming.

Second: Why in the EVERLOVING FUCK would an ancient Sith dagger SOMEHOW MATCH a VERY SPECIFIC spot of the WRECKED Death Star? KOINKY-DINK MUCH? That was SUCH a fucking ass pull.

Thrid: HOW THE FUCK DID PALPATINE SURVIVE AND THEN END UP ALL THE WAY OUT IN THE UNKNOWN REGIONS? And WHY was a totally made up planet created when you had KORRIBAN or DROMUND KAAS?! The home of the Sith my ASS. THAT IS KORRIBAN. And since you used the storms and lighting, THAT’S FUCKING DROMUND KASS GODDAMIT!!!! Or hell, that fucking planet that Bail Organa and Obi-Wan Kenobi were tricked into going to in Wild Space?! I MEAN JESUS CHRIST.

Everyone has gone over the whole drug running!Poe thing (ugh), Finn being sidelined into a joke agian because he can never tell Rey what he wants to say/he just yells her name like crazy again/he never learns his origins (lando would have been a good spot dude, jesus). Jannah was ok, but once again, a possible unnecessary LI for Finn when you have REY RIGHT THERE.

Rose was a foot note and Hux was just...the FUCK? Why wasn’t he in Pryde’s place? EXCUSE ME? And what was the POINT of having Dominic Monaghan in your movie if he DOESN’T DO ANYTHING?! Not to mention Snap Wexly ended up the fat guy getting killed again!!! *headdesk*

Also, HOW THE FUCK DID PALPS EVEN HAVE THE RESCOURCES TO BUILD THAT FUCKING FLEET?! I don’t even think he had that big of a fleet in the old Empire?

And then there’s Kylo. Look, I would have been fine with redemption if he’d started his journey towards it earlier. Either at the beginning of the film or in TLJ. Hell, I’ve already thought of a whole scenario that could have worked in TLJ that would have led HIM into being the Spy. You know, he play a Severus Snape like role? I mean, he would have been perfect for it!!! We have very few prominent characters who pull off that level of Double Agent and Kylo could have done that!!

(the idea is that, in a battle either between him and Rey or a battle between Rey and a much longed for family member triggers him into this weird uncomfortable feeling that Leia senses, and thus she finally does what she does in TRoS and instead of just connecting with him, she forces a “vision” onto him of him fighting his mother, with the New Republic falling apart around them and then he kills her which jolts him out of everything and starts to be remorseful of what all he allowed himself to be tricked into and thus starts his redemption path idk)

And don’t get me FUCKING STARTED on Rey being a pure Palpatine. I was all ready for her being PART Palps if her mother had been MARA JADE PALPATINE (instead of being a ward like character to Palps, she was ACTUALLY his daughter/granddaughter). Hell, the bait and switch could still have happened in TLJ with her being a pure Palpatine and that’s what Kylo tells her to throw her off and everything in his attempts to manipulate her into joinging him!! Hell make it even more impactful by having MARA JADE as one of the Knights of Ren!! She DID work for Palpatine and tried to kill Luke in the old canon, so, being brainwashed or controlled into working for Kylo/Snoke/Palps as a member of the Knights of Ren, I mean come on? Just SOMETHING.

And then in TRoS, you get the full deal that she IS Luke’s daughter and she ends up being the bridge to the light and dark by having the Palpatine blood and Skywalker blood in her. She’ll still harness the darker Force powers, but they don’t corrupt her, she’s still very emotional, but she’s a GOOD PERSON. She isn’t the sum of her blood as JJ tried and failed to correctly SHOW.

I have better ideas that I JUST CAME UP with here than what JJ threw at us and it connects us to TFA better and you still have some of what went on in TLJ (it’s not fully thought out, but more so than i thought).

I just...what a fucking WASTE.

And yes, Finn would play more of part, like ACTUALLY going after Rey in TLJ and in the confrontation with Palps, he’d be with her and Ben, using Luke’s old green lightsaber (Luke gave it to him after Rey runs off in TLJ), she uses Luke’s/Anakin’s lightsaber, and Ben uses his mothers, and the THREE OF THEM force back Palpatine’s lighting that ultimately destorys him.

Rey still dies, and both Ben and Finn bring her back.

This is the part where I’m unsure if I want Ben to still die or live and go on trial and then be exiled to travel the stars to atone for his wrongs.

I just...if I could write well and write chapter fics, I’d do this. But I can’t. So it’s all gonna sit in my head unless I can draw some of this out.

#rambling #star wars #the rise of skywalker spoilers #tros spoilers

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scionprotector · 6 years ago

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“Yes, I know there is a thunder storm happening. Yes I am going outside. No I’m not taking an umbrella. It obstructs my view!”

