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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years ago

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My Love| Echo (part 6 beejesus...)

Notes: this ones short my bad, also this way shock you. I also have a strong urge to make hondo show up perhaps in the Future

Warnings: sad flashbacks, death and disease mentioned, cannablistic mentions (not eating anyone but like the word), cursing,

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 (you're hah here)

Masterlist

That wasn't possible.

"What a shame." Maul spoke, turning himself around and walking away the Pyke leader following him.

This was wrong.

"If we came for this it better be important." Hunter spoke snatching the drive, "we leave now,"

"Me and Jacob they'll return you to your ship." The teen spoke up, "but be quick we'll need to leave with the transports."

It was a silent stealthy journey back to the ship, Echo being pushed along the way by Wrecker mostly as he was trying to process what was being told to him.

So...Y/n was dead? No that was possible- they couldn't of killed everyone.

He walked onto the ship the twins wishing them luck as they rushed back off into the darkness. He took a seat on his bunk, removing the head gear and mask, his gaze trapped within the grain of the metal.

"Tech get us out of here." Hunter demanded.

Wrecker watched Echo, his brows furrowed and in conflict.

"Hey. Kid." Wrecker spoke nudging Omega softly, "Good job out there."

"I just stuck to the plan." She smiled.

"Wanna do one more mission?" He asked playfully she nodded happily.

"Go find Lula. I think someone needs her." Wrecker spoke as Omega nodded rushing to find the Tooka doll.

Wrecker walked over to Echo, sitting across from the reg, Echo kept his gaze down.

"Hey."

"I don't, I don't understand." Echo responded, "I- I don't..."

"It's okay-" Wrecker tried to speak.

"But it isnt." Echo seethed.

The sudden jolt told them they had jumped to hyperspace. Echo rubbed over his eyes.

"What was Y/n's family doing associated with the Empire..." Echo spoke, "I...I don't..."

Wrecker frowned, Hunter watching the cockpits doorway, his brother lost and confused, let down and heart broken.

Walking into the cockpit the door closed behind him.

"You'll want to see this Hunter." Tech spoke, "Echo was right."

Hunter took a seat, "Y/n's code name is Rosyln then?"

"In a sense yes, yet It is many things." Tech informed, "It's multiple things, a name, a code name, a secret military operation."

" a what." Hunter demanded answers now.

"On this disk it says Project Rosyln was ment to help in implicating...hunger in a sense.."

"Hunger?" Hunter asked, "Hunger for what?"

"Flesh, sentinel flesh," Tech responded, "They had many failis dead on contacts, until. Rosyln."

"The dead brother of Y/n's Echo mention." Hunter spoke as Tech nodded.

"He survived it, partially, resulting in an outdated inner rim disease known as Cancer." Tech responded, "though it is not sepcified what type, he died young."

"So how does Y/n fit into it?"

"Rosyln was Y/n's younger brother by adoption law on corosaunt, and the Zabrack was not lying when he said The L/n family was ontop the imperals kill list, it was ment for them to go into hiding, to essentially metophorically and phsycially slip into the dark." Tech contuined.

"Okay so the kids?"

"Test subjects." He responded, "farm animals, future death troopers fueled by anger and loss, much more. Hunter, They weren't a family, those people they called there parents? Used them."

"Can we save any of them? Y/n? The older kids? The young ones? Anyone?" Hunter questioned.

"This here is a list of kids of Y/n's family," Tech spoke, plugging into the panel infront of him as the hologram formed, "red are dead, there eay of leaving is by there name. Jay here died of rejection of food, he starved to death. Siora drowned herself in the shower room-"

"Thats enough Tech. Who's alive." Hunter demanded.

"Y/n here is still alive, but that is all." Tech responded opening the file, "but has a number of unstablizing test ran on him, it shows here his diet was starting to change from normal foods to sential flesh, but before they could change him fully he escaped."

"How."

"Unknown."

Hunter was silent, for a moment as Tech closed the file, going through the others, "This also contains other information, such as helpful codes the imperals are now using, current inflation in imperal troopers, comn chatter and resources-"

"Don't let Echo see this." Hunter spoke.

"Hunter, I. I don't think this is a good idea." Tech told him, "You'e seen what he'll go through already to see him again. Hunter that was a sith he went up on, a Pyke leader."

