#Female Jedi Consular/Lana Beniko

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lana Beniko/Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor Characters: Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Senya Tirall, Valkorion | The Immortal Emperor, Arcann (Star Wars), Vaylin (Star Wars), Lana Beniko, Theron Shan, Koth Vortena, Thexan (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Mother-Daughter Relationship, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Consular Storyline Spoilers (Star Wars: The Old Republic) Series: Part 1 of The Barsen'thor Summary:

Sedra Tirall was born 3 years after her older brothers, Arcann and Thexan. She did not live even minutes after her own birth.

Opal Bianta was given to the Jedi several days after her birth, with a startling connection to the Force. Her family was unknown and she didn't care to find out anything about them.

That sentiment remained the same throughout her time with the Jedi, even after becoming Barsen'thor of the Order. However, she may not have a choice.

[callmeaiden]

MY SWTOR OCs The Main Eight (so all of the classes):

JEDI KNIGHT: IKAR

FULL NAME: Ikar Qu’ali; RACE: Mirialan; BIRTH: 20/03/3666 BBY; Gus Talon (moon of Corellia); SEXUALITY: Pansexual and Polyamorous; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender  Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 190 cm/6’2.8”; WEIGHT: 88 kg/194 lbs; TRAITS: - diligent; - honest; - open-minded; - judgemental; - confrontational; - disrespectful;

BACKSTORY: Ikar was a son of two Jedi Knights, and from his mother's side, he was a part of a powerful force sensitive family (similar to Shan family, but less influential). Until he was fourteen, he did not know who his parents were. Shortly after he found out, his father died, and young Ikar started to be pulled towards the Dark Side. Fortunately, his mother's former master took him as his pupil, and Ikar stayed in the Light, but with a new perspective that did not fully match with the Jedi Order principles.

COMBAT STYLE: Guardian; WEAPON: Grantek F-11D Lightsaber, with farmhand blue colour crystal; length: hilt - 30 cm/11.8 in; blade - 95 cm/3’1.4” ROMANCE: Kira Carsen and Lord Scourge (as a polycule marriage), and Teraac Kallig (other oc) TRIVIA: - likes to climb mountains; - has a perfect poker face; - loves to drink Corellian Brandy;

JEDI CONSULAR: ZSIRA

FULL NAME: Zsira Nazo; RACE: Human; BIRTH: 05/07/3665 BBY; Undercity, Nar Shaddaa; SEXUALITY: Homosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender  Female; She/Her; HEIGHT: 163 cm/5’4”; WEIGHT: 55 kg/121 lbs; TRAITS: - empathetic; - kind; - temperate; - workaholic; - inflexible; - perfectionist;

BACKSTORY: Zsira was a daughter of a smuggler and a former Jedi. When she was five, her mother was kidnapped and later killed by the Imperial Intelligence, because of her past affiliations with the Jedi Order. After it happened the Order became interested in her family, and since Zsira was force sensitive, they took her for training.

COMBAT STYLE: Sage; WEAPON: Descendant’s Heirloom Saber, with mint green colour crystal and Gravity Anomaly tuning; length: hilt - 30 cm/11.8 inch; blade - 90 cm/2’11” ROMANCE: Lana Beniko; TRIVIA: - loves poetry (except free verse); - has frequent headaches from all the shielding and the Lord Vivicar stuff; - reads badly written romances as a guilty pleasure; - has autism;

SMUGGLER: NAERIC

FULL NAME: Naeric Nazo; RACE: Human; BIRTH: 05/Fos/3669 BBY; Undercity, Nar Shaddaa; SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender  Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 172 cm/5’7.7”; WEIGHT: 82 kg/180 lbs; TRAITS: - great sense of humor; - empathetic; - canny; - cheeky; - irresponsible; - cynical;

BACKSTORY: Naeric, unlike his sister, did not inherit his mother's force abilities. He was left on Nar Shaddaa with his father, and quickly learnt the ways of a smuggler from him. When Nearic was fourteen, his paternal uncle was captured by a gang, because of his debts, and Naeric and his father were quick to the rescue. This unfortunately did not end well, and Naeric’s father ended up dead, meaning Naeric had to quickly grow up if he wanted to survive in the harsh galaxy.

COMBAT STYLE: Gunslinger; WEAPONs:  Attuned Targeter’s Blaster Pistol with yellow colour and Damaged Weapon tuning; Provenance with yellow colour crystal and Volatile Weapon tuning; ROMANCE: Risha Drayen; TRIVIA: - his left arm was cut off, so now he has fully mechanical one; - is in possession of  his mother lightsaber and uses it sometimes; - plays guitar and even had his own band once; - has ADHD;

TROOPER: IANOC

FULL NAME: Ianoc Harski; RACE: Human; BIRTH: Republic Day/05/3667 BBY; Galactic City, Coruscant; SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender  Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 188 cm/6’2”; WEIGHT: 95 kg/209 lbs; TRAITS: - hardworking; - ambitious; - loyal; - prejudicial; - aggressive; - selfish;

BACKSTORY: Ianoc was born into a military family. Both his parents and paternal grandparents were soldiers, he however was the first to be in special forces. His parents died in the same battle, when he was ten years old, and since then, he and his brother (also soldier), were under their grandfather's strict care.

COMBAT STYLE: Vanguard; WEAPON: Czerka CZX-4 Blaster Rifle, with orange colour crystal and Galactic Command tuning; ROMANCE: Elara Dorne; TRIVIA: - loves watching soccer and float-wrestling; - allergic to almonds; - very knowledgeable about plants (is a plant dad);

SITH WARRIOR: ASHA

FULL NAME: Asha’tyûk Derriphan; RACE: Sith Pureblood; BIRTH: 35/05/3665 BBY; Kaas City, Dromund Kaas; SEXUALITY: Bisexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender  Female;She/Her; HEIGHT: 180 cm/5’10.8”; WEIGHT: 88 kg/194 lbs; TRAITS: - clever; - persistent; - ambitious; - cynical; - cruel; - uncooperative;

BACKSTORY: Asha was born into a family that holds high status in the Empire. A sole heir to both the fortune and the power, one might think that Asha had a wonderful upbringing and fantastic perspectives. However, as it often is with the Sith, Asha’s childhood was far from ideal, and full of hate and violence. Training her almost to death, Asha’s father wanted to make sure that his only child would bring their family even more power and glory, and Asha, even though she did not like it, was ready to make her father proud.

COMBAT STYLE: Juggernaut; WEAPON: Orditech F7 Lightsaber, with pink/red colour crystal; length: hilt - 40 cm/1’3.7”; blade - 110 cm/3’7.3” ROMANCE: Vette; TRIVIA: - laughs while watching horrors; - gym rat; - is surprisingly a good dancer;

SITH INQUISITOR: TERAAC

FULL NAME: Teraac Kallig; RACE: Human; BIRTH: 02/Fol/3670 BBY; Korriban; SEXUALITY: Pansexual and Polyamorous; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Agender; He/They/It; HEIGHT: 164 cm/5’4.5”; WEIGHT: 59 kg/130 lbs; TRAITS: - intelligent; - calm; - open-minded; - sarcastic; - cynical; - disrespectful;

BACKSTORY: Teraac was born as a slave, and inherited the force abilities from his mother's side. When Teraac was six years old, their father was taken off-world, and he was left alone with his mother. For most of its life as a slave he was very rebellious, but at the same time he knew how to get some favors from guards, and used them to protect their mom. When he was twenty seven, a group of slaves, including him and his mother, decided to rebel and break free, unfortunately they failed at this task, and most of them died. Teraac, wanting to save his mother, uncontrollably used the force, and after guards and Siths saw that, it was taken for training.

COMBAT STYLE: Sorcerer; WEAPON: Onderonian Force-Lord’s Lightsaber, with magenta-white colour crystal; non in-game he has the same type of lightsaber as Cal Kestis; length: hilt - 28 cm/11 inch for one half, 56 cm/1’10” for the whole hilt; blade - 95 cm/3’1.4” for both blades; ROMANCE: Ashara Zavros, and Ikar Qu’ali (the Jedi Knight oc); TRIVIA: - left handed; - cannot swim; - aside from the scars on the face, he has a lot of other scars and symbols on his whole body, some even were burned on his skin;

BOUNTY HUNTER: XIAAN

FULL NAME: Xiaan Blankuna; RACE: Rattataki; BIRTH: 23/08/3665 BBY (assumed); New Cov; SEXUALITY: Heterosexual; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cisgender  Female; She/Her; HEIGHT: 173 cm/5’8”; WEIGHT: 80 kg/176 lbs; TRAITS: - honorable; - ambitious; - brave; - reticent; - confrontational; - vengeful;

BACKSTORY: Xiaan was born on New Cov, a Mid Rim world affected by the Great Galactic War. Because of this, she lost her biological parents while being only a few months old. While on a verge of death, she was found by a Twi’lek bounty hunter Tal Blankuna, who saved her and later adopted her as his own daughter. Growing up in a culture vastly different from the one of her species was difficult for Xiaan, especially since she constantly competed with her adoptive brothers, while they were learning the craft of a bounty hunter. Even though she was the only woman, and not a Twi’lek at that, she was the apple of her father’s eye, and after he died, she vowed to make him proud, and become the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy.

