#Moff Delian Mors

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Actually canon accurate fanart of Moff Delian Mors of Ryloth from 'Lords of the Sith'. Talk about 'expanded' universe, amirite?

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Gay Glup Shitto of the Day #29b

Queer to stay

I promised queer rep every day, so let's talk about a few I wanted to mention, but didn't want to give full posts to.

Delian Mors gets the destinction of being the first explicitly queer character made since Disney bought Star Wars, but not much else. She had a wife who died and was a moff in the early days of the Empire. Still first Lesbian on a technicality.

Aleksin and Pavol were gay lovers, and one was a clone of the other.

Lesbian.

Yuehiro was a Jedi trans man. He changed his name three times in four years and was on HRT.

Shogo was a trans man who was a freelance slicer. Also on HRT and had a knee brace.

Elodie Maracavanya was a pirate who, after the fall of the empire, came to be ruler of a pirate nation. Nonbinary and used the pronouns zhe/zher, she/her, and he/him.

Tepoh was a genderfluid aide working for Saché who also used the pronouns zhe/zher.

At least four species had something unique going on with gender and/or sex. Xidelphiads would change sex as their life progressed. Chalhuddans had five genders that they changed at will. Dianogas were hermaphrodites and chose their gender. Hutts were also hermaphrodites and capable of asexual reproduction. Anyone remember Stinky? Yeah, Jabba was his only parent.

Venestra Rwoh was an Aromantic Jedi during the high republic. Her recent live action appearance was potrayed by the lesbian Rebecca Henderson, wife of The Acolyte creator Leslye Headland. I also need to mention that official art of her as a teen used Kristen Stewart as a reference.

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The Arrival

Warnings: none

Chiss delegates were coming to the Empire. When Governor Arihnda Pryce had first heard the news she had scarcely believed her ears, but no, they had not tricked her and neither had the secretary that had brought her the news. Arihnda grimaced, she almost felt sorry for what she had done to the poor girl. But surving in the Empire was a dangerous game, and one could never be too careful. So she didn't let her mind dwell on it. Still, she couldn't believe that she was here at what appeared to be a regular, old, run of the mill gathering of the Coruscant elite. There was dancing, party drinks, colored lights strung from every eave, the only oddity from any other high-class party was that this one was held at the forefront of a landing platform. Currently empty, but as the night went on the whispers of people began to rise, the whispers that tonight's gathering was in fact a welcoming party for the Chiss....Aristocra who would be joining the Empire.

Ah yes, the Chiss. A remarkable species, tall and lithe, with few exceptions, in her personal experience. They all possessed a blue palor, ranging from a powdered baby blue, to a deep midnight. Their eyes shone bright red, glowing even in the daylight. And they all sported a series of strange markings across their foreheads, it was unique to each Chiss and she often caught herself wondering if the patterns continued down to other places on their bodies.

The most important aspect of a party, Arihnda had decided years ago, was the people. And that night the small square they had carved out, was certainly not lacking. Some of the most important men and women in galaxy had gathered there, including but not limited to: Moff Jerjerrod, Moff Adelhard, Moff Delian Mors, Grand Moff Tolruck, and even Grand Moff Tarkin. As well as a number of ISB officers and lesser goveners and senators, Arihnda Pryce herself included. But none of them concerned her tonight. Any other night her eyes would sought him out, but tonight he was impossible to miss.

The Chiss stood only twenty feet away from her, engaged in conversation with Colonel Yularen, an expected occurrence. His white uniform was buttoned up the neck, his golden shoulder bars neatly polished, and his Grand Admiral's plaque shined in the diming light. His blueish-black hair that had grown long enough to curl slightly, was tucked under and pinned, giving the allusion that it was shorter than it truly was. In his un-gloved hand he held a flute of some dark red alcohol. Swirling it gently and taking a sip every once in a while, he would have come off as completely impassive, undisturbed by the prospect of tonight's meeting, if his red eyes hadn't kept flicking over to the spaceport every few moments or his neck hadn't been tightening against the pressed colar of his uniform. To the untrained eye he seemed as calm as ever, but Arihnda could see that he was nervous.

Moving through the crowd, swiping a glass of some yellow sparkling drink from a busdroid, she made her way towards the Grand Admiral and Colonel. As she approached she could discern that they were in deep conversation concerning the Grand Admiral Thrawn's Tie Defender project. A smile tugged at the corner of her lip, she had long since convinced the Admiral to station that project of his on her home planet of Lothal, and so far the arrangement had paid off wonderfully for the both of them.

Due to it, Lothal remained the center point for all military activity in the Outer Rim, providing it with an unchallenged position of power with the lesser systems and a direct connection to Coruscant itself, meaning a communications hub. And for the Admiral, virtually free testing grounds, supplies, and labor. The deal wouldn't get any sweeter. From what she had been told the Tie Defender project was proceeding at a satisfactory speed and continued to produce the most efficient fighters the galaxy had ever seen. As she neared the end of her musings, she stepped to the edge of the two men's conversation range, just as Thrawn was finishing his sentence.