"He doesn't need another thing to have a mental break down on. What happens if we find Y/n? Dead in a ditch-." Hunter argued, "if we can't fix him- we can't even help Crosshair None the less ourselves!"

"Hunter, he deserves to know." Tech defended, "let's be real here Hunter, we've nevee been there for him, we saved him from one hell to put into another, we can't help him because we don't understand him."

Hunter was silent, he knew Tech was right, "You're right." Hunter told him.

Tech pulled the disk from the panel looking back at Hunter, "Hunter I know this is hard. But this is his family. And I wish for a time in my life, I was wrong."

Hunter stayed silent walking out the cockpit, and down the small hallways, Omega trying to cheer Echo up with Lula and Wrecker with a supportive smile.

"Echo."

Echo looked back, "Tech wants to uh...show you something."

Echo got up without a word walking into the cockpit.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Omega questioned looking up at Hunter.

"Sure he will!" Wrecker tried to stay postive looking back at Hunter who kept his gaze down.

"Not this time Omega." Hunter told her, as she leaned in for a hug, he patting her head as she hug his stomach.

Tech walked out the cockpit, the doors closing behind him, "Echo wishes to take first watch while we rest," Tech informed.

"Where do we go next from here?" Omega spoke looking up at Hunter.

"We'll keep working jobs for Cid, seeing what we can do." Hunter responded, "Tech when Echo is done with that disk, see if anything on there has Crosshair on it."

"I have alredy copied the disk, I will look through it more on my watch after Echo's." Tech responded.

Hunter nodded

"hey kid." Wrecker spoke up, "lets go play a game together."

Omega nodded as Wrecker picked up Omega the two walking away to her room, Hunter mentally thanking Wrecker.

"How'd he react." Hunter responded.

"He hasn't." Tech responded, "I left it plugged in. He has the option. I just don't know if he's used it."

It was true, Echo had the option, the wanting, but he sat in his chair, staring at the disk sitting in the panel.

This was it.

This was the ticket, he could know, move on, grt some type of closure either Y/n was dead or alive. Even if Y/n was dead or alive he let Y/n's biggest secret slip.

'Just...I don't like people to pity his name.' Y/n told Echo, the two standing in all black together and umbrella over head as they walked the cemetery, 'he fought hard, that's all that matters, and there's no reason you should pity someone for when you loose,'

Echo nodded at him, 'I won't tell anybody, I understand to a degree, but if you need to talk, I want to listen,'

Y/n nodded, 'Thanks again for comin along Echo, not the best way to meet my baby brother,''

'I was glad to meet him, either way,'

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, finger's scratching at his nape. Standing up and walking over his hand hovered over the disk, should he pull it out? Should he press that small white button to let every fear he's had consume him?

He pulled the disk out, this was the right choice. Whatever he needed to know. He'd learn from y/n when he'd see him. Rubbing over the disk he slid it in his belts pouch and sat in the piolts seat looking out into the blue swirls. He was doing it again.

Sitting in silence, watching nothing new pass him by. Y/n was alive, if the others believed it or not was there choice, it was there opinion, he knew what he was saying was a fact, and he didn't need no disk to tell him so.

But the question still remained, Why was Y/n involved in crime syndicates and with Sith?"

The male turned himself around shoulder hair length, strings of white in his hair; stress induced.

"It's done." Lom Pyke spoke, "The kids are out, where is the spice."

"It's on the ship don't you worry." He spoke.

"You've returned the favor after I've said you returned the favor."

"Then we've returned the favor." Lom Pyke argued.

"I did everything you asked!" Lom Pyke argued, "I've stuck my neck out for you more than you can imagine you cannablistic bitch!-"

The pyke leader was cut off, lifted into the air as he gripped at his neck, and brought forward quickly, choking on the lack of air.

"Do you know who I am?" The man questioned quietly.

"L-let-" the pyke tried to speak stratching at his neck for breath, "let me g-go!"

"Oh...you don't?" The man questioned, "I was afraid once...not to long ago, afraid as you are now..."

The sound of choking made him pause adding slight pressure, "p-please!"

"I am no longer afraid...I am..." the man thought, any more and the pyke leader would die, "Well, funny thing is, I don't even know who I am anymore...but I do know, that, you, owe me much more than you think."

The man was dropped to the floor, attempting to catch air, "Perhaps, you wish, once to see who I was, to see how I became this thing you call a cannablistic bitch!"