COMBAT STYLE: Powertech; WEAPON: Inscrutable Blaster Pistol, with red colour crysta; ROMANCE: Torian Cadera; TRIVIA: - excellent and passionate about vibrosword fighting; - straight edge; - sometimes calls Mako “Lia’ry”, wich means “little sister” in Twi’leki;

IMPERIAL AGENT: LINAR

FULL NAME: Linar Arno Frill; RACE: Half-Human, Half-Echani; BIRTH: 01/10/3668 BBY; New Adasta Ziost; SEXUALITY: Demisexual, Homoromantic; GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Transgender  Male; He/Him; HEIGHT: 197 cm/6’5.5”; WEIGHT: 84 kg/185 lbs; TRAITS: - calm; - intelligent; - resourceful; - tranquil; - vengeful; - distrustful;

BACKSTORY: From generations Linar’s family were loyal servants of the Empire, therefore it was surprising when Linar’s father married an Echani woman. Because of his alien blood, Linar and his siblings did not have the easiest childhood. When Linar was fifteen, his sister died from an illness, and soon after, his brother ran away from home. At age twenty one, when Linar was already in the military academy, his family house burned down, and his parents and grandfather died, with Linar himself being badly injured. Claiming that he had heard an explosion and that the fire was not a coincidence, Linar decided to become an agent, in hopes of being able to find the one responsible for killing his family.

COMBAT STYLE: Sniper; WEAPON: Ordtech F7 Sniper Pistol, with green colour crystal; ROMANCE: Vector Hyllus; TRIVIA: - can play a little bit of piano; - often spends his evenings slow dancing with Vector; - passionate about art (mainly paintings and sculptures), thought he himself never does anything;

So that's all! Ask questions, if you have any!

[legofanguy1999]

SWTOR characters

As May 4th is on Saturday, here is a list of my Star Wars The Old Republic characters.

Azzawa, male Zabrak Jedi Knight Guardian. Home world: Coruscant. His love interest is Kira Carsen.

Daperssel, female Miraluka Jedi Consular Sage. Home world: Jedha. Her love interest is Lana Beniko.

Kael Yoshi, female cyborg Trooper Vanguard. Home world: Alderaan.

Lulan Beadiz, female Twi'lek smuggler Scoundrel. Home world: A Outer Rim planet.

Git Uhay, male human Sith warrior Assassin. Home world: Korriban. His love interest is Vette.

Bicah Beadiz, female Twi'lek Sith Inquisitor. Home world: A Outer Rim planet.

Kish Sashi, male Togruta bounty hunter Powertech. Home world: A Outer Rim planet.

Riekeeta, female human Imperial agent Sniper. Home world: Korriban

[valleyofthemachinegods]

Hello. My name is Lee, a genderfluid (they/them) mess of an individual, and this is my SWTOR blog, made lest this cursed game invade my thoughts eternal. I'm a jobless ecologist (have degree, but have disability too which makes work difficult) that likes writing, Star Wars, and reptiles.

Elisai Legacy if you happen to catch me in game.

Here is my OC page!

YO RP BLOGS THAT GET FOLLOWED BY ME: here is my side blog dedicated to rping my idiots -- @valleyofgolg

My quick and very incomplete SWTOR Character list:

*note: Nearly everyone is located on Star Forge and available for RP either in game, via discord, or via tumblr!

Leika'le Kela'an (Leika'le in game)

Self-exiled gray Jedi / Perpetually conflicted / Tainted with darkness / Trying to do the right thing

Class: Jedi Knight

Species: Kiffar

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Telos IV

Orientation: Lesbian

Ships: @oolathurman's Azukni (Lana Beniko and major Anri in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Former padawan of Saufa, bff of Rhin, enemy of Va'rika

Jarrok Kosokhan

Darth Honos / Former Emperor's Wrath / Commander of the Alliance / My *true* Outlander

Class: Sith Warrior

Species: Zabrak

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Agamar

Orientation: Straight

Ships: @oolathurman 's Xyraan (Vette and Major Anri in game)

Spotify playlist / Ship playlist ft. Xyraan / Ship playlist ft. Vette and Hildr

Notes: Ex husband of Hildr, Nemesis of Saufa, Ally/friend of Sek'nos and Siree

Sek'nos Atithim (Seknos in game)

Overseer of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge / Darth Imperius / Darth Gnosis / Bad father / A huge nerd / The devil is a gentleman

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Sith Pureblood

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Dromand Kaas

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: n/a (Theron Shan in game)

Spotify playlist (ft. ship songs)

Notes: Father of Aurine, weird friend of Leika'le, ally/enemy of Saufa, Ally/friend of Jarrok

Saufa Veki (Saufa in game)

Barsen'thor / Tormented by everything he's seen / Failed Jedi Master the first time around / Better but still whoops Jedi Master the second time around

Class: Jedi Consular

Species: Miraluka

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Alpheridies

Orientation: Gay

Ships: n/a (Theron Shan in game)

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Notes: (Former) master of Leika'le, Current master of Dhalu, Nemesis of Jarrok, Ally/enemy of Sek'nos, friend/ally of Rhin, older brother of Kaeve

Rhin Elisai (R'hin in game)

Battlemaster of the Jedi Order / Righteous good guy / Always clueless / Tragic victim of unrequited love

Class: Jedi Knight

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Corellia

Orientation: Straight

Ships: n/a (Kira Carsen in game)

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Notes: Bff of Leika'le, friend/ally of Saufa, friend/ally of Dhalu, ally of Khi, enemy of Va'rika, enemy of Kaduul, arch nemesis of Skaeln

Va'rika Al'dira (Vaa'rika in game)

Darth Nox / Lord Hauntis / Dark Council Member / A true sadist / Hears the voices of her dead siblings / Why have morals when you can have power

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Twi'lek

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Ryloth

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: n/a (Andronikos Revel and Khem Val in game)

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Notes: Arch nemesis/tormentor of Leika'le, enemy of Rhin, “pal “of Kaduul, ally of Skaeln and Mokon

Brask'ael'nuruodo (Skaeln/Ael) (Skaeln in game)

Cipher 12 / A bad bean / Addicted to spice

Class: Imperial Agent

Species: Chiss

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: @oolathurman's Athenyia (casual with Kaliyo in game)

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Notes: Former fling/current coworker of Kaeve, coworker of Siree, ally of Va'rika, arch-nemesis of Rhin, underling of Jarrok

Liora Saris (Liurah in game)

Republic Trooper / Devoted mother / Cracks in her armor

Class: Republic Trooper

Species: Zabrak

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Aric Jorgan in game)

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Notes: Ally of Saufa, Rhin, and Dhalu, enemy-to-friend of Siree

Kaeve Veki (Kaeve in game)

Cipher 22 / Walls up / Always escaping Korriban by the skin of her teeth / The use of Force suppressors is unhealthy / No name means no baggage right

Class: Imperial Agent

Species: Miraluka with cyborg fittings

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Vector in game)

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Notes: Younger sister of Saufa, Confidant of Darth Agonia, Former fling/current coworker of Skaeln, Familial relationship with Siree, bff of Aurine

Xiig

Absolute idiot wow what the heck

Class: Smuggler

Species: Human/Cyborg

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Akaavi in game)

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Notes: Both enemy and friend of everyone tbh

Aurine Atithim (Au'rine in game)

Empress' Wrath to Acina / Darth Portentis / Daddy and mommy issues with a smokin' side of abandonment issues / Honor-bound

Class: Sith Warrior

Species: Sith/Kiffar

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Malavai Quinn and Arcann)

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Notes: Bff of Kaeve, daughter of Sek'nos, casual lover/fwb of Darth Agonia

Mokon Zokanv (Mokon in game)

Champion of the Great Hunt / Asshole as an occupation

Class: Bounty Hunter

Species: Rattataki

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Straight

Ships: n/a (Mako in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Ally of Va'rika, Coworker/associate of Khi, Coworker/associate/unrequited desirer of Ahkira

Kaja Kallig

Zeison Sha Warrior / Chaotic neutral / my theyby

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Chiss

Gender: Genderfluid

Planet of Birth: Yanibar

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: n/a (Lana Beniko in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Zeison Sha warrior, ex-Sith, guardian of the spacelanes

Hildr Fahn

Darth Occlus / Darth Agonia / Overseer of the Sphere of Mysteries / Mentee of Darth Marr / Child of a literal wound in the Force / Machine-hearted / A healthy fear of chains

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Sephi/Wound-in-the-Force

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: n/a – born on a ship in Wild Space

