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[serenxanthe]

After Ziost, a SWTOR Story

Part 5 (Chapters 10 - 12): The Final Part - In which Theron makes a decision.

Part 1 is here.

Part 2 is here.

Part 3 is here.

Part 4 is here.

Chapter 10

Theron didn’t get in a taxi back outside Satele’s place, it’s not like he had anywhere he needed to be, let alone wanted to be. He wandered the streets aimlessly for what seemed like days, but was probably only a few hours.

The pain in his feet from the unaccustomed amount of walking he’d done brought Theron back out of himself and he looked around. Somehow he was standing outside Seren’s apartment, their apartment for a short amount of time almost four years ago. 

He knew she’d bought it from the original landlord a couple of years ago, and they’d talked about spending some quality time here together, for old time’s sake, but somehow they’d never found the time to do so. Now they never would. Theron hesitated then tried the old code they’d used back then. Somehow he was unsurprised when it worked, and the door slid open. 

“Welcome home, Theron Shan.” the automated security system intoned, responding to his bioscan, and Theron suppressed a sob. Gritting his teeth to prevent tears, Theron walked around the apartment. Seren had kept the decor pretty much the same as he remembered, but it seemed like she’d added more bits and pieces, what looked like momentos from her travels around the galaxy, and some beautiful art. 

He sat down on the sofa in the sitting room, trying to remember the evenings they’d spent together here, happy; enjoying each other’s company, wrapped up in each other and the all-encompassing excitement and passion of a new relationship. 

Against his will, Theron’s mind drifted to the last night he’d spent on this sofa. Alone, drunk, unaccountably angry with Seren for absolutely no good reason, before he’d abandoned her without a word to head off-planet in pursuit of Zho, his old Master. The first of many times he’d sabotaged their relationship, only to be subsequently forgiven. 

He’d told his father, just that afternoon, although it felt like a lifetime ago, that he’d do better at showing Seren how much he loved her. Now he never would.

Theron couldn’t stay on that sofa any longer and he got up and went into the bedroom, hoping he’d be able to focus on the good memories better in there. He looked around, it was pretty much as he remembered, bar the tasteful planetary memorabilia.

Something else was new on Seren’s bedside table. He looked more closely, there were two holo pictures in expensive looking frames. 

He picked one up; it was a copy of the picture the guy with the cam had taken of them during their date at Skytower. She must have gone back to purchase the file at some point. He hadn’t known. He looked at it. They looked great; dressed up in their best clothes, so young, so shiny; but what really stood out was how happy they looked, how in love. And he had already loved her then, even though it was years before he admitted that to himself, let alone her. 

The other holo picture was, wait, was that Taris of all places? They were cuddled together in an empty refugee tent, one of the moments they’d snatched together during his pursuit of Master Zho and Seren’s of the Imperial spymaster Watcher One.

He remembered now; Seren had been showing him her new probe droid, BX-23, Theron laughing at her, jokingly accusing her of picking tech on the basis that it came in her favourite colour of green. Seren had got it, or ‘him’ as she  insisted on calling the droid, to take a still of them cuddling on a camp bed, clothes and faces grubby from the swampy mud of Taris, but still smiling. He’d never seen the result, but at some point Seren must have had the file converted to a holo picture and framed.

Theron confronted an uncomfortable possibility. Had Seren really loved him more than he loved her, like Jace had implied? He’d thought they were on the same page all along, but… Theron thought about all the times he’d seen Seren swallow her words, or pretend that she hadn’t seen the negative reaction on his face to any mention of too much commitment, too much intensity of feeling. He’d been grateful that she understood and regulated her own responses, he thought, disgusted with himself.

Had it taken her… death for him to realise that she was the centre of his galaxy? Not the Republic, not the SIS; her. His beloved. 

Theron kicked his boots off, shrugged out of his jacket, and lay down on what had been his side of the bed. Still clutching the holo picture of them on Taris, he grabbed Seren’s pillow and curled into it. He didn’t expect for one moment that he’d be able to sleep, but somehow he slept almost instantly; his body worn out by shock and grief.

Chapter 11

The trilling of his communicator woke Theron at 6am. Probably Satele or Jace calling to check he was ‘safe’, he thought. His head was pounding like he’d drunk a bottle of whisky last night, even though he hadn’t touched a drop in days.