"Please! No-" He defended, raising his head to look up in plead, "Not again! Not that place!"

A hand was placed on his head, as the Sith lord walked in. Within a matter of seconds the Pyke fell limp, the man pushing him over as he fell and rolled down the small stells of the elevated ledge.

"You're here for a reason Maul?"

"I am indeed, that clone, you told to meet us on Zut, there were clones."

"Entertain me Maul." He spoke, walking down the small steps, the hells of his boots clicking as he made it down the steps.

"Seems you're little buddy Captain dipshit isnt the only clone that's defected. That little Ray shit of your's hacked the imperal files." Maul spoke, his tone as usual, dark, broody, annoying to the mans ears, "Clone force 99, may just be on our side."

The man snatched the datapad from him, "and they have a child with them. How wonderful."

"Status' as of current."

"Like I said that dipshit of yours sursingly has his corners covered. Ray's tracking them as we speak." Maul told.

The man looked through the photo's there he was in all his glory, sure angry but just as remembered.

"Lets hope an ex sith lord, a fucked up group of clones, a cannablistic bitch kill, and some kids can help kill your old ass wrinkly master." The man spoke Maul snatching the data pad back and making his leave.

"Oh. And one know's who you are." Maul responded standing in the door way, "Before I gave them anything, one knew Rosyln is Y/n,"

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wantonlywindswept · 1 year ago

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ftr, list of known orders: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Contingency_Orders_for_the_Grand_Army_of_the_Republic:_Order_Initiation,_Orders_1_Through_150

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@dino-cattivo replied to your post “Could someone other than Palpatine issue the chip...”:

Hard to say sine Palpatine would need to trust someone with that power. On the other hand the plan was years in the making and there needs to be a plan B for when Palpatine in unable to like in prison or under investigation. I just don't know who

Maybe Mas Amedda? He seems to be the closest to a 'second' that the S. Chancellor seems to have, I think. Very doubtful Palps would trust him, tho. Doubt he'd give that power to one of his apprentices, either...

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@aces-to-apples replied to your post “Could someone other than Palpatine issue the chip...”:

I cannot imagine Palpatine would ever trust someone to give those orders should he be unable (does not trust anyone) or dead (does not believe he can die) (would no longer give a shit even if he was)

Hmmm yeah that's a good point, his arrogance would probably keep him from giving ANYONE a position even remotely equal to him, or thinking he'd ever be defeated.

But then would the orders involving the Supreme Chancellor (4, 5, 65) actually apply to the position (for if he didn't get/lost the position), or are they duds that wouldn't actually work?

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@detestedmuppet: #yes if they were the supreme chancellor

Oh. Ohhhhhh that is so galaxy brain. He can't really encode 'only answer to Darth Sidious' in case someone somehow got their hands on the list, but if someone ELSE had that 'supreme chancellor' title then the authority would probably default to them. INTRIGUING.

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@little-kitty-kanny: #i voted yes and hear me out#palpatine was arguably one of the most clever sith lords we know of#and i don't think he'd leave the destruction of the jedi to chance#was mans WHOLEY confident he could win and no one would know until it was too late?#absolutely sheev didn't believe be would lose#because mans was playing 5th dimension chess with someone who thought they were playing checkers#he manipulated BOTH sides of the clone wars UNDER THE JEDIS NOSES#because the jedi were CONFIDENT the sith were dead and aint no way they would've noticed#but you can't tell me sheev palpatine didn't have a BACKUP plan just in case someone started getting wise to his bs#we have seen how he's manipulated people but there was no guarantee that the senate was just going to hand over total emergency power to him#i think he would've had a back up so that just in case something happened to him or he lost chancellorhood somehow#so that then he could MANIPULATE whoever was now in charge to kill the jedi#and i mean... that honestly would've looked better for him in some aspects#“oh the current chancellor ordered the death of the jedi!!!!! he/she/they/xe can't be trusted with this position!!!!”#and then he could've weasled his way in#but my case to be made is sheev palpatine may be egotistical but he isn't stupid during the clone wars#he knew his enemy was around him and he needed contingency plans#his biggest downfall was letting his guard down after most trained jedi were dead#as well as underestimating Anakin Skywalker's devotion to his family#because as we all know#Anakin Skywalker has ALWAYS been extremely loyal to people rather than ideas#he once thought sheev was his friend#but he lost time with his children and wife directly because of palpatine#something he discovers in the comics written about vader#and anakin def would've changed his tune once discovering luke was his baby and palps lied to him#which def changed their dynamic but only AFTER the jedi were already gone