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: Jarrok and Vette (formerly), Aurine Atithim (casual), Theron Shan (casual) (Arcann in game and in my black heart)

Spotify playlist / Ship playlist ft. Vette and Jarrok

Notes: Mentee of Darth Marr, Child of a literal wound in the Force, machine-hearted, has a healthy fear of chains (and commitment), uses the word “darling” way too much

Khi Vreetoas

Mandalorian / Ex-slave / It's entirely possible to be a bounty hunter with a heart of gold

Class: Bounty Hunter

Species: Nautolan

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Glee Anselm

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Torian Cadera in game)

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Notes: Ex-slave, Heart of gold, Mandalorian of Clan Skirata

Dhalu

Knight of the Old Republic / Dark-hearted / Beliefs are polarizing

Class: Jedi Consular

Species: Togruta

Gender: Questioning, she/her

Planet of Birth: Shili

Orientation: Demisexual

Ships: n/a (Tau Idair and Sahar in game)

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Notes: Dark-hearted, Beliefs are polarizing

Siree Fahn

Watcher 6 / Mother on a mission / Local hater of the Sith / Undercover to find her daughter / Now knows not to have relations with wounds in the Force masquerading as pretty men

Class: Imperial Agent

Species: Sephi

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Thustra

Orientation: Uncertain

Ships: n/a (Vector Hyllus, Nico Okarr in game)

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Notes: Mother on a mission, Local hater of the Sith, Undercover to find her daughter, Now knows not to have relations with wounds in the Force masquerading as pretty men

Qirzah Kela'an (Quirzah in game)

Not a smuggler / Has a kid out there somewhere

Class: Smuggler

Species: Kiffar

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Kiffex

Orientation: Uncertain

Ships: n/a (Nico Okarr and Risha in game)

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Notes:

Kaduul

Lord Desolatis / Practitioner of Sith Alchemy

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Miraluka

Gender: Agender (they/them)

Planet of Birth: Ch'hodos

Orientation: Asexual/Aromantic

Ships: n/a

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Notes: Mentee of Darth Agonia, Enemy of Rhin, Arch nemesis of Dhalu, ex-friend/ex-ally/ex-obsessee of Va'rika

Chit-to

Desc. here.

Class: Jedi Knight

Species: Mirialan

Gender: Nonbinary, she/her/they/them

Planet of Birth: Mirial

Orientation: Lesbian

Ships: n/a

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Notes: Ally of Akhira, ally/friend of Leika'le

Sibahl Singh

Desc. here.

Class:

Species: Wound-in-the-Force/Human ig

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation:

Ships: n/a

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Notes:

Akhira Rudak

Desc. here

Class: Bounty Hunter

Species: Cathar

Gender: Trans/Female

Planet of Birth: Cathar

Orientation: Lesbian

Ships: n/a

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Notes: Ally of Chit-to, friend of Khi, friend of Leika'le, associate of Mokon

NPCs!

Mel'tari

Good at his illicit job / Accidental dad

Class: Smuggler

Species: Twi'lek

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Coruscant

Orientation: Straight

Ships: n/a

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Notes: Father figure/protector of Akhira, father figure/protector of Leika'le

Laalw Kol

SIS Agent / Conflicted in perpetuity

Class: Smuggler

Species: Togruta

Gender: Demigirl

Planet of Birth: Shili

Orientation: Sapphic

Ships: n/a

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Notes: Sister of Dotaash, enemy of Xiig

Dotaash Kol

Mechanic with interesting morals

Class: Bounty Hunter

Species: Togruta

Gender: Genderqueer, He/She/They

Planet of Birth: Shili

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: n/a

Spotify playlist

Notes: Sibling of Laalw

Sindra Johdi

Troubled doctor

Class: Smuggler

Species: Echani

Gender: ??? -- they/them

Planet of Birth: Eshan

Orientation: Unsure

Ships: n/a

Spotify playlist

Notes:

[lonewolfel]

Zezaar(Jedi Councilor): If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Anala(Commander): What if it bites me and it dies!?

Lana: Then you’re poisonous. Force, Commander, learn to listen.

Theron: What if it bites itself and I die?

Darth Imperious: That’s voodoo.

Jentinn(Smuggler): What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Zezaar(Jedi Councilor): That’s correlation, not causation.

Theron: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Jentinn(Smuggler): That’s kinky.

Lana: Oh my stars.

[l0stinthenarrative]

The Immortal Empress, #3

Chapter 3: Politics in Power

Fandom: SWTOR

Characters: Female Jedi Knight/Theron Shan, Female Jedi Consular/Lana Beniko, Female Sith Inquisitor

Synopsis: The Alliance mourns its dead. Tensions arise as the Council bickers over the fate of the Throne. Theron remains unconscious and Cyresse attempts to come to terms with her guilt and fear.

AO3 Link: Click here

At the foot of a mountain where the ruins of an ancient temple once stood, a clearing’s been made in the undergrowth for the Alliance to mourn their dead. Shrouded in the morning’s mist, they stand erect – Jedi and Sith alike, huddled together with hoods raised in respect for the fallen.

Every death gets their moment and the line of caskets stretches on. Darth Zorex lies in a heavy sarcophagus, its long slabs of dark stone sleek and unmarred by superfluous embellishments. It strikes Cyresse as oddly simple, almost quiet, for a man who seemed to rush through life with the vigor of a Horned Kath Hound, all the while sporting a ridiculously ornate mask of red and gold. He’d been the one to strike Emperor Valkorion down, all those years ago.

It was ironic really; the Emperor’s Wrath, the only one brave enough to defy his own master. And what of the exalted Jedi Knight, trained since young for this very purpose?

She’d knelt in fear.

And now she lived while he lay dead in a stone coffin so much less than he deserved.

Her attention turns to a low sobbing emitting softly behind her right shoulder. She turns to find Vette, the Twi’lek’s usually sunny countenance washed away with grief. Avus Dayne, an Alliance pilot, stands beside her, anxiously attempting to stroke her lekku in an effort to console her.

“He’d like this you know?” Vette hiccups to him between sobs. “Being under the open sky like this. Hated tombs – weird for a Sith I know,” she gives a shaky laugh, “almost got buried alive once with Jae–“ Here a fresh stream of tears rolled down her cheeks as the sarcophagus makes its descent, lower and lower into the dirt. “Oh Jaesa, we never found her and now it’s too late.”

Avus finally summons the courage to draw the sobbing Twi’lek into his arms and rather awkwardly the pair – Vette’s face buried into his shoulder – retreat back to base.

The funeral goes on.

Cyresse stays through it all as one by one each casket is lowered into the ground. She can feel the grief and sadness of those around her permeating through the Force. Still she stays. Eventually the morning’s mist melds into a cold, damp rain that causes her to shiver and draw her rain-soaked robes closer together.

“We should go in.” Tahlia touches her shoulder gently. “They could probably use our help in the med bay.”

“You go. I’m not much good at healing anyway.”

“Ress, there’s hardly anyone else left.”

When Cyresse stubbornly shows no inclination of moving, Tahlia sighs and draws her close into a tight hug. “You really need to stop blaming yourself,” she says sadly.

Cyresse gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head but gives her friend’s hand a slight squeeze in reassurance. “I’m fine, really. You go on.”

Tahlia leaves and with her goes the last vestigial warmth. And Cyresse stays. She stays until after the last casket is laid and after the last mourner has left for shelter. Evening’s begun to draw close around her when she finally moves, detangling her hands from where they’d been crossed tightly over her chest out in front of her into a long stretch. In the shadows of the ruins she looks down upon her outstretched arms, dappled under the rising moon, to her hands that seem to resist its glow, as if they’d been stained dark as the night.

-

The next evening, ships of the Eternal Fleet arrive. Five enourmous, gleaming battlecruisers descend on Odessen. The Alliance Council’s remaining members along with Lana Beniko are gathered at the hangar bay to greet their triumphant counterparts. Darth Occlus, regal as ever, is the first to disembark, her omnipresent Dashade close by her side. Following in her wake are a wave of more than a dozen or so Skytroopers and battle droids.

“They’re ours now.” Occlus lowers her hood, revealing dark hair elegantly twisted into elaborate braids that framed her pale face. She waves serenely at the droids surrounding her, “no need for alarm.” The droids themselves immediately fall back, weapons directed placatingly towards the ground.

“Still makes me want to stab them in the gut.” Tahlia mutters under her breath, her hand instinctively drawing to her lightsaber.

“Where’s Captain Vontair?” Lana asks stepping forward, “I hope he’s not bringing more of them.”

“I left Vontair to safeguard the throne.” Occlus replies, as her attention roams to her surroundings, taking in the ruins of the hangar bay. “Wouldn’t do to leave it empty in case there’s another of Valkorion’s spawn we don’t know about.”