"...even pilots of mediocre skill are aces behind the controls of a Defender."

"They will surely be a great asset for the Empire." Arihnda stepped forward, hands clasped behind her back, she inclined her head to the two men. Yularen took a step back, allowing her intrance into their circle while also distancing himself. His critical eyes took in her modest uniform for the occasion. She had opted to remain in her grey Imperial jumper, instead of dressing up for the night. From her side she could feel Thrawn eyes burning into her. She had long since become accustomed to his...intensity, but she had not yet learned how to be comfortable under it. Nor did she think she ever would. It took all of her willpower just not to squirm.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, Colonel Yularen," she greeted them both.

"Governor Pryce," Thrawn's deep melodious voice rose to greet her in turn. Yularen bowed to them both, before turning and striding off to find company in another group. Arihnda's lips pressed into a thin line. He had never exactly agreed with Thrawn's choice of companionship with her. She turned to look up at the Chiss, he towered over her, his presence was both comforting in a way and intimidating. She was aware that he could as surely be a powerful enemy as he was an ally. Though, she thought ruefully, she didn't know what he would do without her on the political field.

Glancing at him, she wondered if he understood the political significance of the Chiss sending delegates into Empire space. Maybe that was why he was so on edge, maybe it was only because it had been so long since he had been among his own people. Watching as his hand tightened around the neck of his glass as he once again glanced towards the landing pad, she decided to broach the subject.

"When do you expect them to arrive?" she kept her voice light, nonchalant. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip, his gazed still fixed forward.

"I am not sure what you mean," she smiled slightly, he would bluff his way out of a confrontation with a bloodcrazed enemy and mislead even the brightest tactician. But this man was a horrible liar when it came to casual conversation.

"Oh?" a slight eyebrow raise, "I thought it would be at the forefront of you mind."

He gave her a poor imitation of a quizzical expression, and she internally sighed.

"The arrival of the Chiss delegates?" he paused for a moment before his shoulders dropped a few inches.

"It has crossed my mind once or twice," he admitted, and by "once or twice" she knew he meant that he hadn't stopped thinking about it once.

"Are you ready for their arrival?"

"I had hoped so," he paused and she gained the faint sense that he was speaking more to himself than to her, "I had hoped that I would have more time before facing the Aristocra again." A puzzled expression took over her face.

"Again?" Thrawn turned to face her, his own face blank, a slow blink took over.

"I am cavpet for a reason, Governor Pryce. The Aristocra are an army of their own right, their fight to protect the Ascendancy from within. They proclaimed me a danger to our world and they had every right to do so." She stayed silent for a moment, mulling over his words in her head, she could understand his fears to face his people if they thought he was a danger to their society. But surely they must recognize that he would not intentionally endanger them? If he was even a fraction as loyal to the Ascendancy as he was to the Empire than there was no doubt that he would give his life to protect them. A word he had used snagged at her attention, she twisted her tongue around the foreign pronunciation before turning to face him again.

"Cavpet?" The word was strangled in her mouth, but understandable as she forced it out. He hung his head, his lips pressing together and the skin around his eyes tightening. She leaned closer, unused to such displays of emotion from him, as he spoke.

"Exile."

Arihnda barely managed to keep the look of shock off of her face. She had heard rumors of him having been found on a desolate, uninhabited planet, but she had never even heard a rumor that he was outcasted.

"I...I am sorry," what was she meant to say? There was no way that she could relate. Thrown out from your land, separated from your people, your family. Having everything you loved and knew stripped away from you and being trust into an unknown and dangerous land filled with people trying to stab you at all corners. Wait, maybe she did know how it felt.

But even then, having to stand still and greet the people who threw you out. Acting as a diplomat for the people who showed you no mercy? It was cruel. She could almost feel sorry for him.

"It is no fault of yours," he stated it simply "I do not blame the Aristocra, I understand their reasoning, and I am aware that my exile had to happen so that I could continue to the next stage of my life." She stared at him for a few seconds, that was not how she would have felt if she was in his shoes. He turned his head to hers and a small smile graced his lips. It was exquisite.

"I had hoped that I would be able to construct a viable ground for the Ascendancy to accept me back by the time I came to meet with the Aristocra," melancholy filled his eyes, "I find that unlikely to happen." He straightened and stared down at Arihnda for a second, before nodding and turning to walk away from her.

"Ms. Price," she muttered a goodbye and went her own separate way. Not commenting on his misuse of her title.

Arihnda lingered around the edges of the party for hours, interacting and conversing with various diplomats here and there while she waited and watched. Thrawn had not yet rejoined the socialites' circle. She had suspected that he had run off somewhere to discuss battle tactics with Colonel Yularen, until she spotted the Colonel in vigorous conversation with his own ISB agents. And Tarkin was still in his place, standing almost completely still, allowing suitors to come to him rather than chase them out. There was no one nor anything out of place that could have pointed her towards what Thrawn had disappeared to.