((Takes place… I dunno, some nebulous time during the chapters. After 9, clearly lol))

For a place as lush as Odessen was, it didn’t feel like it rained much. Whenever she looked outside, it seemed like the sun was always shining. Maybe it just rained all the time when she wasn’t looking…

But finally, she caught it. It wasn’t bad, just enough rain to be inconvenient to work taking place outside. Which meant it was perfect to go out in. She shed her jacket, folding it over the rail in the war room, just as a well-known voice rang out to her. She almost groaned; no offense to Lana, but she was the last person Vayllaa wanted to see right then.

“Commander, where are you going? I need to run some things by you.”

“Out!”

“’Out’? Out where? It’s raining outside!”

“Yes, I know! And yes, I’m going outside. And don’t try to change my mind!” She slipped out before Lana could protest further, disappearing down the hall past the training of the soldiers and disappearing through the door that would lead to her old ship. But she had little intention of boarding the Renegade on this afternoon.

Standing out on the bridge, she closed her eyes and raised her face up towards the sky, savoring the feel of the rain on her face. She was quite content to let herself get lost in the moment, letting the rain soak her through. It was some time before she heard someone approaching, familiar steps moving towards her. “It never rains indoors,” she explained as he approached, sighing softly as he slipped behind her to curl his arms around her waist. “Everyone was complaining about it on Dromund Kass, but it’s the one thing I liked about that trip… besides getting you to admit that you worried about me,” she quipped, smiling up at him even with her eyes still closed.

He leaned down to press a kiss between her lekku, hugging her close. She was always warm, but the rain had served to cool her a great deal. He doubted she was at risk of a cold, but he also knew that they couldn’t spend too much more time just standing in the rain. “I always worried about you. Your first missions were up against Sith; if anyone knows what it’s like fighting against them…” He sighed softly, his arms tightening around her instinctively. “…I wish I could be at your side more frequently. I know some of the others are better equipped for what you’re going up against, but—”

She cut him off then. “Oro?”

“…Yes?”

“Shut up and enjoy the rain, hm?”

He chuckled, lowering his head to settle atop hers as he hugged her tight. “Understood, Vay.”

It was good for the both of them, him enveloped around her, just getting a few moments of respite from the rest of the universe. They might have stayed there longer, if not for the sneeze she released, followed by a groan. “I guess we should go inside, huh?”

“Hmm… I have an idea.” He didn’t fully release her, withdrawing only to slip his hand into hers, squeezing her fingertips as he drew her away from the base and towards her ship. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“You know, I’m no more Force sensitive than you are, I’m not—”

“Step,” he interrupted, lifting her hand up and pausing in his own steps to guide her on the step upwards.

She couldn’t help but giggle, following his command. She could play along for now, letting him lead her up a series of steps to what could only be the Renegade. She hadn’t used it much since its return, finding the memories of her missing crew to be more impactful than she cared to admit. But once they were on board, the steps were second nature to her, and she scarcely needed him to tell her where they were going. “This is going to be so annoying to clean up,” she teased as they left a trail of water behind them.

“We’ll manage.”

It wasn’t too long before they were in her old quarters, Theron shutting the door behind her. “Keep them closed,” he said softly, before bringing his fingertips up to run down the length of her lekku.

“Oh!” Well then. Two could play at that game.

She opened her eyes then, ready to pounce at him, when instead, she found herself doubling over in laughter. “Oh Force! Oro, your hair.” No wonder he didn’t want to go back to base. His normally incredibly well-coiffed mohawk was utterly flat against his skull, parted in the middle as if the mountain atop his head had fissured and fractured in two. “Oh darling, no, this isn’t a good look.”

Theron smirked down at her as she approached him, her fingers running through his hair to at least comb it back out of his eyes. “Oh, I’m going to get you for that. Who said you could open your eyes?” He teased her, before closing the gap between them in a kiss that left them both hungry… and both forgetting the disaster on his head.

The rest of the evening was spent getting themselves warm again; just the two of them, no interruptions. It was precisely the sort of evening she needed… and frankly, Theron needed it, too. No frantic calls, nobody bursting in to make a decision. They agreed to do this more often, but sparingly. After all, they couldn’t drop off the face of Odessen everyday.

#Vayllaa Chronicles #Theron/Vayllaa #my SWTOR #repost with edit made #How could I forget his hair?!