“As for the droids,” she continues, making her way to where a skeleton crew of Alliance personnel had gathered to resurrect a fallen support beam. Channeling the force, she effortlessly lifts it up and into its intended position. “I feared Vaylin might still be tearing things down around here.” She turns a cool gaze to Cyresse. “Looks like she managed a fair share before she died. Your work I presume?”

“No,” Cyresse shrugs, with a glance to Lana. “We’re still not quite sure what happened exactly. It’s almost as if her own powers backfired upon her.”

“Wait” Tahlia quips, “you left the Captain in charge of the Throne? The last thing we need right now is the entire Eternal Fleet commandeered for a large scale smuggling operation.”

A sudden image pops into Cyresse’s mind – that of the debonair captain, perched sideways along the Eternal Throne, legs propped up over one side and giant floppy hat askew, a glass of Corellian whiskey in the other. She can almost hear Fabian Vontair drawl, “Now this, this is what victory tastes like.”

It’s almost certainly a conjuration of Tahlia’s privy to her through their bond in the Force. She glances at the young Twi’lek, who flashes her a small, lopsided grin.

“I wouldn’t worry.” Occlus replies with a low laugh, “Zakuul has plenty of distractions easily available to the hedonistic. I’ve made sure the Captain is preoccupied for now, though I could be inclined to share the details if any of you are interested?”

Tahlia raises an eyebrow at that, “Do I want to know? On second thought, no, please skip the details.”

“As you wish Master Faye.” Occlus acquiesces with the hint of a smirk ghosting her lips. “But I’m thinking we should have a celebration of our own sort here. After everything this place has been through, the troops deserve it.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves”, Lana interjects, “We still need to decide the future of this Alliance.”

“Ever the pragmatist Beniko.” Tahlia mock-scowls, but slips her arm companionably around the Sith’s waist. Lana colours a little but continues, “Once we have reached a consensus we ought to – ”

“And what consensus would we have to reach?” Tahlia asks, “I for one assumed we would continue with what we have here. An Alliance led by a council impartial to Republic or Empire.”

“This council is hardly impartial.” Lana demurres, “with Zorex’s death, it leaves Occlus as the only remaining Imperial member and neither of you can claim not to be a partisan of the Republic.”

“Well, you could be part of it.” Tahlia suggests as Lana shakes her head diminutively. She releases the arm she had around Lana’s waist to look her in the eye. “You’ve been just a big a part of this as any of us have.”

“That’s hardly the point. And in that case we might as well include Theron which wouldn’t serve–”

“This isn’t important.” The two turn to Cyresse, her voice sounding somewhat higher than its usual pitch. “I meant, not crucial.” She says stiffly. “Not right now anyway. The more pressing matter is what we should do with the Throne.”

“I agree with Master Gray.” Occlus chimes in elegantly, “Empty, the Throne presents an opportunity to anyone foolhardy enough to try and claim it. And yet, it would hardly do for us to take turns keeping it warm.”

“We could destroy it?” Tahlia shrugs, “I mean, it’s tainted by Valkorion. Who knows how many years he spent on that thing and what he did on it”

“We’d lose control of the Eternal Fleet!” Lana turns back to her horrified.

“The Eternal Fleet is a weapon of mass destruction –”

“Which the Alliance needs in order to survive. How long before either Republic or Empire decides we’re the bigger threat to their sovereignty?”

“Enough, please.” Feeling the beginnings of a headache, Cyresse pressed two fingers to her temple, a habit she’d subconsciously picked up from Theron. Long discussions were something she never enjoyed and begrudgingly tolerated with Lana usually physically forcing her to attend council meetings. Even back then, she’d been relieved when the Jedi had appointed Tahlia – younger and in some eyes, less experienced – to the Jedi council instead of herself.

Well at least she tried to convince herself it was relief. Other days… Other days she worried the council had finally realized how tainted their revered protégée had become.

Or rather, a small voice echoes in the back of her mind, had always been.

“I’m starting to think celebrating first is a better idea now.” Cyresse says to the present council in attendance. There was no point in debating for hours in hope of a resolution she knew was needed but was certain would never come.

Occlus smiles, baring a set of perfect porcelain teeth. “Excellent, I’ll begin preparations.” She waves to her Skytroopers to follow her lead as she saunters further into the wreckage that was once the Alliance’s headquarters. “We’ll need to fix up the Cantina for a start.”

“Great.” Lana shoots Cyresse a narrowed glare, “When you finally deign to care about the fate of the galaxy, you know where to find me.” She stalks off in the direction of the war room.

Cyresse herself turns to head towards the medical bay. It’s quiet and far less crowded than when she’d first been admitted, the glow and hum of the Kolto tanks that line the far wall giving her a strange sense of peace. Walking past the mostly vacant beds, she stops to take a seat beside one where a man lays dormant, sheets tucked over his chest.

In rest he seems so peaceful, Cyresse wonders, if not for the tubing secured to various orifices in his body it’d almost appear as if he were lost in a kind of pleasant reverie. She extends a hand, almost hesitantly, to graze lightly across his cheek – something she’d never dared to do when he’d been conscious. His skin is oddly hot to the touch, almost as if he were running a fever, and the stubble that winds down the length of his jaw has grown sharp in the last few days.

“Theron” she leans in to whisper into his ear, noticing how his usual scent – of musk and leather and blaster oil – is achingly absent. In its place, a sterile, rather astringent smell congenital to the med-bay pervades. “If you can hear this, they say Valkorion’s dead. I don’t know how, I don’t even know if I can believe.“ She reaches down to take his hand – another thing she’d never done when he’d been awake.

If only he’d wake up now. If Valkorion were truly gone, maybe, just maybe they could…

“We need you.” She murmurs softly, “there’s so much –“, pausing, she searches for a word, her eyes roaming up his arm to his face. She wonders that she’s never seen him this restful before. Awake, even during the rare moments of downtime they’d had, he’d always been filled with a kind of restless energy, his fingers thrumming a steady staccato, his amber eyes alight with a fire she found hard to look away from. “There’s so much uncertainty,” she continues, swallowing hard. “Please come back. I need you.”

Instinctively she pushes away the vision that relishes tormenting her whenever she dares to get close to him. She tries not to pay heed to how the fluorescent lights of the medical bay have dimmed to a ghastly dull glow. Nor how the stark white walls around her have transfigured to ancient pillars encircled in runes she can’t transcribe.

She shuts out the high-pitched whine of a machine reverberating through the room, as flashes of electricity crackle and shoot out towards the prone figure trapped in a tall chamber atop a narrow flight of stairs.

“Cyresse?” A familiar voice breaks through the noise, scattering the shadows and restoring light to her surroundings.

“You alright?” The concerned face of Master Tahlia Faye asks.

“Yea, yeah – I’m fine.” Cyresse stands up quickly; she’s lost track of time and her left foot’s been reduced to pins and needles.

“You’re having those visions again, aren’t you?”

Cyresse nods and looks away.

“We all saw everyone we knew and loved dead. You know it’s not true. It’s just some lousy side effect of the carbonite poisoning and Valkorion’s meddling. They’re alive, you’ve seen that – well at least the ones we know about.”

“I know, it’s just – what if Valkorion just wants us to think he’s gone, like how he did that time in the forest. I just can’t shake the feeling he’s still in me somehow.”

“You may be right.” Tahlia concedes quietly, “Valkorion’s power, I can’t claim to understand its limits and I will admit I have my suspicions. But what you’re going through, maybe it’s not Valkorion.” She gently takes her friend’s hand in hers. “Maybe it’s simply manifestations of your own guilt.”

“It’s got nothing to do with that.”

“I’ve noticed how it affects you.” Tahlia persists, “The way you fight. The way you throw yourself in the deep end without thinking twice of your own mortality.”

“How am I supposed to fight then?” Cyresse retorts bitterly, “I can’t do what you do. I’m no healer. I can’t just stand by waiting till someone gets hurt before doing something.”

Tahlia Faye’s ever-calm demeanor wavers for about a millisecond before resuming with just a trace of tightness to her jaw that hadn’t been there before.

“I’m sorry.” Cyresse sighs, “that was unfair, and cruel of me. I know what you do - it’s a lot more than that.”

“It’s fine.” Tahlia shrugs, although her tone carries with it a slight edge. “I just wish you’d be a bit more careful. If not for yourself then for the ones who care about you.” She glances pointedly at Theron.

Cyresse sits back down and presses the palms of her hands against her forehead.

“Look,” Tahlia says, pausing to place the satchel she’d been carrying with her onto the floor. “I know our paths have been very different. But maybe – ” She opens its flap and rummages through the contents. “Maybe some of the things I’ve learnt could guide you in finding peace.”

Carefully, she pulls out a holocron and places it in Cyresse’s hands. Unlike the one they’d discovered on Nathema, this one is smaller, lighter, the intricate scrolling of its outer casing reminiscent of those she’d studied back in the Jedi temple on Tython. From the inside a clear blue light shone, eager for release.