The night dragged on, and as it grew later, some of the politicians began to wane out. Dragging bejeweled skirts and feathered headdresses behind them, they made their way to the exits and out into the cold Coruscant night. It wasn't uncommon for these kinds of parties to last until the very break of dawn, and sometimes continue after, but many of the politicians and military leaders were becoming impatient.

They would wait nearly two hours more, before a sleek spacecraft appeared.

Long and slinder, the vessel gave the appearance of a large bodied snake. Swirls and straight lines of engravings traced the walls of the ship. And it grew closer, three legs popped from the belly of the ship and allowed it to land on the small platform. As it did an outrageous cheer went up from the surrounding socialites.

Looking around Arihnda Pryce could see the curiosity and wonder spreading across the faces of the men and women around her, she listened to their cheers as if in a far away chamber, busy trying to dissect the alien ship, trying to learn what she could before the Chiss, she knew where inevitably inside, exited the craft. There was nothing that she could see beyond the outside design and artistry. She wished there were books that held the secrets to Chiss policy and political intrigue. But unfortunately and excitingly, this was first contact, she would have to learn as she went. As she finished her meager observations, the hatch door at the center of the ship slid open.

Arihnda's heart stuttered. She stared at the ramp leading from the ship to the ground floor, waiting with baited breath as the thuds of people's footsteps became audible from within the ship. She felt herself unconsciously leaning forward, when from the edge of the doorway she caught a glimpse of dark fabric. And two Chiss exited the ship.

They were both of them male, standing at around six foot, one was an inch taller than the other. The one on the left was a deep azure in colour, his eyes remarkably bright against his darker skin, his mouth was pulled into a tight line, and his brow was furrowed. He scanned the area in sync with the Chiss to the right, the closest colour she could think of to describe him was cyan. Not a bright blinding blue, but lighter than any other she had seen. He looked younger than his companion as well, and his eyes seemed to shine a bit more. They both had dark blue-black hair cropped close to the tops of their ears, along with wearing dark grey uniforms, striped along the edges with burgundy red and sporting twin blazing suns on their shoulders. Arihnda didn't mistake them for the Aristocra for a second, she had been among enough military personnel in her lifetime to recognize a uniform where she saw one, and they both had rank plaque on their chests, though she couldn't decifer their meaning.

Her observation was comfirmed correct as the two soldiers positioned themselves at the two sides of the door. And while neither of them carried a visible firearm, probably as a sign of good-faith from the Aristocra, she had no doubt that they could hold their own.

Turning her gaze back to the door of the strange vessel, she was met with the gaze of an older Chiss decked in red, older than the two who had stepped out before, older than Thrawn. His gaze rested on her for two seconds, and during that time she could hear the blood pumping through her ears. His gaze was no less intense than Thrawn's, it must be a species thing then, but unlike Thrawn where she got the feeling he was picking her apart, laying her out on a medtable, and reading her strategies and tactics. It seemed as if with this man, just from those two seconds of study, he could (and would) strip her of every dignity and acomplishment, shred her every dream and hope until nothing was left but a breathing shell, scavenging for power at the bottom of the sea floor. She shuddered, and made a note not to anger him, he had the same look about him as Grand Moff Tarkin.

Looking closely at him, studying his patterns. She noticed that his skin was darker than any of the others, his blue-back hair was graying, pulled into long locks that coiled around his head, his ridges were more defined than those of Thrawn. And his regalia, she frowned as she got a closer look at it, it was the same colour of the other twos' uniform threads. Besides his black boots and gloves, he was draped in dark burgundy red. The fabric swung around him, and from his shoulders a caplet fell. It was decorated in a variety of fine threads that twisted into intricate patterns, but as he stepped down she caught a glimpse of the crest embroidered onto the back of the caplet, a blazing sun. Was it the sign of the Ascendancy?

The idea was pushed to the back of her mind as another male in black exited the ship, tucked under his arm was a holopad of unknown design and a bundle of burgundy fabric. This outfit was made of considerably more fine fabric than that of the soldiers, and the way he held himself reminded her all too well of the politicians standing around her. Though his suit was still striped with burgundy. The Chiss must really like red, she thought ruefully, observing the four Chiss who stood just outside of the vessel.

Grand Moff Tarkin began his approach to the elder Chiss leading the parade, when two more exited the ship. This time a woman cloaked in black striped with yellow exited, and a male of the same age and height with stripes of dark blue stepped off with her. And as Arihnda watched they turned in such a way that she could see they each wore unique crests, not that of the sun. Though looking closer she did begin to see that another patch was present on their opposing shoulders, what appeared to be a solar system composed of two rings, with a single planet in the first and three in the second as well as another larger circle connected to the one in the upper lefthand corner, looking at all of the Chiss she noticed that they all carried this crest, no matter the colour they wore. Last and finally, two more soldiers exited the vessel, both wearing the respective colours of the chiss who came out immediately before them. And these two she noted with a hint of surprise, were carrying blasters.