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sithhoplite · 6 years ago

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Name: Lakadimos Marwil

Born: 3663 on Korriban, Sith Empire

Family: Father: Alastar Marwil (Darth Mortis)

Mother: Indran Marwil (Darth Kalma)

Siblings: Caitlin Marwil

Killian Marwil

Markus Marwil

Class: Juggernaut

Accolades: Imperial Dueling Champion, Battle for Taris, Battle of Leritor, Two successful Mid-Rim Campaigns, Commander of the 11th Imperial Legion, Commander of the 14th Infantry Brigade

Talents: Sarcasm, impulsiveness, loyalty, Master swords woman

Motto: “With your shield or on it” (Yes its Spartan but roll with it)

Background: Born in 3663 on Korriban to a slave mother and unknown father Lakadimos toiled in the slave pens of the Sith Academy until she was 7 years of age. An *redacted* incident led to her Force sensitivity being discovered and she was sent to the Sith Preparatory Academy in Dreshde. Not having any education Lakadimos struggled early but within two years began to excel academically. Her skills with a training blade were evident early and by age 10 she was put on a military track to hone her natural combat skills and aggression.

At age 14 she was transferred to the Sith Academy where she had once been a slave and continued to excel on the academic track she had been placed. A quick learner and avid reader when not training with her saber she could be found in the school library reading book and tomes or interacting with holocrons. The marks she received in her classes were nothing short of excellent and not on teacher had anything negative to say about her as a student.

She endured the taunts of her classmates who called her a “mothax” meaning mixed blood since her father is still unknown. Despite lashing out on occasion Lakadimos used the anger and excelled in her studies. In her final year she won the Academy Dueling Tournament before Darth Gravus took her as his apprentice.

She was involved in the successful removal of the Republic on Taris under the command of Darth Gravus and at some point became the permanent commander of the 11th Imperial Legion. After Taris was secured Lakadimos and Darth Gravus along with the 6th Imperial Fleet conquered Leritor.

At age 22 Lakadimos became the third youngest single blade dueling champion in history defeating Lord Eton and etching her name in history and earning the title of Lord.

A *redacted* occurred on Leritor where the *redacted* and she was recalled to Dromund Kass. Upon the findings of the inquest Lakadimos was cleared of all charges. One year later at age 25 she was formally adopted into the family of Darth Mortis with all the privileges and expectations that comes with that.

Not resting, Lakadimos has added to her martial glory by leading the 11th in two separate Mid-Rim campaigns that have brought new worlds into the Empire. At age 28 her rise through the ranks of the Sith has been rapid and is expected to continue. With her impressive resume of battlefield victories and the backing of her powerful family it is only a matter of time before she is granted the title of Darth and possibly one day a seat on the Dark Council.

File Update: In 3633 Lakadimos, aged 30, married Andriy Nokiv in a lavish ceremony. The following year in 3632 she gave birth to her first child Dimitri Yuri Alastar Nokiv. Was given command of the 14th Imperial Infantry brigade in 3631 taking part in the Second Battle of Ord Pardron. This battle was a route of the Imperial Forces and as of now Lord Lakadimos is stationed on Leritor as the 57th and 35th Imperial Armies rebuild.

#Lord Lakadimos #Background #and her birthday #go me

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dingoat · 7 years ago

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The Right Way | Part Five

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In the timeline where Crow turned right, Commander Kaleb finally lead the boarding party onto what was quickly earning a reputation as a ghost ship. Damaged as it was, it had taken nearly three days merely to set up a safe point of passage, but finally they were able to investigate the wreckage where a terrible accdident had been rumoured to have claimed the entire crew and all its passengers. The ship was in a shocking state; foul and fetid, torn to pieces from the inside, infested with genetically modified ship rats that had devoured the crew, and then taken to devouring one another. Unrecognisable hunks of what used to be people, bloody stains from where the almost-dead had dragged themselves about, were all that remained. It was like something from a horror-holo.

A single survivor was pulled from the mess; a nine year old girl, shaking and crying, wrapped in bandages she’d made from the torn clothing of the other passengers, starving and terrified.

“We could just leave her,” one of the men suggested, as they debated what to do with the young Chiss. “Let the job be finished…”

He received a firm smack on the jaw. “We’re here to clean up the mess House Agamar created, not be a part of their…” Kaleb wrinkled his nose with distaste, and shook his head rather than finish the sentence. “We can’t take her anywhere she might talk and actually be believed. Nobody wants any attention drawn to this particularly nasty little bit of biological warfare. But she’s earned her shot at life, I think, even if we can’t allow her a voice. We’ll take her home, but she’ll have to fend for herself amongst those without homes. Perhaps in time, she’ll forget…”

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In the timeline where Crow turned left, Commander Kaleb finally lead the boarding party onto what was quickly earning a reputation as a ghost ship.