Theron rolled off the bed and headed into the kitchen, hoping there was still caf making equipment and supplies here. There was a huge shiny top of the range caf machine and Theron sighed in relief. But wait, it wasn’t the one that had been here when the apartment had been leased. Seren didn’t drink caf, but she must have bought it… the realisation sent another stab of intense pain to his heart; she’d bought it for him, in anticipation of him finding the time to stay here with her. Because gods forbid I’d bother to make the time, right? he berated himself bitterly.

His communicator was still trilling, why wouldn’t they just leave him alone? He gave in and answered it. Theron was astonished to see Director Trant standing there, looking harassed.

“Shan, I need you in the office straight away this morning.” Trant said without preamble, or even a greeting.

“What?” Theron said, “What do you mean?”

Trant sighed impatiently. “Obviously you’re reinstated, Theron.” he told him. “We need every agent working round the clock to counter this new threat, and Saresh agreed you’ve been punished enough now for Ziost and the Sixth Line.”

He’d been reinstated? Just like that. Theron didn’t know how he’d expected to feel hearing the news he’d been hoping for, plotting to achieve, for the past two months, but it wasn’t this. He felt nothing. “Sure, Director.” he said, “I’ll be in soon.”

The Director snorted, “By soon, you’d better not mean two hours later this time, Theron!” Marcus suddenly realised what he’d said; having spotted where Theron was standing, properly looked at the expression on his face. 

“I’m sorry about Seren.” Marcus told Theron with genuine, if belated, sympathy. “I know she meant a lot to you.”

The blank expression on Theron’s face was instantly replaced by one of anger. “She meant a lot to me? My girlfriend of years, the only person I’ve ever loved, meant a lot to me? 

Trant held his hand out to Theron in apology, “Theron I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply…”

Theron interrupted him angrily, “She meant, she means, everything to me, Director. Everything. In fact, yeah, you know what? Screw your job, I don’t care. I resign.”

Trant felt a flash of anger himself. “If that’s really true, Theron, why weren’t you on that flagship too? Why did you spend the last two months here on Coruscant begging for your job back instead of out in wild space with her?” 

Theron’s face had gone white with shock, but Marcus didn’t relent. “If you need to tell yourself that she meant literally everything to you, that you don’t care about your job at all, to make yourself feel better, less guilty, then fine; whatever. But do it in your own time, and in the meantime get into the office like I said. The SIS, and the Republic, need you.”

Theron said nothing, just cut the call and switched off his communicator. He could feel a call coming in via his implants. Trant again. He bit down to sever the connection.

Theron spent the morning wandering the streets and back alleys of Coruscant again. He didn’t have a plan, a destination in mind, but the exercise, and the endless need for caution traversing the dangerous gang lands in parts of Coruscant at least provided some sort of distraction from his misery. Was he looking for a fight? For an excuse to take his rage, his grief, out on some lowlife? Theron considered; maybe.

Suddenly, another notification came through on Theron’s implants. The Defender was seeking permission to land at the Jedi dock here on Coruscant.

Of course! The journey back to the core from wild space was long. If they’d been travelling through hyperspace this whole time, they’d have been unable to use comms. Maybe Seren was on board! Maybe it hadn’t been her voice ordering the evacuation just before the ship was destroyed, this Corporal barely knew her after all! Theron stuck out his hand and hailed one of the taxis whizzing past overhead and headed to the spaceport to meet the Defender. 

Please let her be on board. Theron begged desperately inside his own head. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll never leave her side again. Ever.

Chapter 12

The Defender’s crew was disembarking as Theron arrived at the landing pad. He couldn’t see Seren. Maybe she’s still inside? He reasoned desperately to himself. He knew, he knew, that that wasn’t true, but he wanted to cling on to that last desperate glimmer of hope for a few more moments.

Kira suddenly turned and spotted him, probably having sensed him through the Force, he realised, and her face tightened, red-rimmed eyes narrowing as she regarded him. She nudged Doc, the first time Theron had ever seen her touch the man. He and the rest of the crew turned to regard Theron, none of them speaking.

Kira broke the silence, “Come to get your ship? That was fast.” 

Her voice was harsh with suppressed rage, and her words made no sense to Theron. 