“What is this?” Cyresse asks.

“Just a little something I worked on back in the day – with a rather peculiar Bothan Jedi Master I might add,” Tahlia muses, “I was going to include a little more of my experiences since then, but I think maybe it’s better served to help you – if it can.”

She gives her friend a slight squeeze on the shoulder and departs, leaving Cyresse alone with her thoughts.

Author’s Notes: Thanks for reading this far and Yay to you if you spotted those little easter eggs (:

For further context I thought I might add detail on the Alliance Council members, they are:

Jedi Knight: Cyresse Gray Jedi Consular: Tahlia Faye Sith Warrior: Darth Zorex (deceased) Sith Inquisitor: Zephyra Kallistan - Darth Occlus Smuggler: Captain Fabian Vontair*

*Of the above, Vontair was the only one who wasn't on Darth Marr's ship when it encountered the Eternal Fleet. How he became an 'Outlander' will be detailed later on. The other characters will also have important roles to play as the story progresses.

[crqstalite]

SHADOW OF THE SITH. Ch. 4.

NAJI_RISHI.

"Do we stop her?" Nadia whispers under her breath, concern written all over her face and wrapping both women in an anxious blanket, as the two can feel every death the Wrath had caused as a ripple through the force. It's terrifying, as they'd only just begun their trip on the island and already there was fire after fire to put out, trying to get slaves off the island, and also babysitting their new comrade, "We were here to save people, not kill them."

"She's...surprisingly not killing everything in sight. She's being methodical about who she kills, the slavers." Naji admits, careful not to let her robes drag in the bloody path her new...ally is leaving on the ground. Another shot fired, and another body falls to the ground with a hard, lifeless thump. This time murdered by her companion, who smiles wickedly behind his rifle, "We should be lucky it's not us and the slaves she's chosen as her targets."

"I'll...try and remember that..."

An unsure frown passes her face, crinkling her young face in a way that makes Naji's insides cold, before they catch up with the woman. A fire burns beneath her eyes, kicking a body away with the tip of her durasteel boot. Smears of alien and human blood alike decorate her uncovered torso, stains on her porcelain white skin. Another slaver writhers on the ground in pain, still just barely alive and attempting to shimmy away, and with a flick of her wrist, his neck bends at a horrifying angle. A loud snap is audible just as it happens, and Naji is quick to try and cover Nadia's eyes, but the sound of a pained whimper is still audible.

The woman has the nerve to chuckle at her padawan's expense, the light of her red kyber crystal resheathed in her lightsaber's hilt, and she turns over her shoulder. Her face is surprisingly free of scars (for a Sith, she's still extremely pale, even on the god-forsaken jungle planet. Naji would've thought the woman would've seen some sun at the very least), except for one that runs along her neck that she can see from the neckpiece, and blonde strands of hair hang down in front of her face, her surprisingly cerulean eyes with flecks of gold near the pupils staring back out from the curtain of hair, "Afraid of a little blood?"

"Do you have to kill everything that moves?" Naji asks, hardening her voice to seem more assertive. She'd let the Wrath take the reins for most of the mission on Rishi (something about the native species made her deathly ill, so any choice that the Wrath made she'd have to accept until they made it out of the Cove's denser places, or at least until Lana had time to find her something to counteract the allergies), but she wouldn't let the continued violence be detrimental to their mission, "We're here to free people, not kill them."

"I thought this is what you squishy-hearted Jedi liked. These slavers tortured others who couldn't protect themselves, and now they've met their deserving end." The Wrath quips in response, rolling one of her sabers over her wrist as she uses a teasing voice deserving of a reprimanded child, "Am I not serving your petty Code?"

"No." Naji grumbles, crossing her arms as the Wrath shrugs. She even had the nerve to comment on her Code, which didn't improve her opinion of the woman. This wasn't justice, or anything even near what the Jedi followed. Mass murder wasn't their way, "No it doesn't."

"Oh, and what would?" She narrows her eyes into yellow slits, angry or even possibly annoyed by her, "You killed the Colonel on Rakata Prime, didn't you? Wasn't that for justice as well? An arbitrary decision, don't you believe?"

Naji nearly flares at the notion. The death of the colonel hadn't been intentional, if she could let him live, she would've. Whether he was a traitor or not, he should've lived, even if only for questioning. The blood that dripped from her hands, she still hadn't fully forgiven herself for. What Theron got into trouble for that she had done, what should've been hers to shoulder. Something she should've admitted to the Council. Even if she had lost her position, the emotional loss was worse, having the two go into hiding, "That wasn't justice." She whispers.

It was self-defense.

Her chest pangs just at the thought. He'd shot her square in the chest, and had she not had enough adrenaline coursing through her veins, she wouldn't have been able to pull herself up and stab him through to keep him from getting another one off. Felix had carried her back, believing the worst, and after the trek through the rest of the planet, Naji was already sure she wouldn't make it. The scar was still raised and rather angry, even after the years past.

Just looking at the wound made her sick. Still visible just above her bra and below, it had been an ugly burn from a blaster especially, but the high powered rifle Darok carried, especially at such short distance, had made an already horrible wound worse. She was in and out of consciousness after being in a kolto tank for half a week, and struggled to breathe for months afterwards. Reminding her of the fight that had caused it didn't bode well for the warrior.

"Bah, apologies m'lord but the sun's going down. 'Fraid if we stay much longer they'll regroup and make this mission a lot harder on us." The gruff voice of the soldier snaps her out of her thoughts, and Nadia puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You think they're organized enough to have snipers?"

A lingering look from the Sith before she turns to her companion, "With how easy they fall, I doubt it Pierce. But if we must, it wouldn't hurt to kill a few more while we wait for the Jedi to finish."

As if it's only their responsibility to free the slaves. As if she's only along for the ride and they're inconviencing her. She can see quite a few more slave cages just over the ridge, and she deflates her rigid spine once the Wrath is gone. Out of sight, sadly not out of mind. Running a hand through her hair, she turns over her shoulder to look at Nadia properly, "I apologize, this isn't the way our missions were supposed to go. I didn't believe the bloodshed would be so heavy."

"You're doing your best, master. You've never directed me wrong before, and you aren't now. This isn't your fault." Nadia says, her blue eyes twinkling in the setting sun. Her white hair is pulled up, severely away from her face, a delicate but sturdy braided bun atop her head. She's so much older than she was when Naji had first met the girl, but the same childish innocence remains sometimes. Not today, it seemed. She seems worried for her master, her training robes traded for armored pieces requisitioned from the Temple. So much has changed, so quickly.

For the millionth time in her life, Naji's afraid of what will come next. Revan -yes, Revan- was rising again, a cult in his name running around and committing dangerous missions left and right. It was supposed to be a simple happily ever after, especially after the mending of the Rift Alliance and continued hunt for remaining Children, but even she could sense the cloud of danger hanging over the Republic when she entered the operations room that fateful day. Nothing would ever be the same again, and she was afraid that would warrant a loss of everyone that become important to her.

She wouldn't let anyone take the crew of the Polaris from her, not if she didn't die first.

"I suppose there isn't much we can do about the Wrath..." Nadia trails off, rolling her eyes, "Are all Sith like her? Bloodthirsty with no regard for other people?"

"You'd be best asking a real Sith." Naji responds, trying to smile, "The slaves are safe for the moment, but I think they'd be happier on a transport, don't you believe?"

-

It's late into the night when the four return to the hidden alleyway, Pierce (as she's learned the bulky soldier's name), makes notes with the Wrath of places to enjoy the night instead of sleeping (she's beginning to think the Wrath is really involved with him and is playing Theron like a chindinkalu), and her nose is beginning to itch again. She's afraid Theron and Lana are gone before she hears the tinkling laughter of a woman. The Wrath has a hand on one of her sabers and Pierce picks up his rifle before Naji puts up a hand to stop in front of them with a tired and entirely distrustful look on her face.

"Theron, Lana?" Naji asks, peaking inside before their procession makes themselves known, "I apologize for being out so late, but the mission's been complete. There are quite a few former slaves safely returned to freedom tonight." She says proudly, a tight smile on her face once they're aware of their presence. Theron is leaning against a holoprojector while Lana is standing nearby, ready to debrief them on their progress. Albeit, both of them are smiling as if sharing an inside joke, but it's good to see them after such a long day.

"And plenty of their dead captors to go along with it." The Wrath interjects, making her presence rather loud as she pushes through Nadia and Naji, a smirk on her face and a well-hidden look of horror on Theron's face as he registers just what her triumphant declaration means, "A successful mission after all."

"We'll..go with that." The SIS agent responds, turning his attention from her to Naji (almost hopefully), "Chatter's picked up though, whatever you two did caused a major stir among the Nova Blades."

"I'm glad." Naji says, nodding as she turns to the Sith woman standing nearby, "Then we'll be able to finish up with the Blades soon then?"