Him framing someone else would be way smarter tbh. Maybe that's what the Chancellor-specific orders were for?

opinion poll for reasons that are definitely not mean

#star wars #star wars meta #tcw

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darth-marr · 1 year ago

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Four had gone radio silent during the mission. Necessities of the job and such. Checking messages was the last thing on their mind when playing the role of a terrorist, after all. It wasn't until they were on the bumpy shuttle back to Dromund Kaas that the idea of going through the backlog even occurred to them, and when you could barely follow the words on a tiny comm where every message was marked URGENT, it didn't seem necessary to follow up until they were actually planetside.

Apparently, one of those messages was actually that important, so important that a jittery probationary Intel agent had been sent to retrieve them. (He had quite probably been recently hired, given the datapad that had regulations up on the screen. Perhaps one of the senior members of intelligence had told him there would be a test on the regulations; a common prank to bring levity to an otherwise grim and thankless job.) The human spoke far to quickly for Four to truly follow, but they understood the gist of it.

"A Sith," Four repeated, and the human nodded.

"Immediate reassignment," he stuttered. He began to speak again before Four waved him off in hopes of shutting him up. He did. Four told him to forward any available information of their new assignment before dismissing him, damn whatever else he had to say. He'd be fired soon enough anyway, given his performance so far.

But Four refused to go back to HQ without an iced caff in their hands. The threat of a headache tapped at their shoulder, and if they were to deal with a sith, they needed caff that wasn't just a cup of boiled dirt. Their comm beeped at them, presumably that human again, and Four decided against checking. Immediate reassignment, to their experience at least, still meant a day to debrief, recuperate, and then brief themselves on their next assignment. They had time.

Caff in one hand, scone in the other, and their rifle strapped to their back, Four finally made their way towards HQ. Another agent caught up with them and gave them a stern look. "You were told you were to report immediately," he hissed, "The Sith lord you've been reassigned to has been here a good fifteen minutes."

Perhaps Four shouldn't have been so dismissive of that probationary agent.

The Chiss made a beeline to the conference room, where a tiny frazzled Intelligence liaison was doing her best to keep an even tinier Sith calm. "Ah, now, it seems," she smiled, trying to keep the strain out of her voice.

The Sith -- one that Four hadn't even learned the name of, the unopened messages reminded them -- turned around. The immediate reassignment was truly immediate.

Four offered a bright smile and a courteous bow, scone and caff still in hand. "I brought you caff," they replied, offering the drink.

|| @darth-marr

"Do not make me repeat myself." Slithered out from a mouth that rarely moved, with a voice nearly hoarse, typically unused. So much of their time spent in laboratories or dark, decrepit crypts-- what was the use of voice? Apparently, in this moment, to chastise the poor Intelligence liaison, who tried quite desperately to remain placid in the face of a Sith who was quickly losing their patience.

Their laboratory in the depths of Dromund Kaas had become sterile. On Korriban, it had been manageable, yet with the ever overreaching politics of the Sith, they'd been forced to relocate. Escapism manifested in uncovering ancient ruins, some so far lost in the erosion of time, their namesakes had vanished into the stars.

And-- escaping the wounds that Va'rika had inflicted.

Some wound never heal, and those are the ones that still wept in their shadow, following like ghosts. An aide wouldn't keep them away, but would serve as a much-needed distraction.

"They're just returning from a mission," the liaison interrupted Kaduul's downward spiral, and fortuitously-- their temper. "Ah, now, it seems."

Before she can gesture toward the Cipher, the alchemist disregarded her without so much as a sparing word, instead turning their attention fully upon the agent.

"Finally. We have work to do."

#valleyofgolg #cipher four; threads #four literally walking in 15 min late with starbucks

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mayxthexforce · 6 months ago

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sithisms:

You play a role. To either save the galaxy. Or completely destroy it. Kun felt the power. Got a taste. And couldn't turn back when it was already too late. Vodo had all but warned him of the consequences of his curiosity. All for the sake of wiping the darkness off the face of the galaxy. No..he became exactly what he had once sworn to destroy. It was almost poetic. Funny. As if the gods themselves played a cruel prank on him. To make him a god of destruction.

