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Theron is lovingly referred to as Khoji's "Bonus Dad", because she already has a stepfather. (Beryl married).
Anyway, they probably nerd out together doing techy stuff because she's an apt pupil for slicing lessons and he can fix literally anything she breaks.
Additionally, and it should go without saying-- one of their favorite shared pasttimes is ganging up on Khano.. obviously 🙃
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He slept for the longest time in his entire life, dreamless. His body was still weak; in this year alone, there were too many times where he had to be rescued and nursed back to life. They kept insisting on repaying his kindness that way, which took him back to his own words of extending compassion to others. His eyes stared at his foot, and he told himself to not waste this chance.
But his senses told him that things were bad out there. He wanted to leave Dantooine as soon as possible, believing himself to be fully cured and fit to resume duty. However, he received a surprise guest early the next day.
“Hey. Just wanted to stop by to check on you. I heard from your sister.”
“Thank you. I’m touched you thought of me. Um… how are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I’m fine, I just found a lead on my objective. Also, Arn’s going to be Knighted next week, just wanna tell you that.”
“That’s amazing! I’ll be sure to attend and give my commendations.”
Tau chuckled. “Look, don’t worry about it. I’ll try to holo you if you can’t make it.”
It always warmed his head whenever he was around Tau’s presence, for reasons unknown. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, or her beautiful features. Further into their conversation, Tau looked like she just realized something. She hesitated for a second before delivering the news.
“Have you watched the broadcast? I can hardly believe that Vaylin is actually alive, after all this time. But I’m glad she won’t be a problem anymore. She and her brother might be sentenced harshly.”
To say that Riornivo was gobsmacked was an understatement. His reaction surprised her, and they were both speechless for a few seconds. The Barsen’thor snapped out of it, embarrassed by the figurative potential of a fly entering his gaping mouth. “I, um… she’s… alive?”
“You seem… surprised.” Tau could sense that wasn't the right word, but asking more felt like prying. The atmosphere turned awkward, when they were mingling with mirth just then. She bid farewell to her fellow Jedi after stating her intention of resuming her mission.
He had to take a moment to sit and digest the information presented to him. That was what his senses were telling him, he thought. Vaylin’s anonymity was never promised permanence, but he didn’t think it would be revealed this soon. Anxiety scoured his psyche, wanting to meet her immediately. There was another thought of how it came to this, which led him to phoning his twin brother. The first few dials failed with a busy signal.
“Red.”
“Can we talk later? I’m-”
“Please, Red. I know-” “I know you know. I think it’s best if we talk in person. I’ll come there tomorrow, don’t go anywhere.”
Rionnic quickly ended the call, feeling unprepared to talk about the situation. He was fortunately saved from follow up calls by his sister knocking on Riornivo’s door. Vyria immediately sighed upon looking at her brother’s facial expression. Before he could utter a single word however; “Hold on. Just… hold on a minute okay? Let me go get my tea real quick!”
Vyria returned as fast as she went. Seeing her face meek and frowny made Riornivo rein back on his intense desire for the truth. This would be a calm and rational conversation–the basics of being a Jedi.
“Yeah, alright, okay, you’re going to talk about her. Look, before anything, I haven’t been on Odessen since I got here. This is all I’ve heard from Red. She’s safe with her brother. She turned herself in, no casualties–no fuss. I think her Mom’s with the grandkids. Uhh… what else is there…”
“Thank you. Please be at ease, Snowy. I see that you’re quite flustered.”
His observation was confirmed by her taking a big gulp from her cup. “Oh, oh yeah… one more thing. She uh, she doesn’t wanna see anyone. Including you.”
Riornivo nodded. Frankly, his reaction wasn’t what Vyria was expecting.
“Huh… okay, here's some advice you didn’t ask for,” as Vyria’s index finger shot up, her face relaxing. “Maybe this time, you should heed her request–leave her alone, and don’t play into your feelings for her, okay? Remember the Code.”
“W-what feelings? I’m just concerned–didn’t you say Arcann was there too?”
“Ugh, you’re so bad at lying. But you reaaaallly have to listen. Give her space and time,” and then Vyria got up from her seat to leave; “Oh, and… could you uh, bake me a Bestine Threeberry pie again? The one with the golden sauce.”
He gave his sister an affirmation with a chuckle, but not a second later it reminded him of the taste of Vaylin’s cooking. His smile faded. He couldn’t help but feel as if she was plunged back into the worst time of her life all over again, undoing the progress they both have been through. Whether the latter part was true or not, all he could do was nothing, and it corroded him inside.
Perhaps he should write her a letter. With ink.