They filled out of the ship, two of the four soldiers standing at the back of the convoy near the doors of the spaceship, the other two stood at the sides, the three in striped finery stood at the center protected by the warriors at their sides, and at the front stood the one in full burgundy, with his hand now firmly grasped in Tarkin's.

"Welcome to the Empire, I am Grand Moff Tarkin. We were told to expect you tonight. Have a drink, rest yourselves after you long flight. Afterward we will travel further into the capital to meet the Emporer himself." Tarkin's smile was filled with joy, his words flowed like honey, but in truth it was all a test, it was always a test with him. Of course the Chiss were allowed and welcome to stay as long as they wished to mingle, but it would be impolite and improper to leave the Emperor waiting any longer than necessary.

A protocol droid scurried over and gave the fine dressed Chiss the translation in Sy Bisti. The Chiss watched Tarkin his face unchanging, his eyes blank as the protocol droid rattled on. When it had finished, he started himself and spoke. But not in Sy Bisti, not in his native tongue, instead he spoke in Basic. It was undefined and rough, but he knew more than enough to hold a short conversation and be understood.

"I thank you Grand Moff, for your seen hospitality. I and mine, will stay half of the hour. Then we will travel to city's capital to meet with your Emperor." Well played, it would be rude to reject a Grand Moff's invitation, thirty minutes with the excuse of the Emperor waiting for them was more than satisfactory. Apparently Tarkin believed so as well, if the quirk of his lips was any indication.

"And what do I call you?" The older Chiss smiled, a thin, knife like thing.

"I am Patriarch Mitth'urf'ianico. It will be easier for you to call me Thurfian." Once again Arihnda found herself frowning, so it was not just Thrawn's solution to shorten his name. And as for the Mitth, why was the first part of their name the same? Arihnda watched carefully as Tarkin bowed his head and gestured to those around.

"Please mingle, if there is anything I may do for you, speak it and it shall be yours." The Chiss, Thurfian, smiled at his proclamation. He tilted his head as if to think, though no seriousness was put into the gesture.

"There is one thing you may help with Grand Moff." his eyes twinkled as Tarkin promised "anything" as he brought his hand to rest above his heart, "Where is Mitth'raw'nuruodo?" The Grand Moff did not seem surprised by the question in the least. He clasped his hands as he opened his mouth to answer the very question she had been wondering the answer to.

"He is here." Tarkin took a step back and gestured high, to a balcony where Thrawn stood, his hands perfectly clasped behind his back as he gazed down at the scene below. From his vantage point he would have had a perfect view of the landing platform and the entire yard, he could keep an eye on everyone simultaneously. From high above, he inclined his head ever so slightly in the Patriarch's direction before beginning to make his way off of the balcony and down the stairs to meet with those below.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, and the company of socialites parted to make room for him as he slowly walked his towards the eight other Chiss. His pace was slow and calculated as he approached them, he eyes the one in front warily. With good reason Pryce believed, he reeked of danger. He passed her side, and she could see him glance at her from the corner of his eye as he strode past and continued down the aisle. He reached his destination quickly enough, beside Grand Moff Tarkin, directly in front of Patriarch Thurfian.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn." Tarkin aknowledged. He automatically spaced his feet, and squared his shoulders, coming to attention and staring ahead. But even from where she stood so many steps back, despite his attempts to hide it, and remain as stoic and calm as he could. She could see his fist clenching, and the sweat dripping from his neck.

The elder Chiss took him in with one sweep of his eyes.

"Thrawn," his lips curled in what Pryce could only describe as an automatic reaction of disdain. A trained reaction to his name. Thrawn, for his part, remained unphased, staring straight ahead.

"Thurfian," Arihnda was almost certain that he was breaking some sort of protocol there by excluding the Patriarch's title. That same nasty smile crossed his lips, and he leaned forward.

"Grand Admiral," Patriarch Thurfian snorted and stepped back, he looked Thrawn up and down once again. He raised his hand to shoulder height, two fingers raised with the others curled inwards. And made a sharp gesture towards Thrawn. Without hesitation the two soldiers with the red accents charged forward, they gripped Thrawn by the shoulders and pushed him down, one of them kicked in the back of his leg forcing him onto his knees, as they roughly grabbed his long hair and pulled his head back so that he was glaring up at Thurfian. Tarkin took a step forward, his mouth opened to protest, but the soldier in yellow quickly moved to intercept him and pushed him back.

Arihnda jerked forward, a protest if her own catching in her throat as watched the Patriarch take the step back towards Thrawn.