Kira must have seen the confusion in his face, as she continued, “You’re the sole beneficiary of her will. Didn’t you know?” She suddenly swept into a low exaggerated bow, “Welcome to your new ship, your lordship, I’m sorry we didn’t have time to clean the floors.” Her grief made her usual sardonic sarcasm excoriatingly vicious.

Theron physically flinched when he understood what she was telling him. He unconsciously stepped back, holding up his hands in denial. “I don’t want her ship Kira, I want…” he swallowed then continued shakily, “Are you… sure? I mean, did you see..?”

“No we didn’t see, but if you think we didn’t go back to check, didn’t look for her? How fucking… dare you?” Kira broke off and looked away, blinking back tears.

Theron was visibly close to tears himself, but Doc had no sympathy for him, given how he’d treated Seren after Ziost. “Still…” he drawled, “at least now you’ll be able to focus on your job.”

Theron swallowed a gasp of shock at the horrible truth of Doc’s jibe, but unfortunately for him, Doc wasn’t finished yet.

“At least you’ll be able to keep working for the SIS rather than joining Seren to raise your child on the Defender.” Doc said.

Theron was unable to formulate a thought, let alone a response, for several moments. 

“A child?” he eventually said angrily, “What child? Seren’s not… she wasn’t pregnant, she would have told me. And why the hells would she confide in you anyway?”

“She didn’t confide in me, genius! I’m her… I was her doctor.” Doc told Theron.

“She did confide in me, Theron, and it’s true.” Kira’s tone of voice was calmer and more even now, but it certainly wasn’t kind. “That’s why she asked you to join her on the Defender, not so you could be her sidekick.” 

Theron flinched again at the reminder of what he’d said to Seren, how he’d spoken to her.

“And thanks for the insight into your level of respect for the rest of us who did decide to join her crew, I guess.” finished Kira.

Theron’s head was swimming with shock, he hardly heard Kira’s jibe. “But why didn’t she tell me?” he said forlornly.

Kira gave a short bitter laugh, then said, “You know what else she confided in me about Theron? How she felt having to beg her boyfriend to show the tiniest bit of care that she almost died on Ziost, the tiniest bit of affection. You couldn’t even be bothered to stick around on Carrick Station long enough to go for a quick drink with her! When was she supposed to tell you? And how do you think that conversation would have gone, anyway?” 

Kira shook her head and spoke into Theron’s silence, “You know what? Doc’s right, Seren being gone is going to work out better for you. For your career. Now, unless you want the ship, I think you should go. There’s nothing for you here, and we’re needed for a meeting at the Senate.”

Theron looked at Seren’s crew, her ‘sidekicks’ as he’d so dismissively put it; Kira and Doc visibly grieving, Scourge and Rusk staring at him with impassive stoicism, and turned to leave. As he did so he heard a mournful series of beeps from T7. The astromech wheeled over to him, and somehow Theron somehow found himself crouching down to the droid and patting him comfortingly, blinking back tears. 

“T7 go with spy. T7 rejoin SIS. T7 + spy = find who killed Jedi.” 

Theron looked up questioningly at Kira.

She shrugged, “T7 is his own droid as far as I’m concerned, and like I told you, he’s your property now; everything is.”

Minutes later, Theron found himself in a taxi, T7 at his side. He took a deep breath, switched on his communicator, programmed in Director Trant’s frequency, and hit connect. He would find out who had killed Seren, and then he’d make them pay.

[chaos-enchanted]

It’s a shame we never got to have companion comments for the SoR expansions. I mean I get why (especially when whoever my character has gotten with in the class story gets immediately cuckholded by the time I see Lana or Theron). But like, there’s so many companions I imagine would have some funny/memorable moments in SoR, the most obvious probably being Scourge, but also: - Tharan meeting Theron

- Talos absolutely losing his mind with excitement in Yavin (I know he does during the Alliance recruitment quest but still)

- Doc being disgusted yet intrigued by the Selkath experiments (he’d probably steal some tech if he can though, same with Tharan)

- The absolute drama that would go down between Jakarro and Qyzen (tbh you’d probably have to break up that fight)

- Someone (probably Theron) commenting on the smell from being stuck in a room with both Bowdaar AND Jakarro

- Kaliyo would probably just straight up quit, and if not I think she’d at least enjoy using the turret in the Rishi fp (same with Tanno Vik)

- Torian and Akaavi would also have an absolute whale of a time going after the Revanites

- Andronikos being pretty much at home on Rishi (he would 100000% enjoy the whole pirate ruse and definitely the outfit)

I know there are a heap of others and I’d love to hear what you think should also be added to the list!