It was his first mission since the incident, and the sight of the rat-eaten remains of good Chiss men and women twisted at his stomach, where once he’d have known nothing but cold resolve.

When the nine year old girl was pulled from her hiding place, Kaleb felt his knees buckle slightly. He didn’t see any of her strangeness; the sunlight blonde of her hair, the way her eyes carried a vague luminescence. All he saw was his own daughter, lost so recently at the hands of that lone idiot spacer that had dared attack his cruiser. The musings and mutterings of the boarding party as they discussed what to do with the girl were dead to him, as he crouched down to her level, gentle and reassuring. “What’s your name, dear?” He asked, with the same tone he used to use to coax little Kassi back to sleep after a bad dream.

She mumbled something incomprehensible, and he set a hand to her cheek, lifting her grubby face. “It’s alright. You’re not alone any more. I’d just like to know what to call you..”

“Kassandra,” she said, with just enough clarity to be understood.

It was all over for Kaleb. “Kass,” he whispered, and it was as though his own daughter had come back to him from the dead. His heart, aching with the void that the loss of his own Kassi had created, suddenly felt like it could mend again.

“We could just leave her…” one of the men suggested, stepping over to try and bring Kaleb back into the discussion.

Commander Merrik’al’ebbens stood abruptly, sweeping the girl into his arms and punching the man square in the nose, sending him reeling back and bloodied. “She’s staying with me,” he snarled, drawing tall, glaring at the rest of the boarding party as though daring them to suggest otherwise. “Kassandra isn’t going anywhere but with me.”

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In the timeline where Crow turned left, Kassandra grew up under the doting care of House Merrik. Though she never forgot what had happened on the ghost ship those fateful days, she was given the space and treatment to work through her trauma, and eventually the friendly, curious girl she’d been began to re-emerge. Clever, courteous, and ever grateful for the second chance she’d been given by her adoptive father, Kassandra excelled in school, and had a wealth of opportunity presented to her as she grew. Always, though, she found herself turning back to the calling that she’d felt stirred at a very young age, stirred by the way she’d been pulled from the wreckage of a dead ship. She wanted to give back to the galaxy. She wanted to help those unfortunate souls who’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Suffered a cruel stroke of fate. Been born on the wrong end of the district. Kassandra turned her eyes not only to her own people, but to a suffering galaxy at large.

Over the years, she earned herself a reputation as a compassionate welfare worker in many sectors of the galaxy. The wider she travelled, the more horrors of the galaxy she was exposed to, the more determined she became to see real change in her lifetime. She began to attend rallies and protests, fighting for the basic rights of those who weren’t allowed a voice. Eventually, she began to organize and lead them.

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In the timeline where Crow turned right, Kassandra never gave any of the homeless Chiss around her her name. She didn’t speak to any of them for a long time, and it was only by the strange mercy of one of the thuggish gang leaders that she was given enough scrapings of food to survive, in those early days.

“C’mon, how old are you, at least?” One of the other street kids probed for the thousandth time, and eventually, for whatever reason, she chose that day to find her voice.

“Nine.”

“Ha! Nine! Well, that’s something at least. C’mon then. East Copperbell Street bakery’s gonna be turfing their leftovers in the next half hour. See if we can get our hands on the best stuff…”

In the timeline where Crow turned right, Nines grew up rough. From gang member to gang leader, she climbed the ranks, accumulating power, slowly learning from repeated experience that every time she wasn’t in charge, people died. She fought for power, to keep and hold it, determined to keep control. From gang leader to veritable revolutionary amongst the Csillan slums, until she had enough government attention turned her way that not only was she finally captured and brought in, but her value was recognised by the Sith Empire itself.

What may have been an execution instead became a career in Imperial Intelligence.

Nines learned, again and again, that if she didn’t want people she cared about to die, she needed to be in control. She saw incompetence everywhere she went; wasted lives, a callous disregard for vital skills where Darths and Moffs took petty, personal offence to one another. She burned with the need to be at the head of every operation she was involved with.

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So, I’ve lifted a lot from a piece @humanrevolt wrote a little while back regarding Nines’ background, since there’s not much point re-inventing the wheel! Of course, I’ve taken things a little sideways for the alternate timeline which is pretty much the whole point of this ridiculous and very distracting writing exercise. I have no idea how many of you out there have actually been following this thing, but thank you, if you are! Seriously. <3

#writing #swtor #star wars #swtor fic #swtor writing #nines #other people's ocs #the right way #this thing is way longer than I anticipated it would be

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