Thurfian clasped his gloved hands behind his back, one brow arched as he glowered down at the other Chiss. He appeared satisfied at Thrawn's position, kneeling in front of him. His hair had come undone and fell across his face, giving him an almost wild appearance. Thurfian's mouth curled as he opened it to speak, a language she did not recognize came from his lips. It floated with a melodious cadence, hard consonants were replaced with vowels, glottal stops such as those found in their names passed without the speaker lingering on them, it was overly filled with "ch's," "ce's" and "s's" making each word flow into the next. Arihnda found herself unable to decern where one sentence ended, and where another began. Bordering frantic, she searched for the translator droid, only to find it standing off to the side, its head cocked to the side in what she would describe as confusion in a human. Distantly, she heard it mutter:

"Curious, I have no records of this language in my database." Karabast. Her one chance to understand what they were doing to him, thrown away. She locked her eyes on Thrawn, hoping that by observing him she could determine what they were doing. How they were punishing him.

Even kneeled on the ground, forced below his station and disgraced, he held himself with the same stoic grace that he always possessed. His expression was unchanging, the only visible sign of any discomfort the clenched fists at his sides. Thurfian shouted a long winded sentence in Thrawn's direction, it was accusatory, this time she caught one word cavpet. Thrawn's own response, in contrast, was short and direct, one word from what she could tell. Thurfian barked a laugh, and Arihnda found herself glaring at the side of his head, wishing that she could tear if off for mocking the Grand Admiral, when he moved forward and tore the plaque from Thrawn's uniform. An outcry rose from the crowds around. Each of the Chiss's faces remained impassive, the only movement the flicker of the blue accented Aristocra, and Thrawn's head bowing down, not reacting to stop the Patriarch in any way.

Thurfian bent down, his face mere inches from Thrawn's and spoke in a voice so soft she wouldn't have believed it had come from him if she hadn't heard it herself.

"Nah cavpet," Thrawn's head snapped up to meet his gaze, shock evident in his eyes and...that was hope she saw. More words were exchanged, this time in a commanding voice again. She could not discern any their meanings, they were all too closely related and unlike anything she had ever heard before. Then he gestured to the Aristocra who stood beside him, and the young man presented him with the red caplet.

The Patriarch held his head high and proud, the caplet draped across his arms, as the two soldiers released Thrawn. She expected him to rush to his feet, but to her surprise he remained knelt. He looked younger there, on his knees, his face tilted upwards, his lips parted slightly, and his eyes shining bright. The words he whispered were broken, and Thurfian replied. Thrawn's jaw set, and his shoulders straightened. He stared ahead, unflinching, as the other began to chant. Soon he was joined by the other Chiss who wore red uniforms. Slowly lifting the caplet high, he unpinned the clasp, and swung it around Thrawn's back. Fastening the burgundy fabric around his shoulder.

He spoke a few more words, before lifting the younger Chiss to his feet. They stared at one another for a moment, before the Aristocra behind them whispered one quiet word.

"K'ihn."

A smiled crossed Thurfian's face, as Thrawn turned to him with wonder in his eyes. He nodded to him and clasped his arm in his own.

"Bah to k'ihn Mitth," he handed the Admiral his plaque back, and Thrawn fastened it over the burgundy cape. Seeming as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders, a small smile lifting his lips. Thurfian placed an arm around the Admiral's shoulders, and began to lead him through the crowd of people, past Grand Moff Tarkin, to the building that Thrawn had exited from. "Come, we have much to discuss."

Arihnda craned her neck, trying to catch the Grand Admiral's eye as he traversed through the crowd once again. But his gaze remained locked ahead, his full attention on the Patriarch, both speaking in the twisting language of before. The Patriarch's arm never leaving Thrawn's shoulders. A red striped guard following them closely. She took a few quick steps foward, intent on following them, before she found her path blocked by the translator droid.

"Curious, very curious." Anger bubbled in her stomach, she reached out and twisted its shoulder so that the protocol droid was facing her.

"What is curious?" she snarled, shaking it a bit. The droid gave a startled squeal before straitening itself back out and answering her with a slightly shaky voice.

"If I have correctly identified a language with a common root as that of the Chiss, as I believe I have; interpreted their voice and mannerisms correctly; and reviewed the symbolism of the caplet, I may be able to give a rudementary translation of the ceremony." Arihnda Pryce stared at him for a second before gesturing for him to continue.

"Well then hurry it up." The droid shuffled back.

"Oh, forgive me mistress, I would feel much more comfortable in my assessment if I was allowed a few days to overview the gathered data and time with one of the natives of the species."

Looking around, the other Aristocra had begun to mingle with the politicians who had remained. Each Aristocra was followed closely by a soldier in the same colour as them. Grand Moff Tarkin had dissapeared with the Patriarch and Thrawn, Colonel Yularen had engaged the burgandy clothed Chiss in a vigourous welcome, to which he replied with an almost cold indiference. The yellow clothed Chiss made their way around the area, mingling with any and all politicians who came their way, she seemed to have a liking for the white frosted sweets that made their rounds. The one in blue, still stood back, closer to their ship, seemingly content to observe the party rather than join in the festivities. Clenching her fist around the droids arm, Arihnda began her march towards the last of the Chiss.