"Not exactly." Lana responds, "Though we are growing closer to attacking the Aggressor soon. It's late, and it's been a long day. Better we finish this debrief in the morning, when all of us are of right mind. Agreed?"

"I'd second that!" Nadia pipes up, a tired smile on her face. Lana seems taken aback for a moment (Nadia isn't typically shy, but this has been the first word she's exchanged with anyone but Naji while here), before a softer smile replaces her surprise, "Maybe we can finally head back to the Polaris?" She asks hopefully.

"I suppose finding some food off-planet wouldn't be horrible. I'll call Zenith and have him join me tomorrow, so you can relax and find something, okay?" She asks, once the Wrath strikes up another conversation with Theron, effectively distracting her. She presses a light kiss to her forehead, Nadia giggling and then sighing in relief as Naji floods their force bond with happiness. She's tired, exhausted even, and a few nights away from Rishi would take care of the problem and get her back into high spirits, "Don't do anything stupid while I'm away, understood?"

Nadia nods happily, before questioning, "Aren't you coming back with me?"

She throws a look over her shoulder before frowning, "I need to be on-planet in case something happens and they need me. Give my regards to everyone, yes?"

"Felix is going to be disappointed." Nadia says, nearly naggingly, "Why don't you bring him out instead of Zenith?"

"I don't want Felix hurt anymore than he already is, and Zenith is going absolutely stir-crazy without any other missions to pass the time. You know how he gets." She and Nadia laugh good-naturedly, knowing the sniper rather well. "I do hope Bisauur doesn't miss him too much."

"It's his birthday soon, you know. She's going to want to spend it with him, even if she doesn't directly say anything." Naji has to hold back from rolling her eyes, her padawan (recently turned Sage) was exceptionally horrible at hiding her feelings for the sniper, and it was painfully obvious at times. No one made jokes about it, but because she took the Code so seriously (though she had to explain multiple times that it was still okay she was married to Felix), she acted as if her advances were simply friendly instead of having romantic intentions behind them.

"I would take Qyzen, but he's out on a hunt right now. And Tharan, well you know he's up to something in the cargo bay. I'd rather he not bring whatever chemicals he's collected here." Naji gives her a look that says 'I'm your master and that's final' before lightly embracing the girl, "I'll see you soon. Sleep and eat well, and be careful on your way out."

Nadia offers her one last smile and wave before heading out of the safehouse, and she can sense Lana approaching, "Barsen'thor."

"Beniko." She says softly, as not to make the woman presume she had any malicious intent, "I am genuinely glad you and Theron are alright. I do apologize for what happened all those years ago."

"Why would you apologize?" Lana asks, almost dumbfounded, "What happened on Rakata Prime wouldn't have been easily prevented as it was. I understand what you did, and I wouldn't blame you for...well this." She says, waving a hand around to the dark but still humid safehouse, "If anything, you and the Wrath did us a favor by doing so. Arkous and Darok were dispatched before they could turn anyone else or do any more damage inside their respective factions. In essence, that was a win."

"I still...I still feel just a tad horrible about you both. Having to uproot your lives because of something I and the Wrath did?" Naji knows she's delving into topics she shouldn't be discussing with a Sith lord, but the boundaries seem to have already fallen. Lana may have been Sith, but they were also allies for the time being. It didn't mean she wasn't still extremely uneasy about it.

"It was unfortunate, yes. But Jakarro and C2-D4 didn't have family. They weren't leaving anyone, not anyone we knew about. Theron...well I figure you can assume better about him than I can, and as for myself..." she trails off, the conversation inherently finished. They didn't have anyone to leave behind, "We let you both continue living your lives because you were much higher up in the ranks of both factions than we were, you were more productive in the long run. You both had crews to go back to who depended on you for your ship and to survive. In the Wrath's case, she has family on Dromound Kaas who would be suspicious if she suddenly went missing. I'm sure you have your connections as well."

"It was more theoretically plausible and safer if you both were out of commission rather than us." Naji finishes, wringing out her hands, "It doesn't make me feel much better if I'm being honest."

"I didn't say it had to." It has a rougher bite than she thought it would, that's the cold hard truth of what happened, as whether it made her feel good wasn't supposed to be Lana's concern. The woman pauses, sighing, "Though it is nice to operating with someone other than Theron and Jakarro again. It gets a little stuffy with just men."

"I can imagine." Naji smiles, and they share a laugh, before she queues up another answer, "Nadia. That's my padawan's name. I sensed your curiousity earlier, though you hide it extremely well."

Yet again, Lana is taken aback, surprised by her observant nature. "She's pleasant to be around, smart, crafty. She likes you. You've met Lieutenant Iresso, he accompanied me on Rakata Prime." Like always, she almost says my husband as she always introduces him, before figuring Lana doesn't need to know just yet, "You'll meet Zenith tomorrow I suppose, he's a strong personality, and it takes quite a bit to get used to, believe me." As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she wonders if she should tell her that Zenith may not work well with her or the Wrath. Stars, that's even worse, they'd be working rather closely with the Wrath, and it was hard to hide she was staunchly Imperial.

"If you're concerned about his alliance with us, I'm sure there's something Theron could say to keep her here while you and him work alone." A shiver runs up her spine, it's rather spooky that if Naji isn't actively thinking about it, others have an easy time reading her. Not even her mind, just her. Her force signature is easy to decipher, which she should probably put a better lock on.

"No, If I lie to Zenith, what kind of person would I be?" Naji asks, "He'll work with both of us, begrudgingly if anything."

"If you say so." Lana says, residing to accept and drop the conversation, "You didn't return with her?"

Naji shrugs lightly, "I'll stay here for the time being, but believe me, as soon as you give me a break you won't see me for weeks."

[swtorpadawan]

On some fanfics i do for myself,i made lana beniko a lesbian harem of sith warriors,jedi consulars,jedi knights and inquisitors,she loves women loves jedi women who either stick to their beliefs or get their hands dirty like dark jedi and sith women who are pragmatic.,lana has a bit of a chubby chaser as well as both of my females are body type 4 or chubby in most fanfics.

Cute!

[rainofaugustsith]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lana Beniko/Female Sith Warrior Characters: Lana Beniko, Female Sith Warrior, Viridana Dragoi (original character), Female Sith Inquisitor, Female Bounty Hunter, Female Jedi Consular, Female Jedi Knight, Vette (Star Wars), Talos Drellik, Mako (Star Wars), Jaesa Willsaam, Somminick Timmns Additional Tags: Women in Love, Sapphic, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery from trauma, Adventure, Fluff Summary:

The Gravestone is gone. The Eternal Fleet has been decimated. Alliance Commander Viridana Dragoi, the former Empire's Wrath, has faced challenges testing her very soul. Without their Fleet, the Alliance is vulnerable to those who want to exact revenge against the Commander. However, the Alliance has not lost its greatest weapons - the Galaxy's Wrath, her advisor and wife; and their team of intrepid survivors who protect Odessen and help the Alliance thrive.

This story follows The Eternal Wrath and picks up after the events of the Nathema Conspiracy, following Viri and her companions through Ossus, Onslaught, and original adventures.

[theniveanlegacy]

OC Masterlist

oc tag

(Color= color crystal)

Nivean Legacy: Primary Universe

Republic:

Jedi Knights

Mayyen Nivean (x) (x)

Species: Twi’lek

Age at class story start: 17

Gender: female

Love Interest: Theron Shan

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Jedi Consulars

Khellel Junhai (x) (x)

Species: Cathar

Age at class story start: 19

Gender: female

Love Interest: Rass Ordo, Torian Cadera, Zenith, Lana Beniko, Theron Shan, Koth Vortena, Felix Iresso

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Smugglers

Clabreo Aldin (x) (x)

Species: Human

Age at class story start: 21

Gender: female

Love Interest: Corso Riggs, Theron Shan, Lana Beniko, Koth Vortena, Darmas Pollaran, Skavak

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Troopers

Iastia Jorgan (x)

Species: Mirialan

Age at class story start: 27

Gender: female

Love Interest: Aric Jorgan

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Imperial:

Sith Warriors

Romiyya Ri’ka (x) (x)

Species: Togruta

Age at class story start: 22

Gender: female

Love Interest: Malavai Quinn

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Sith Inquisitors

Bria Mor (x)

Species: Twi’lek

Age at class story start: 23

Gender: female

Love Interest: Andronikos Revel

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Nazeara Ani’Bril (x)

Species: Twi’lek

Age at class story start: 20

Gender: female

Love Interest:

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Bounty Hunters

Astoria Nexi (x) (x)

Species: Human

Age at class story start: 18

Gender: female

Love Interest: Torian Cadera

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Imperial Agents

Fehnn (x)

Species: Chiss

Age at class story start: 22

Gender: female

Love Interest: Vector Hyllus

[swtorramblings]

Name: Richerd Class: Jedi Sage (formerly Seer, currently Telekinetics) Server: Star Forge Legacy: Ordannes

This one’s longer than usual, so it gets a cut.

