#Sith!Andronikos

[lanabenikosdoormat]

sith inquisitor tomfoolery

[i-looove-dillydallying]

Khem Val, underrated king

[jaxtaposition]

hey so, music definitely can influence what you draw, so be aware of that lmao

they're probably saying like:

"Hurry up sith, let's get out of here."

"I don't know Droni, I kinda like you all tied up!"

[arvadthecursed]

[moontheoretist]

We're in each other's orbits until the stars go cold.

[personalswtorheadcanons]

So, tell me something about ocs.. who did they romance?

I've been waiting for a question like this!

Oro'a romanced Andronikos and took him back when he returned at the end KOTET.

Zaedesh romanced Quinn, but I'm planning on having her romance Arcann after redeeming him.

Nivirhy romanced Doc but is now romancing Lana.

Sorla didn't have a base romance since I intended her to always romance Theron.

Dedalera romanced Torian and I'm looking forward to their reunion on Darvannis. Mando Power Couple FTW!

Leyka romanced Vector and I'm excited to get him back.

Teeubo romanced Corso, but now I'm having her romance Koth. *gag*

And finally, Zenahi romanced Jorgan and was reunited with him at last!

[voidendron]

touch not the Sith who fears it

Whumptober 2023 Day 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone." Star Wars: The Old Republic Warnings: Minor Head Trauma Characters: Qizulth Verryn (Darth Nox, he/him, Twi'lek), Andronikos Revel, Ashara Zavros

“Easy, Sith…” Andronikos’ voice hit his ears long before he could finally open his eyes.

He didn’t remember hitting his head, but the painful throbbing behind his eyes told him otherwise. “What..?”

It had just been the two of them, poking around an old tomb. Now, however, he sensed Ashara somewhere nearby. How long had he been out for her to have reached their location?

Ugh. He didn’t care. His head ached too much to.

“You told me to watch my step. Then promptly stepped on a false floor.” He knew Andronikos; the man probably would have snorted as he said that, had it been anyone else. But this once, he could sense the faintest of worry buried under the man’s rugged demeanor.

“False floor?” Talking made the pounding in his head worse. He vaguely recalled…oh, what was it? Some sort of pressure plates, he’d stepped on one, then…the floor was probably pulled out from under him? He wasn’t positive, but it sounded likely enough.

He heard the swish of Ashara’s robes as she paced. “I had to get you out of the pit myself. You were down there a while��how’s your head?”

She’d used the Force to lift him out, he guessed. “Mph… Feels like there’s a whole damn band in my skull right now.” He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his palms to the sides of his head, gently massaging his temples.

Fortunately, he thought, he didn’t feel any other injuries. Ankles a bit sore, but he was used to dealing with sprains.

...Unfortunately, he didn’t realize Ashara had stepped close to touch a hand to the welt in his head (to wipe away blood? to check if it would need stitches? He didn’t know. He didn’t care.) until she’d already done it.

Qizulth flinched backward in an instant, fangs bared in a snarl that had her snapping her hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

She was new to the crew. She didn’t know. He didn’t care.

“...Noted.”

[spitzobsessed]

@lanabenikosdoormat found the cutest picrew

I could not resist

Sav and Lana, Alliance's Best Couple (there was a contest. Not that their fierce Commander nor the strict Lady Sith were informed)

Andronikos x Rutha, my OTP (pirate couple)

Jare x Kay (Agent/Smuggler)

[relevant-url-incoming]

Power Games

since I've been on my roleswap bullshit, here is a little peek at how Ven's doing in the role of Sith Inquisitor (hint: not well). If you look closely you can see the moment both Andronikos and I looked at Ven and went "oh this is a baby"

Andronikos hadn’t expected to wake to the barrel of a blaster against his forehead, but then again he was the idiot who’d thrown in with the Sith.

“How frequently do you make your reports?” snarled the Sith. In the dark, he could barely make out her shape; her black eyes were luminous as they caught what little light there was. Too bad they were sparking in anger.