"Your request for additional time is denied; however, you may confer with a native of the species."

"Oh wonderful." The droid swung around and toddled after her, intriged to interact with one of the Chiss. Coming to a stop in front of the young male, she noted the mild surprise that crossed his face befor he masked it perfectly.

"Can I help you?" She could hear the grimace in his voice as the words came out clipped and heavily accented. The governor opened her own mouth to answer, before she was interupted by the protocol droid.

"Oh yes, I am RQ-O72 interspecies relations. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The droid held out a flat hand to the Chiss before them, he simply stared down the droid before muttering something under his breath that the guard behind him hummed in agreement to before turning to Arihnda herself.

"I am Syndic Clarr'obi'nero, Robin if you will." The alien inclined his head to her, in what she assumed was well meant greeting.

"A pleasure," she returned "I am Governor Arihnda Pryce. Governor Pryce will do." She noted the difference in the first of his name, and reminded herself to study it more in depth later. She opened her mouth to speak, perhaps to continue with the civilities, when protocol droid interupted her once again.

"It is of great interest to us what was said during the ceremony preformed with such haste," She sent a glare in the droids direction, as the corner of the Chiss's mouth twiched, and another offhand comment was made to his companion. "I have studied the intonation, and the sygnificcance of such a ceremony is not lost on me, I believe that the language has roots near the planet Exegol, a facisnating region, mostly ice planets. Which would explain your species' palor and inclination to run hot. Taking what I know of the lost languages of the Exegol peoples, I was able to cross reference..." The droid rattled on as Arihnda studied the young male, he had a faintly bemuused expression on his face as he, in turn, studied the droid. Beyond his base appearence, she couldn't decern anything of use from him. He was just as unreadable as the rest of his companions. But the waiting had gone on for long enough, her voice cut through the drooid's chatter.

"It was certainly a lovely ceremony. I wish only to know what it means." She paused for a second. "Grand Admiral Thrawn is a great friend of mine." Robin studied her for a second, a confused look blosoming on his features. He seemed to have exhaused his Basic capabilities. Arihnda turned to the droid.

"RQ-O72, relay everything that I just said into Sy Bisti." Another pause. "Exclude the last sentence."

"Yes, mistress." The droid launched into a long winded translation of her request in the chittery language. As he finished, Robin bowed once again to her.

"They certainly like bowing." She muttered. The droid opened it's box to relay that as well, before she quickly stopped him. The Chiss had mirth in his eyes as he straightened again and gestured to the protocol droid, and began his own chittery speach, speckled here and threre with the flowing words of his native tongue.

"The ceremony was indeed a hasty one, as it is of great importance. A wrong was done many years ago to Mitth'raw'nuruodo," Her impatience must have shown on her face, because he quickened his pace. "He was cavpet and now he is bun'zan'i once again." Bun'zan'i, it was one of the many words whispered by Thurfian before.

Looking up far above them all, the Grand Admiral and Patriarch stood face to face on the balcony, conversing in rapid speach, both cloaked in red burgundy, a significant colour she was sure. Her attention did not stray from them as the string of languages continued towards her. The Chiss bowed again, this time lower, and Arihnda gained the faint sense that he did it purposely. His smile twisting on his face. Thrawn's eyes alight with a fire she had never seen.

"He is bah to k'ihn, he is of the family. One with the Acendancy."

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Behold, a completely canon accurate piece of artwork (genuinely!)! A great character and Star Wars' first canon LGBT character too! (The novel she's from is also very good, I recommend it!)

Enjoy Moff Delian Mors, fully embracing a life of gluttony and hedonism~

[iknowwhattosaynow]

Citadel on Ao3

Fourteen year old Hera Syndulla was well on her way to becoming a revolutionary in the steps of her father. When her first independent relief mission goes south due to bad intelligence, she found herself in the captivity of Moff Delian Mors who found that Hera's skill could be of use to the Empire in more than one way. Mors who had been afflicted with issues that Hera's father, Cham Syndulla reigned upon her leadership under the banner of Free Ryloth, had finally found the one weakness in the invincible man's armor - his daughter. Under threat of death: her parents and her own, Hera agrees to be trained at the Imperial Academy.

After four years at the Skystrike Academy on Montross, Hera graduates as one of the Empire's most promising pilots. Made bitter by her parents abandoning her, four years of hell and torment from her peers, and serving an Empire that she doesn't believe in, Hera finds herself in a precarious position after a deployment to Gorse under Captain Rae Sloane.

Once upon a time been willing to stick her neck out to do good for others, however she's had little inclination to do so since her involuntary conscription into the Empire.

That is, until she meets a man named Kanan Jarrus. Rated: Teen, Generally. There are some explicit sections that will be marked on each chapter.