When Ulic tried to avoid getting him dirty Kun laughed as he wiped the dust from Ulic's shoulders and placed his hands on his shoulders." The true meaning of the sith resides in us. The legacy the ghosts of old gave us. A legacy I will shape into our image. Worshipped as the gods we were made to be." Gods with power. He made promises to Ulic. His own power, his army. His gaze. His appreciation and devout faith in eachother.

'Love is weak..for the weak. You are asking for betrayal.' An internal conflict between them. His darkside was strong. Freshly slaughtering his master with his newly created double bladed lightsaber. His pride swelling as he kept his hand on his shoulder to shift himself in a way he could lead him." Tell me..has you're brother made contact with you?" He asked as he spoke with a calm collected tone. Cay was a problem. The annoying rat has all but tried to convince his brother to come back. Killing his master was a release from the light's hold. A chain that snapped the moment his clothes collapsed.

"You must kill him. Or force him to see our way. He has all but clambered all over you. Begging for something you aren't anymore..you're a sith lord. Brother or not. He is your weakness. As Master Vodo was to me." Each word spoken in a whisper. A reassuring statement that would encourage his Apprentice. Break the chain. No more weakness to bind him to the weakness of the light.

It wasn't just them. He had a good platoon of corrupted jedi. Bent by the holocron he smashed with his hand to obtain his powerful allies. But allies was all they were. Loyal and hellbent on slaying their masters without a second thought. All Ulic needed was to complete his. Kill Cay and truly release himself.

"You don't wish to be weak..do you?" He asked with honesty as he would cup his face with a soft hum.

Ulic let himself be guided, as he had since they'd both been shown their true role in the force's grand scheme of things, by Kun. Gods. They would be seen as gods, spoken of for eons on end, feared for their ruthlessness, and admired for their determination. WORSHIPPED.

The mention of Cay felt like the time he'd fallen into Ilum's ice cold waters when it'd been his time to find a kyber crystal. Like a sudden, painful awakening. Like a dream giving way to a nightmare.

His little brother, Cay... always hopeful, always so certain that he could get through to Ulic no matter what they disagreed on, always so stubborn about sticking to his side and naive, naive for thinking he could sway him away from his new convictions. Ulic couldn't blame him, he had made Cay that way. Always keeping him close, always being the bigger person and letting Cay have his way, because that's how his mother had raised them, raised him: to always keep his brother at arm's reach, always where he could see him, where he could protect him, doing everything he could not to upset him.

Now, that closeness was all but gone– or it would be, if only Cay didn't insist on sticking with him.

They both made awful Jedi. Ulic couldn't let go of his curiosity and Cay... well, he couldn't let go of Ulic. Perhaps, he could turn his brother to the dark side, make him see, make him understand. But doing so with the shards didn't feel right. No, Cay was smart. He didn't need to have the holocron's shards pierce his skin to understand. Ulic could- he WOULD make him understand without harming him.

And if not, then Cay was no brother of his.

Kun's hand on his chin made him snap out of the spiral. "Cay is NOTHING to me," Ulic spoke pointedly. "If he was really my brother, he wouldn't even hesitate to join me. It wouldn't even be a question."

He avoided the question, because Cay constantly tried to contact him. Reached for him through the force as he had when he was just a child learning to swim, relying on Ulic to remain afloat, trusting him to remain by his side when the strength of his limbs inevitably waned. And yet, he was unwilling to remain by Ulic's side now that the roles were reversed and Ulic wanted him at his disposal. The ungrateful brat...

The dark side made it SO EASY for his doubts about Cay to turn to resentment. Especially when the alternative was WEAKNESS.

"If he doesn't stay out of our way, he will die." It was a promise. Yet, it felt more like a fact. A premonition. There was no other possible option. A Sith only deals in absolutes. If his brother wasn't with him, then he was against him. An enemy, and all their enemies would die. "I'll make sure of it."

His comm went off. His crusaders had found the remaining rebellious Mandalorians.

"We're wasting light," he said. "They found the weak links."

Friends, siblings, spouses. It didn't matter. The mandalorians, too, had to show their loyalty to their new Lord. Nothing could remain to tie them to their rebellious old ways. The chain had to be snapped, only then would they be wholly loyal, truly free to serve them appropriately.

#||in character: ulic qel droma||#& exar kun #||verse: blind; ulic qel droma||#sithisms

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