Mask off, her voice sounded different – Republic, for one thing. Her full mouth displayed her displeasure with a dramatic curl of her lip. Andronikos would bet anything she wore the thing just to hide her expressions.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid,” the Sith spat. “You’re Zash’s little pirate pet, and I know she wants you on this ship. The navigational blocks aren’t enough? The threats to innocents? Forcing me to do every last bit of the Empire’s dirty work until I break isn’t fucking enough for her?”

He realised with a sinking feeling that he had stumbled into something darker than typical Sith bullshit.

“Maybe not,” he said slowly. “But I don’t take orders from Zash, Sith.”

“I���m not a damn Sith!” she cried, her voice breaking, but she tossed the blaster at the wall. Andronikos sat up warily.

She was just a kid, he realised. He’d buy it if she said she was twenty, but nothing more than that. For all her cynical comments on Tatooine, there was only so much this young woman would have had time to see.

“She’s watching you that closely?” he asked. That didn’t sit right with him. There were some things he drew the line at, and freedom was too dear to Andronikos to make this kind of thing ok.

“I left Balmorra without doing the job she wanted, and the ship shut down. I tried to avoid working for the war effort, and an officer tracks me down with orders to kill prisoners until I complied. I tried to steal a different ship, and some fuck pops out of the woodwork to stop me, because apparently Imperial Intelligence has nothing better to do!”

She rubbed her face ruefully, leaning against the wall. With a clatter of armour, she slid to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. It was almost funny, seeing such a brawny woman curled up like a toddler. Andronikos wasn’t laughing.

“At least you’re telling me the truth,” she said to her knees.

“How can you tell?”

The look she gave him was withering. “Same way I know Zash is using me. Same way I know she won’t have me killed. I can tell.”

She looked away, laughing bitterly. “And I’d bet you anything that’s part of the power Zash is so fucking obsessed with.”

“Ok… So I’m not gonna mess with the Force stuff, but I know ships,” he said. She stared at him like she’d suddenly stopped understanding Basic. “Want me to take a look at the navigation systems?”

She narrowed her eyes.

“You’re serious,” she said. “You want to help me.”

“What can I say?” Andronikos said. “Pirates like freedom.”

She rolled her shoulders and stood slowly, looking thoughtful.

“It doesn’t fix the other things,” she said. “The POWs they’ll gladly throw away just to keep me in line. Whatever the hell Zash really has planned for me. And I bet this ship is being tracked in a couple ways, just in case.”

She pushed her tendrils back over her shoulders, lifting her chin with a defiant expression. It was the first time she’d looked both powerful and comfortable.

“It’ll help, though,” she said. “And as much as I hate it, I know how to play a long game. The Sith have all their power games, right? Maybe I can get control over Zash.”

“You’re getting all this from me offering to look at the navicomputer?”

She shrugged ruefully.

“It’s easier to plan when I have more than me on my side,” she said. “If you’re in?”

“Something tells me you already know my answer,” Andronikos said. She huffed out the tiniest of laughs and, to his surprise and mild offense, saluted him. Before he could ask her why the hell she’d done that, she’d left. He shook his head. He’d have to be careful around her, but he already knew that. At least this way he knew what she’d be looking for, and that he didn’t want to work against her.

And she’d left the blaster. He picked it up and tucked it away. It had been damaged when she threw it, but there might still be something he could do with it. He’d help the kid. He just wasn’t dumb enough to forget how ready she’d been to kill him.

[the-resident-demon]

andronikos revel: (visibly pouting) “I’m not jealous or NUTHIN’!!”

[my-tea-is-cold]

Andronikos is more appreciative of Ku’ren’s chaotic style

[rikki-roses]

Fluffy February Day 25: Kiss

SWTOR

Early Kevra Kallig/Andronikos Revel

Time Period: Towards the end of the Tattooine storyline for Inquisitor

PG-13; mildly spicy

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The bar, if you even could call it that, was dusty, dark, grungy, cluttered, and generally not the kind of establishment Kevra would willingly frequent. But when you're stuck in a backwater town on a backwater desert planet on the hunt for ancient relics, you take what you can get. Besides, Andronikos had sworn up and down that this hole in the wall had the strongest and cheapest drinks this side of Mos Eisley. And for someone with as high an alcohol tolerance as Kevra (the only time she cursed being both Zabrak and Force-sensitive), that was a blessing.