[chellilonaaphra]

why is nearly every lgbt+ character in this franchise either morally gray or straight up evil. I like a lot of these characters but are gay and trans heroes too much to ask for

[bedlamsbard]

Backbone today -- this scene is a flashback, which means I spent it going, “Aww, I hate it when Cham and Alecto are mad at each other,” and then immediately remembering that’s not really relevant anymore after the events of Backbone 26.

Snippet from Alecto flashback 2.  (This is less than a week after Alecto’s return to Ryloth.)

Alecto took a step closer to him. “He has our daughter, Cham.  Our baby. Do you know what they do to pretty Twi’lek girls in the Empire?  What they’re probably doing to Hera right now?”

A muscle in Cham’s jaw jumped.  “I know.”

“Then you should have gone on your knees before the Emperor to get her back,” Alecto snapped. “Not – this.  Whatever this is.”

“You think I didn’t?” Cham said, his voice soft.

“I don’t think you’d go to the Emperor for anything,” Alecto said. “Not even our child.”

“I went to Moff Mors,” Cham said. “After I had exhausted all my resources, called up every favor I had, spent a fortune –”

“Not much of one if you can still afford this.”

“– I went to Delian Mors and offered her anything she wanted in exchange for Hera, and you, and my sister, and the other children.  And then just for you and Hera.  If they wanted me, they could have had me.  If they wanted Free Ryloth, I would have given it to them on a platter.”

“If you’re trying to impress me –”

“After twenty years I think we know each other better than that,” Cham said.

“Do we?” Alecto asked. “Do we really?  If I had thought for even an instant that you would do what you did, I would never have left Ryloth.”

[gffa]

All I'm getting from your rants is that we have a very, very different taste in books. :) I somehow LOVED "Of MSE-6 and Men" because of the whole concept of the droid POV (didn't really care for the story tbh) and I also liked the Muftak story? These were the 'fun' parts for me, like the Qui-Gon and the Yoda ones were the 'peak feels' ones which I just read over and over but I had a really good time with these too in a 'no hard feelings' kind of way. (I thought it was a random imperial too...)

In a way, it makes me feel better to know that someone else does genuinely enjoy them!  It feels like less of a frustrating “I don’t want any of this.” because, hey, if someone else enjoyed it, then it’s absolutely serving it’s purpose!I would love to be wrong about the Imperial officer being Tarkin, but even if that’s so, it kind of feels like the majority of the explicitly queer characters that get any kind of significant story time are all those who work for the side of evil.  Tarkin/some random Imperial officer, Moff Delian Mors, Admiral Rae Sloane, Captain Phasma... all great characters!  But that’s a lot of bad guys and, if it was Tarkin, the first character that casual fans would recognize, and thoroughly reprehensible as a person?  Not what I would have chosen.(Obviously the answer to this is to gives us MORE GOOD PEOPLE WHO ARE GAY, BI, PAN, ARO, ACE, TRANS, ETC.  I WANT VARIETY.  :D)I do like the concept of the story, though!  It ran on a little long with the repeating diagnostics, so I wound up skimming them after awhile, but I do appreciate the attempt to show things from a different point of view.And my big complaint with the Muftak story was that it felt like it had no relevance to what was going on with the ANH story.  Of MSE-6 and Men did still show us what those characters were going through that led them to be where they were and what the death of TK-421 affected, so I did like it for that!But who knows maybe part of it is that I know this anthology can do better, I’ve read those stories with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and Yoda and Motti, I know how stellar this book can be!  Switching between “all right” and “stellar” does make it harder to go back to the other ones when I’m like NO BUT TELL ME WHAT OBI-WAN IS UP TO RIGHT NOW!!!11!  XD(It’s good to hear from people who disagree, though, it always helps me to get out of my own mindset and see it from another point of view a little more.  ♥)

[hollowjedi]

so recently, i made a shoutout post about all of the woc that star wars has so far, and i keep adding to it bc i keep discovering more! it’s great. so i figured i’d also make one about all of the lgbt+ characters that star wars has so far, bc why not.

as you probably guessed from the header pic, i’m going to start by going ahead & getting what we all knew was coming out of the way - stormpilot! a.k.a. the gay star wars ship to end all star wars ships, consisting of finn & poe dameron. sadly, this isn’t officially canon yet, although it is heavily implied - in both the movie itself, as well as in multiple interviews w/ oscar isaac. 

a bonus - the only other star wars character who’s merely suspected to be part of the lgbt+ community - is a black sun agent ahsoka encounters in the ahsoka novel who’s referred to with they/them pronouns only. it could be that they do have a binary gender, & the author wants it to be left to the imagination, but i’m still including them here bc fuck it.

now moving on to star wars characters who are canonically confirmed to not be cishet! (sadly, no pictures available.) starting with sinjir rath velus - so far the only case of a canonically lgbt+ star wars character who is also a main character. he works as a loyalty officer for the empire until disillusionment from its ways, caused by the sheer amount of destruction he witnesses at the battle of endor, drives him to join the fledgling new republic. throughout the aftermath series, he periodically interacts with his boyfriend, conder kyl, who works as a slicer for the new republic.