Game role (my canon story for him): Former Alliance Commander, retired from that role after the events of Knights of the Eternal Throne and the second invasion of Odessen. While he understood that her history and her own choices may have doomed her no matter what he did, he never forgave himself for killing Vaylin. Not after listening so long to the monster that had made her what she was, not after using the techniques of that monster to control and humiliate her of his own free will. How had he expected her to react to that?

Was it his will? He is not truly sure. But, in that case, didn’t it mean he was too weak?

He may have been able to accept that. However sorry he felt for her, how many had she killed? How many more would she kill if allowed to continue? But then, with her death, with the urging of Valkorion and no attempt to take her alive, the Eternal Fleet went berserk, killing untold thousands, possibly millions. The final tally has still not been made.

And he was complicit in that horror, by provoking the Empress to bring her close in order to kill her, all according to Valkorion’s plans. It is what finally broke him.

He could not release his attachment. He could no longer be a Jedi, or the leader of the Alliance. He took the Throne, he freed Vaylin’s spirit at last, and together, he and Valkorion’s own family finally destroyed him. Having done what he could, he put down his lightsaber and rejected the Force. The Alliance he left in the hands of his advisers, who were always in charge anyway.

His sole order to the Fleet was to return to Iokath, to guard the riches and weapons he knew could be found there. He also hoped that, just perhaps, SCORPIO could return their free will once again.

After that, he lived in the Odessen wilderness for several years, wanting only to be left alone. Nothing bothered him, not predators, not people. His only contact was Lana Beniko, who insisted on bringing him supplies that she felt he would need and couldn’t acquire himself.

She had always cared for him, even when he did things that infuriated her Sith sensibilities, but perhaps there was more to it. Perhaps she blamed herself for putting a healer in charge of an army.

He kept a small farm there, and was reasonably content. Lana eventually stopped visiting. He was as safe as possible, she was busy, and she couldn’t stand seeing him give up any longer.

Eventually, though, things changed. It was not Lana that visited him that time, but his former Padawan, Nadia Grell. The Eternal Fleet was destroyed, the Alliance in tatters, Iokath was being fought over by fools. Beniko and Satele Shan had vanished. The best hope for the survival of the Jedi Order had been found by its enemies, which is what had brought Nadia to ask for the Alliance’s help, only to find they were in no condition to.

As he opened his mind again to the universe, he realized that, yes, he had made mistakes, he had been afraid, perhaps weak. He had taken the easy way and paid a steep price. That isolating himself had been one of those easy choices. How much of this would have changed if he’d stayed? He could never know.

But he is done shirking his responsibilities. He has let go of his guilt, but not the lessons. He cleared the cobwebs from his lightsaber, and the crystal sang in his mind again, a joyful song. With that, he and Nadia have returned to the eternal war.

May the Force be with them.

Stories I Shall Save Myself (2nd Draft): As in the canon story, again the Alliance Commander, but when he finally attempted to kill the Eternal Empress, she turned the tables and inflicted the very injury he had meant for her. Everything changes from that moment onward, including the fate of Senya and her two remaining children. The plan is for him to step down in that story, as well, but I’ve never gotten that chapter to work.

Bonds: The story where James Buchanan Barnes visits the Old Republic during KotFE/KotET, preventing the use of the command phrase on Vaylin and then guiding her to do certain things differently. Richerd is the Alliance Commander again, though in this story it is made very plain that he and much of the Alliance is being influenced by Vitiate lurking in his mind. He is likely to remain in that position after the Avengers arrive to help the Alliance take down Vitiate once and for all…

Relationships Richerd and Nadia were never a couple. He was her teacher, she was recovering from the murder of her father and her own barely controlled powers. Neither ever considered it. (Note: Yes, way back then I just went along with it, but I feel dirty now for having done so and I don’t want to go through the pain of the Lana breakup again if I can avoid it, anyway. I go through some effort now to make all the apprentice romance stories less awful, which, seriously, ALL FOUR Force sensitive classes?! And only the female characters? Ugh.)

His first official romance was with Lana, though it’s more than a bit rocky. Make no mistake, it doesn’t make sense to either of them, but war and trauma can make for strange relationships. Is it healthy? Neither of them are sure of that, either, but they are trying.

Felix is his best friend, and if Jarak weren’t already dead, he might have taken some time to hunt him down. He’s not entirely sure what would have happened.

Random Character Notes

He lost his healing powers soon after taking command of the Alliance. They just didn’t fit his new role, so his powers slowly shifted. He wishes he hadn’t changed so much, and is now trying to return to what he was in his connection to the Force. The galaxy doesn’t need more warriors, it needs healers.. (This is literally true, I changed him from Seer to Telekinetics either during the early stages of KotET or the later stages of SOR)

Random Other Notes This was my first character in SWTOR, way, way back when. And, yes, his specific story is informed by my feelings at the time when I played through those two expansions. I played him very little during the years since, pulling him out to get a few more tokens for the slots and things like that. Part of the point of the above longer-than-usual story is to explain his absence as I try to play him a bit more. For a while, every time I heard the male Consular voice, I kept hearing the smug, “Do your people know your… weakness?” It really left me turned off playing him.

I’d try to start his story off during happier times, but it’s been almost a decade since I played him through the class story, and the Knights stories are the ones that left their indelible imprint on me, so we start there.

He’s mostly based on an old Champions character, Richard Powers, the Sorcerer. I suppose he could have been Sith, but other than the name, he made more sense as a Jedi.

He’s also the closest I’ve ever made to a player insert, though it wasn’t really my intent at the start. He’s fitter and generally just better than me, sure, but I tried to make as much as a three choice system allowed the choices I approved most of, whether DS or LS or nothing. Not the ones I think I would actually make, since I’m not that good, but the ones I thought were right. I think that the fact that I couldn’t find any choices by the end of KotET contributed to whatever that was, along with the real life stuff I’ve alluded to before. I didn’t care for it.

Doing better now and would like to get him at least to Echoes of Oblivion, for reasons. My brain will keep chewing on this a little at a time until then, I think. Might also change him back to healing after that.

[galacticshq]

+01 WANTED CONNECTION !

BARSEN'THOR / OUTLANDER (JESSICA CHASTAIN) would like their PARTNER to take part in the war. their name would be LANA BENIKO and they would be FEMALE OR NONBINARY with the age of UTP. the connections faceclaim could be UTP. more details: From a timeline where the Outlander is a light-sided Jedi Consular and the Alliance is kept independent. Full canon romance route, though specific details can be discussed & modified to fit your portrayal. The Outlander comes from post-KOTET and pre-Iokath - you're welcome to have Lana from the same point, or any other point in her timeline. The Outlander would love to see some exploration of Sith philosophy & Lana's takes on it! you DO NOT need to contact BCRSENTHOR before applying. this wanted connection is OPEN.

[corey-067]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lana Beniko/Original Male Character(s), Male Bounty Hunter/Mako (Star Wars), Female Bounty Hunter/Torian Cadera Characters: Lana Beniko, Theron Shan, Mako (Star Wars), Torian Cadera, Female Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Male Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Male Bounty Hunter (Star Wars), Male Republic Trooper, Female Bounty Hunter (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Tumblr: Writing-prompt-s, There will be more characters than this, It just depends on who speaks to me at the time Summary:

A collection of writing prompt responses and shorts done for the SWTOR fandom, cross-posted from Tumblr. Trigger warnings, if they apply, will be posted in the chapter notes. These are posted in no particular order, be that chronological in-universe, or in terms of them actually being written.

[miss-spooky-eyes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lana Beniko/Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor Characters: Lana Beniko Additional Tags: OC: Ellezhi, wild swimming, everybody gets naked, everybody gets wet, Time to Talk About Our Feelings, Ellezhi is Bad at Emotions, Lana Beniko is flawless Summary:

The base on Odessen is complete and the Alliance celebrates, but Lana thinks the Commander deserves a quiet night.

(The conversation that Ellezhi and Lana needed to have, instead of the in-game one in the cantina.)

One day I will write something short and fast-paced and sexy and fun which isn’t like, 12,000 words of dialogue ... but that day was not any of the ones when I worked on this. 

[valleyofthemachinegods]

My quick and very incomplete SWTOR Character list:

*note: Everyone is located on Star Forge and available for RP either in game, via discord, or via tumblr!