[squirrel-art]

Had the absolute privilege of blobbing Doc with @sealeneee's Katona. These two are so cute, I can't get over them!

[finchmarie]

Just a soft lil doodle of my much loved Jedi Knight Winter and her dumb ass husband.

[sullustangin]

New Fic!

Summary: As Eva continues to recover and rebuild herself, her first off-world missions are on the docket. Questions swirl around the fate of Port Nowhere and its crew: can it be recovered? If it can, Eva questions whether she or PN will remain with the Alliance for long, as her first birthday post-carbonite approaches.

Opening scene:

“Trust in the Force all you want, but make sure you know how to count,” Doc told Norwan as he spun his blaster once to cool it, then holstered it, smirking at the very nice shot he’d made.

Norwan tried to check a smile in the grim din of Corellia.  “They do teach basic mathematics at the Temple.”

 “I’d suggest a statistics class – many practical applications, including translating Rusk.”  Doc easily volleyed that right back at him, and Norwan felt the hot red blush on his cheeks --

Eva Corolastor shut her eyes and opened them again. 

The light, made hazy by dust and smoke, filled her vision before her eyes adjusted to the reflective surfaces on the buildings around her.  She smelled and tasted that tang of spent ozone.  Eva sat on top of a building ledge that wasn’t too far from crumbling now.   It had been hit by a bombardment, but not enough to collapse the roof or make the walls cave.  She gazed down at the ruined city that seemingly hadn’t changed in five years.

She knew that Coronet City had changed since the Imperial invasion, but Virtue’s Thief and her scanners had been in dry dock for awhile.  “I think he’s trying to reach me.”

Her companion in this holo simulation turned to her.  “Norwan again?”

Eva nodded at Theron Shan.  “This time with Archie – Doc Kimble.  They were here – well, there.”  Eva pointed down at a specific spot in the street, the sign for the zoo flickering on and off.  “I think Sana-Rae got it – Norwan is trying to reach me, but you-know-who is blocking the connection.”

“You wouldn’t have the connection without the Emperor anyway,” Theron said, his voice a little tired and flat.

Eva gave him a side-wise look before returning her eyes to the surprisingly realistic holos of animals in the streets, just they had been there five years before.  “Wasn’t the Hero of Tython a powerful Jedi who could appear to anyone he damn well pleased?”  A beat, no response from Theron.  “If half of Revan could do it on Yavin, I don’t see why Norwan – whole and undivided - couldn’t pay me a visit.” 

Theron still did not reply.  He didn’t add, “But the Emperor is more powerful anyway.”    They both knew that. 

Then Theron did speak.  “So at the end, he was …?”

“Free.  The Force set him free.”

“That sounds rather Sithy.”

“He said it was the only part of their creed that was absolutely true.” 

[reliciron]

SWTOR + text posts - part 4

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

[hoiist]

I got a very cute commission from @spindlewit of Vii and Doc with T7

[lanabenikosdoormat]

random textposts + swtor companions that i think fit them

[0alix0]

stop being cowards bioware embrace the gay

[miraluking-respectfully]

How Tall are the SWTOR Boyfriends?

This was written some months ago, but the Theron Height Poll has inspired me to actually post it.

Basing my metrics around 1) the average male height in the USA where I live (5'9" or 1.75m, according to google) 2) what would be funniest or cutest when matched to their personalities and dynamics with the player character. Bear in mind: I am not operating under the assumption that being a short man is something to be ashamed of (it isn't in the real world and it isn't in Star Wars), but some of the husbands in this video game have personalities that are...enhanced by engaging in a little playful stereotyping. You'll see what I mean.