The bar, thankfully, was almost empty; there were only a couple other patrons despite the evening hour. It also had a jukebox, which Kevra and Andronikos playfully fought over. Khem Val, as usual, stayed on the ship; alcohol didn't agree with him (the singular time the Dashade had gotten drunk, even with Kevra babysitting him he'd nearly wrecked the ship and had to spend two days in the medbay with a severe hangover), and Kevra didn't want to have to spend the evening stopping him from eating anyone.

Kevra did had to give Andronikos credit; the drinks were strong, even for her standards. She was pleasantly tipsy, using the Force to keep her mind from becoming too clouded. Andronikos, for his part; was drunker than she was. And he'd become an absolute flirt, his usual slight (but charming to Kevra) awkwardness alleviated with liquid courage; he'd gotten rather handsy as well. Not that Kevra was complaining; she'd never gotten this kind of attention from anyone. Not that she wanted to admit she was grossly inexperienced when it came to romance; she usually lied when the topic came up.

Andronikos slid into the booth next to her, fresh drinks in hand. His honey brown eyes were bright and energetic, and Kevra felt like she could get lost in them. Andronikos caught her looking, and tilted up Kevra's chin with a finger. Kevra couldn't stop the blush that creeped in.

"There's my girl. Gotta admit, I thought I'd be fighting off like, half a dozen Sith or something to get you alone."

Kevra skoffed. "Why, because I'm Zash's glorified errand runner? She lets me do my thing on my terms, she's always been more hands-off."

Andronikos blinked for a moment. "Not quite what I meant. I mean, I thought you'd be popular with the guys. Or the ladies. Or whatever you're into."

It was Kevra's turn to blink. "Andronikos, I'm just Zash's apprentice. While she got Skotia's position and resources, she's not exactly Malg-"

Andronikos stopped her with a kiss, realizing just how dense she was unintentionally being. Kevra gasped softly and froze, her blush brightening. The kiss was unexpected, but pleasant. So, so pleasant. What the kark, do I kiss him back, what am I supposed to do with my hands, how much tongue is too much tongue??

Andronikos pulled away after a moment, eyebrow raised, corner of his mouth upturned as he put two and two together. "Don't tell me that my Scary Sith Lady hasn't been kissed before."

Kevra snorted as she tried to collect herself. "Well, I was twelve when I was taken from the Jedi, then spent the following ten years as a slave. And believe it or not, the Sith Empire is chock-full of xenophobes and elitists, Zash or no. My company isn't exactly in high demand outside my skills with artifacts."

The curl of Andronikos's mouth turned into a smirk. "So, if I keep kissing you, I won't be electrocuted for the boldness later?"

"As long as I can set the pace, no."

"Deal."

He kissed her again, and Kevra was ready: hands going to Andronikos's chest, her soft lips meeting his hard lips, tongues shyly investigating.

She practically dragged him to her ship that night.

[resol-nare]

Recently had the itch to come back to SWTOR, and started playing my revamped Inquisitor. I had forgotten how much I love this storyline. I’m especially happy to be replaying my favorite romance with Andronikos again. The little date they go on that starts the whole “crazy Sith/lunkheaded pirate” dynamic is just :chefs kiss:

[fabeong]

Ascension - a SWTOR short (2)

When the Sith walked onto the bridge where Andronikos was pouring over the flashing console he only glanced up once. Then his mind registered what he saw seeing and he looked up again – because the Sith wasn’t wearing her helmet. In the dim light of the cave on Tatooine he had seen the basics; green scarred skin, diamond face tattoos, glowing yellow eyes. But here, under the bright light of the ship her features were illuminated and Andronikos couldn’t help but stare a bit.

She really was small, with skin the colour of a forest like Endor’s, and short black hair tied back in various places with basic decorations, and those scars – if Andronikos didn’t know any better he would think someone had pushed the Sith’s face into barbed wire. But damn if she wasn’t still kinda pretty, and those yellow eyes stared right back at him with a defiance that made something shiver down his spine like an electric jolt.