Leika'le Kela'an (Leika'le in game)

Self-exiled gray Jedi / Perpetually conflicted / Tainted with darkness / Trying to do the right thing

Class: Jedi Knight

Species: Kiffar

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Telos IV

Orientation: Lesbian

Ships: @oolathurman's Azukni (Lana Beniko and major Anri in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Former padawan of Saufa, bff of Rhin, enemy of Va'rika

Jarrok Kosokhan

Darth Honos / Former Emperor's Wrath / Commander of the Alliance / My *true* Outlander

Class: Sith Warrior

Species: Zabrak

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Agamar

Orientation: Straight

Ships: @oolathurman 's Xyraan (Vette and Major Anri in game)

Spotify playlist / Ship playlist ft. Xyraan / Ship playlist ft. Vette and Hildr

Notes: Ally of Va'rika, Sek'nos, Kaja, Hildr, Kaeve, Skaeln, and Siree

Sek'nos Atithim (Seknos in game)

Overseer of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge / Darth Imperius / Bad father / A huge nerd / The devil is a gentleman

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Sith Pureblood

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Dromand Kaas

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: n/a (Theron Shan in game)

Spotify playlist (ft. ship songs)

Notes: Father of Aurine, Ally of Leike'le (sort of), Va'rika, Jarrok, Kaja, Kaeve

Saufa Veki (Saufa in game)

Barsen'thor / Tormented by everything he's seen / Failed Jedi Master the first time around / Better but still whoops Jedi Master the second time around

Class: Jedi Consular

Species: Miraluka

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Alpheridies

Orientation: Gay

Ships: n/a (Theron Shan in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Former master of Leika'le, Current master of Dhalu, Brother of Kaeve

Rhin Elisai (R'hin in game)

Battlemaster of the Jedi Order / Righteous good guy / Always clueless / Tragic victim of unrequited love

Class: Jedi Knight

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth: Corellia

Orientation: Straight

Ships: n/a (Kira Carsen in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Bff of Leika'le

Va'rika Al'dira (Vaa'rika in game)

Darth Nox / Dark Council Member / A true sadist / Hears the voices of her dead siblings / Why have morals when you can have power

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Twi'lek

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Ryloth

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: n/a (Andronikos Revel and Khem Val in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Arch Enemy of Leika'le

Brask'ael'nuruodo (Skaeln/Ael) (Skaeln in game)

Cipher 12 / A bad bean / Addicted to spice

Class: Imperial Agent

Species: Chiss

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: @oolathurman's Athenyia (casual with Kaliyo in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Ally and coworker of Kaeve and Siree, ally of Mokon, rival of Khi, enemy of Rhin, Saufa, and Leika'le

Liora Saris (Liurah in game)

Republic Trooper / Devoted mother / Cracks in her armor

Class: Republic Trooper

Species: Zabrak

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Aric Jorgan in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Kaeve Veki (Kaeve in game)

Cipher 22 / Walls up / Always escaping Korriban by the skin of her teeth / The use of Force suppressors is unhealthy / No name means no baggage right

Class: Imperial Agent

Species: Miraluka with cyborg fittings

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Vector in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Xiig

Absolute idiot wow what the heck

Class: Smuggler

Species: Human/Cyborg

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Akaavi in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Aurine Atithim (Au'rine in game)

Empress' Wrath to Acina / Darth Portentis / Daddy and mommy issues with a smokin' side of abandonment issues / Honor-bound

Class: Sith Warrior

Species: Sith/Kiffar

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Malavai Quinn and Arcann)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Mokon Zokanv (Mokon in game)

Champion of the Great Hunt / Asshole as an occupation

Class: Bounty Hunter

Species: Rattataki

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Straight

Ships: n/a (Mako in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Kaja Kallig

Desc here.

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Chiss

Gender: Genderfluid

Planet of Birth: Yanibar

Orientation: Pansexual

Ships: n/a (Lana Beniko in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes: Zeison Sha warrior, ex-Sith, guardian of the spacelanes

Hildr Fahn

'Darth Occlus' / Darth Agonia / Overseer of the Sphere of Mysteries / Mentee of Darth Marr / Child of a literal wound in the Force / Machine-hearted / A healthy fear of chains

Class: Sith Inquisitor Species: Sephi/Wound-in-the-Force Gender: Female Planet of Birth: Orientation: Pansexual Ships: Jarrok and Vette (formerly), Aurine Atithim (casual), Theron Shan (casual) (Arcann in game and in my black heart) Spotify playlist Notes:

Khi Vreetoas

Mandalorian / Ex-slave / It's entirely possible to be a bounty hunter with a heart of gold

Class: Bounty Hunter

Species: Nautolan

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Questioning

Ships: n/a (Torian Cadera in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Dhalu

Knight of the Old Republic / Dark-hearted / Beliefs are polarizing

Class: Jedi Consular Species: Togruta Gender: Female Planet of Birth: Orientation: Uncertain Ships: n/a (Tau Idair and Sahar in game) Spotify playlist Notes:

Siree Fahn

Watcher 6 / Mother on a mission / Local hater of the Sith / Undercover to find her daughter / Now knows not to have relations with wounds in the Force masquerading as pretty men

Class: Imperial Agent

Species: Sephi

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Thustra

Orientation: Uncertain

Ships: n/a (Nico Okarr in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Qirzah Kela'an (Quirzah in game)

Not a smuggler / Has a kid out there somewhere

Class: Smuggler

Species: Kiffar

Gender: Female

Planet of Birth: Kiffex

Orientation: Uncertain

Ships: n/a (Nico Okarr and Risha in game)

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Kaduul

Lord Desolatis / Practitioner of Sith Alchemy

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Species: Miraluka

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Asexual/Aromantic

Ships: n/a

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Chit-to

Desc. here.

Class: Jedi Knight

Species: Human

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)

Planet of Birth:

Orientation: Lesbian

Ships: n/a

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Sibahl Singh

Desc. here.

Class:

Species: Wound-in-the-Force/Human ig

Gender: Male

Planet of Birth:

Orientation:

Ships: n/a

Spotify playlist

Notes:

Akhira Rudak

Desc. here

Class: Bounty Hunter

Species: Cathar

Gender: Trans/Female

Planet of Birth:

Orientation:

Ships: n/a

Spotify playlist

Notes:

[lonewolfel]

Fictober 2020, Day 27

Prompt: 3 - “you did this?”

Fandom: SWTOR (Star Wars the Old Republic)

Rating: G (injury and mention of death) 

Zezaar stared at the carnage in front of her. Snow covered the ground with patches of deep red. She could feel the death and dying in the air see their life force leave their bodies. She could feel a man behind here. She could feel his rage, pain and guilt. The last she saw this man, she was his prisoner.

"Emperor Arcann." Zezaar said and she turned around. "You did this?"

"Barsen'thor." Arcann said and he activated his lightsaber. The yellow light broke through the darkness that surrounds the Zakuulan Emperor. Zezaar made no move to grab her lightsaber. 

"It has been a long time." Zezaar said

"So now you serve the Alliance. From one master to another." Arcann said

"I do not serve anyone." Zezaar said

"I preferred you as my prisoner." Arcann snarled and he lunged at the Jedi. Zezaar created a golden barrier between her and Arcann. With her other hand she used the force to fling earth at him. He snarked again.

"You will not win this, Emperor." Zezaar said and she pulled out her lightsaber. The gold dual blades hummed just as dangerous as beautiful. She removed the barrier. He went to cut off her head and she blocked. 

The fight went like that. Arcann trying to kill her and her blocking, trying to disarm him. Finally she managed a slight cut on his leg and with the Force she pushed him back. He landed on one knee.

"You cannot touch me." Arcann growled

"No one is invincible." Zezaar said and Arcann shot lightning at her. She blocked it with her lightsaber.

"You will fall." Arcann snarled

"Then I will rise again." Zezaar said and she began to throw more earth at him. Arcann cut off his lightning attack. He ran forward and pushed her back with the Force. He went to strike her neck with his lightsaber. She blocked it only for his blade to hit her shoulder instead of her neck. With the Force she pushed him back. He went flying and Zezaar stood up. Her comm went off. She answered it.

"Zezaar are you OK?" Lana asked

"I'm fine. Arcann is here." Zezaar said

"Get out of there." Lana said and Zezaar nodded.

"I will meet you at the ship." Zezaar said and she ended the call. With the Force she pulled her speeder towards her. She hopped onto her speeder and drove towards her starship. Lana was on the ramp of the ship. Zezaar got off the speeder and walked towards Lana. Lana looked at her shoulder in concern.

"I'm fine. We need to get out of here before Emperor Arcann calls the Eternal Fleet here." Zezaar said and she walked up the ramp.

"You are impossible." Lana said and the both entered the cockpit. There Koth was sitting with his legs on the nav computer.

"Officer Vortena, Arcann is here we need to go." Zezaar said and Koth took his feet off the nav. He began to push buttons as they began to take off. 

"I take it your informant wasn't reliable." Koth said as the ship began to lift off the planet.

"I don't know they were all dead." Zezaar said and Koth flinched. They left the atmosphere and entered hyperspace. Zezaar sat in the co-pilot seat. 

"You should treat that." Lana said and Koth looked over at her. Zezaar let out a slight breath and she put a hand over her wounded shoulder. With the Force she healed her shoulder. She put her hand down revealing her healed shoulder.