“Couple. Like - “ His face goes suspiciously and surprisingly red. “Like you and me? Together?”

“That is indeed what I mean.”

He laughs. “Oh.”

“If you’re going to laugh about it,” she says, suddenly stung. “Then you can take my invitation and stick it in your exhaust port.”

“No, I just mean... I’m not into... this.”

“This?” Her scowl deepens and her teeth bare. “Aliens?”

“Women.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

“Oh.”

also in the aftermath series are shirene & esmelle, a lesbian couple & family friends of temmin “snap” wexley. (shirene is also in my woc list!) and then there’s eleodie maracavanya, an alien pirate who commandeers a super star destroyer & uses both he/him/his & she/her/hers pronouns, as well as “zhe/zhem/zheirs” pronouns. (sidenote - i’m not sure if those are real-life pronouns or just made up for this character, so if you know please clarify!) 

in the novel lords of the sith, there is an imperial moff named delian mors, who has a wife named murra mors. (i would expand upon them further, but i haven’t read lords of the sith yet.)

another bonus - in one of the interludes of aftermath, there is a very, very brief reference to the fact that its protagonist, named shilmar iggson, has two fathers.

“What happened to your parents?” the woman asks. 

Iggs freezes. He doesn’t want to think about it or even say it. He tries to block out the memories of seeing his two fathers lying there like that…

and another - in bloodline, a minor character named ledaney is confirmed to have recently started dating a man from corellia.

“You sure you’re doing okay over there, Seastriker?” shouted Ledaney, who was fixing up his own X-wing a few meters away. “Or do we need to fetch you some soda water and a fan?”

Guffaws echoed from every pilot in the place. Joph had made the mistake of being honest about his reaction to Port in a Storm, which meant he was going to spend the whole day hearing about it from guys who’d never once tried drinking the stuff.

So he shot back, “I’m good, Ledaney. But what about you? Word has it you’ve been hitting the Corellian stuff pretty hard lately.”

This time the laughter was louder. Anybody who didn’t know Ledaney would assume Joph was talking about the famed brandy, but every pilot in the squadron knew Ledaney’s new man was from Corellia.

that’s about it for now. if i discover any that i forgot, or if any new ones are introduced, i will definitely add them to this post! bless star wars for becoming so progressive.

[whatever-strikes-my-fancy]

so I’m listening to Lords of the Sith and Delian and Murra Mors. Wives. The Galactic Empire (and the Republic before it?) basically has same-sex marriage. I am screaming. Evils gays in space. This is literally the best thing I’ve heard all week. It makes me so happy.

[ikindamaybewanthertositonmyface]

Ok, so am I the only one who isn’t seriously annoyed that Moff Mors hasn’t gotten tons of Fanart yet? She’s freaking great!! Give her art!!!

[iknowwhattosaynow]

Citadel on Ao3

Rated: T (with some explicit sections that are marked)

Word Count: 67,844; Completed.

Fourteen year old Hera Syndulla was well on her way to becoming a revolutionary in the steps of her father. When her first independent relief mission goes south due to bad intelligence, she found herself in the captivity of Moff Delian Mors who found that Hera's skill could be of use to the Empire in more than one way. Mors who had been afflicted with issues that Hera's father, Cham Syndulla reigned upon her leadership under the banner of Free Ryloth, had finally found the one weakness in the invincible man's armor - his daughter. Under threat of death: her parents and her own, Hera agrees to be trained at the Imperial Academy.

After four years at the Skystrike Academy on Montross, Hera graduates as one of the Empire's most promising pilots. Made bitter by her parents abandoning her, four years of hell and torment from her peers, and serving an Empire that she doesn't believe in, Hera finds herself in a precarious position after a deployment to Gorse under Captain Rae Sloane.

Once upon a time been willing to stick her neck out to do good for others, however she's had little inclination to do so since her involuntary conscription into the Empire.

That is, until she meets a man named Kanan Jarrus.

[nprbooks]

Star Wars is getting its first official LGBT character. Her name is Moff Delian Mors, and she's a character in Paul S. Kemp's upcoming Star Wars: Lords of the Sith novel. Here’show Penguin Random House describes Mors:

"She was a promising officer of the Empire, who was assigned to an undesirable post at the far end of the galaxy. At nearly the same point in her life, her wife was killed in a transport accident, and the weight of these burdens led to Delian becoming lax in her duties, and left her personal life in disarray. The events of Star Wars: Lords of the Sith occur a few years after her loss."

The novel is scheduled for release on April 28th.

Coming Out In A Galaxy Far Far Away: Star Wars Gets Its First LGBT Character