“Nice ship.” He said. With the silence broken the Sith came in properly, approaching the console he had been inspecting.

“You think you can fly this as well as your own?”

“Heh. I can fly anything, trust me.” Andronikos smirked, patting the consoles. The Sith’s cheeks twitched like she didn’t know how to smile, and his curiosity overtook him. “What’s the story, Sith? Seems like you know all about me and I don’t know nothing about you. You always a sicko or you just kind of fall into it, like I did?”

The Sith exhaled something close to a chuckle and fell gracefully into the captain’s chair; she peered up at him with those yellow eyes and for a moment he wasn’t sure if she would reply. But then she shrugged.

“I didn’t really have much choice.” She said. “My parents were slaves. I was a slave. Originally I was meant to be something like a housemaid, for cooking, cleaning, and… personal use.” She tossed the phrase out so casually, raising her eyebrows, and Andronikos rolled his eyes. He got the insinuation.

“But?”

“But I kept hitting back. Eventually the family… devalued me,” she gestured lightly to her face and the spiderweb of scarring, “and sent me to Kessel, to the spice mines there. Do you know it?”

Andronikos frowned – he knew Kessel well enough, and he knew the typical work and fate of the slaves one saw in those mines.

“Rough place.” He ventured, and the Sith chuckled in agreement.

“Most don’t last a year. I was there for two. Then one day the overseer was lashing me harder than he should have and…” her voice trailed off, and her gaze fell to her hands. She flexed them, and Andronikos heard the crackle of electricity, saw the sparks jump across her fingertips. He looked back up at the Sith’s face, grinning.

“Tell me you killed him.”

“One moment he was raising the whip again and the next… well, his ashes were getting all blown into the spice. I couldn’t explain what I’d done, but I remember the way everyone looked at me. One of the higher-ups must have seen, because I was handed over to the Sith just days later.”

“So here you are.”

“So here I am.”

“Funny how those Sith work.” Andronikos leant back against the ship’s wall, deciding to return the favour of a story, “I was an accountant on Moneylend when I decided I wanted a little more adventure. So I put a blaster to the head of the Intergalactic Banking Clan and walked off with a few million credits.” Just to illustrate the tale he spun his blaster out its holster and raised it at the Sith, who didn’t even blink. If anything, the twitch of her mouth solidified into the closest thing to a smile he’d seen so far. Andronikos grinned too. “Been robbing and murdering ever since.”

“Well it sounds like you made a good start. Just don’t put a blaster to my head.” Her words came out as a murmur, lovely and low without the distortion of the helmet.

“Don’t worry, Sith.” Andronikos smirked, holstering his weapon again, “I got a good survival instinct.”

There was no doubting it now, the Sith’s lips curled upwards into a smirk of her own.

“Me too.”

He paused, her yellow eyes and placid smirk filling his vision; but then a snarl came from somewhere else in the ship and the Sith looked over her shoulder, her face falling back into a guarded frown. “Khem Val. I should go.” Andronikos shook his head as she got to her feet and began to leave.

“You’ve got to tell me how you got that beast sometime.”

She paused in the doorway, looking back at him and holding up her electric hand. “Another time. I promise.”

Then the Sith was gone, her footsteps echoing through the ship and leaving Andronikos with the consoles. Promise, huh? He wouldn’t have pinned her down as a woman so easy to talk to, but he couldn’t deny the promise of more conversations… wasn’t bad. Maybe he’d even find out her name next time.

Sith. Andronikos shrugged, turning back to the ship controls. Never can figure them out.

[arvadthecursed]

her widdol face... 🥺🥺🥺

Andronikos's romance was surprisingly really sweet and cute. I love how he's secretly a huge romantic, he loves the SI so much. He's like, "my wife is a bitch and I LOVE HER." What a king.

[moontheoretist]

"I'd have killed you, but my girl is one of the good guys, so you're safe".

Is something I imagine Andronikos would say.