Jorgan: 5'11-6'/~1.8m, hovering somewhere in the above average range. It makes him more intimidating to the average private who makes the mistake of getting his attention, but by the same token, more charming when he warms up to the Trooper and proves himself just a big fuzzy kitty. With a big fuzzy sniper rifle

Andronikos: 5'6ish, 5'7ish (~1.7m), hard to tell because he slouches. He only really stands up straight when he's trying to be a big tough guy

Quinn: 5'7"/1.7018m. No ambiguity because his posture is perfect. Alternate Interpretation: However tall your SW is, he is exactly 6 centimeters shorter. Come Here Elbow Rest

Doc: 5'4"/1.6m. No, not because I think his womanizing personality is him "overcompensating"; in fact Doc's height is only ever an advantage in his romantic conquests. He comes on so strong that him being particularly tall might be intimidating. But nah, he's just a little birthday boy, so the hot people in his orbit let their guard down, allowing him to get in close and hit 'em with a pickup line related to his medical expertise. Being small also means he's harder to hit when helping retrieve wounded resistance fighters from the battlefield #BalmorraForever

Felix: 5'11"/~1.8m, he gets an ABOVE AVERAGE height bc he is an ABOVE AVERAGE husband can I get an AMEN

Torian: You ever met a high school freshman and been fucking shocked that children are allowed to be so enormous? The kid's like, 14 years old and shot up like two feet over the summer, and it feels illegal? That's Torian. He's 19 and he's been 6'2"/~1.87m for the past five and a half years, but he's still a little gangly and the only reason he knows how to control his extremely long limbs is he's literally a trained fighter. Alternate Interpretation: If your BH is taller than 5'10, he's 5'10 exactly

Corso: 6'/1.82m. I know I just said negative associations around short men don't exist in The Galaxy Far Far Away, but Corso seems like the kind of guy who would somehow independently develop a complex about his height, if he was short. The fact he doesn't means he must be tall

Vector: God, I really wanted to make him on the shorter side of average to pair with his mild-mannered personality and contrast the more unusual elements of his speech and his eyes, but his sleek character design makes him feel tall when I'm looking at him. He's also the only LI I've drawn beside one of my characters, and I just sort of unconsciously made him tall because my agent is kind of short, and it looked appealing. Results inconclusive; some boyfriends can grow as tall as starships while others can be as small as mites

Arcann: 5'8"/1.72m. (Thexan was 5'9")

Theron: No taller than 5'9"/1.75m. Theron seems like a pretty normal guy when you meet him, until he reveals himself to be an insane little freak (affectionate), so giving him the most Average Height Possible feels correct.

Koth: However tall Lana is, Koth is exactly 2 cm shorter.

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk. I encourage spirited debate in the replies. Girl LI Height Opinions still percolating

[boomboxwithlegs]

This is from like 4 years ago but I never posted it and I still think Abt it

[melsilurian]

[zephhhhh]

swtor secret santa for @lordbarroomdoor! hope you like it!

w/ a bonus bc i misread the prompt and just drew them chilling instead of during a ceremony

[sullustangin]

"Tumbling, End over End," a chapter from The Taste of Ashes

Rating: M

Pairing: ......

Quick quote:

Marr finally clued her in on his exact issue with her.  “The Hutt data you scraped showed that one of their far satellites had detected… something in this frequency and amplitude range.  But it is fragmentary.  Nothing more.”  Marr stabbed at the image, his finger passing through it. “You need to find more.  Now.”

“I’m on R&R.”  Eva flatly refused him. 

A lick of static curled her hair as it shot past her and blackened the door.  “I will not repeat myself.  Go about your job.” 

Eva kept her eyes on the pattern.  “I’m an independent contractor – I don’t keep Imp business hours or any do any overtime for any job – pay to play, Marr.  Which is what I should be doing downstairs – hope my buddy didn’t kark up my pazaak hand.”

“You—”

“Besides, I already got what you’re looking for.”  From some hidden compartment that fit into an impossibly small dress, Eva pulled out a palm-sized data pad.  “Little present from a friend in the Hutt Cartel.”  She haphazardly tossed the device on the table, after she synched its projection to the private Club Vertica signal; it wasn’t the first time she���d had a business meeting back here.

Marr stared at her offering.  “You withheld.”

“I didn’t know it’d be relevant,” Eva retorted.  “You had specific parameters – this fell outside of them until today.  And don’t even ask me about my source.  I don’t stay in business if I get my associates killed.” 

Marr seemed rooted to the spot as his mask contemplated the signal’s path and place of origin.  “Wild Space.  Beyond the known stars.” 

[isaac-clarke]

Bruce Campbell from Star Wars, idk I never played it. Mixed media alcohol markers, color pencils, black ink, goauche paint