The first few drafts stacked the refuse bin, but then he remembered to not leave any trace of correspondence between them. Every letter started with an apology. What he wanted was to clarify his feelings towards her, but the concept sounded a little too illogical for him. He tried rationalizing the resistance towards it by two fronts: that it was not what Vaylin needed at that time of strife, and he wanted to keep it to himself. Vaylin deserved more than a man such as him. He kept delaying finishing the letter, as life kept borrowing him away from her.
But the letter was smuggled in anyway, now in Vaylin’s hands. She kept staring at it, almost going a full day without opening it.
For a cell so completely anti-Force, the lack of intense surveillance perplexed her. Was the Alliance undermanned or under-funded? But it was definitely better than her cell in Nathema. She recalled how there was no privacy inside the glass-walled cage–just another factor designed to break her will. There were no taunts, no torture, no experiments, no conditioning. It was more than she deserved, she thought.
There were no visitors allowed as per her request, except for Serrus, who handed her the letter.
Dear Vaylin,
I hope this letter finds you well, despite your circumstances. I want to apologize for the way we parted ways that day. I wish things would have been different… You’ve been an invaluable lesson for me, and I don’t want it to stop. But if you wish to not see me, I respect that. If it’s the opposite instead, I will eagerly fly to your side. You can always confide in me about anything.
Your nieces are healthy and loved. I visited Aryuni and Senya the other day. Understandably, they were deprived of the spirit and drive they once had, but I’m going to help them through it. I’ll make sure they’d always have everything they need without assuming Arcann’s role. Speaking of him, we talked recently about logistics and the reason behind your decision. Without talking to you directly, I can only take Arcann’s words with discretion. We’re working together with your defense team for the trial.
I know you want to be responsible for your actions, but I can’t help believing that you deserve compassion, or another chance living the life free of your father’s dominion and isolation.
I apologize if my words offend you… or come across as patronizing. You are a strong, independent, insightful, and talented woman. The more I get to know you, the more I admire you. I treasure the times we spent together, and I thank you for being the person you are.
Warmest regards,
Riornivo
She scanned the letter repeatedly to look for something more obvious. It left her feeling rejected yet again, it was as if he was saying nothing while skirting around the subject they should be discussing between them. Of course, the news about her nieces and the outside world was a relief to hear, but it was nothing Serrus had not already relayed to her. She crumpled then threw the letter, annoyed at his empty yet honeyed words. It was unexplainable, but she didn’t feel abandoned this time. The people who mattered to her were all in her corner, and she was sure they’d understand her condition of wanting solitude. Especially that stupid Jedi.
She picked the letter back up, straightened it and kept it inside a cabinet.
Shortly after, a group of Knights and droids delivered additional amenities for her. Even without looking inside their helmets, she could tell that they were on high alert, some nervous, some afraid of her presence. The only words exchanged were that of the Paladin stating their purpose then excusing themselves.
There was an easel with art supplies, a holonet receiver, some gardening equipment, and a datapad. Most of these objects could hypothetically be used as tools for escaping, and she was sure Rionnic knew of that. But from her point of view, this generosity felt unusual for someone like him. Was it his twin brother instead?
She ignored the new additions to her cell and went to sleep.
From the next day onwards, there were interrogations after another. She mostly spaced out during them, unable to disperse that foggy layer made of his words. Another part of her desperately reached around the darkness for the remorse she should be feeling.
“Vaylin? Are you listening?”
“It was Arcann who ordered it. I’m just an observer.”
“And what about Voss? Exactly six months and twenty one days after the… five worlds.”
“That was me.”
She admitted to every single crime and atrocities. That wasn’t a popular move with her defense team, but they were aiming for damage reduction anyways. Those discussions with them were droll to her–she wanted to get it over with while leaning towards capital punishment. An instance stood out to her though; one of her lawyers had a wild idea of her seeking asylum in the Empire. He pitched the idea as a gamble: that maybe she would be feared and respected over there, instead of facing consequences. Another lawyer, a Neimoidian woman named Britu, laughed at that.
“You’re kidding, right? Don’t waste our visitation time. Focus on our case!”
She wouldn’t want that anyways; she’s had enough of being used as a weapon. When asked about Arcann’s choice, the lawyers responded by working towards a life sentence. Understandable, as his twin daughters still needed their father. The next days proceeded as usual for her; utilizing the tools she was given with. She painted an abstract piece depicting broken wings representing light amidst the blood and darkness.
Deep down, she felt a vague unfulfillment looming over her heart.
She waited until there was a break from building her case to utilize the tools given to her for escaping. The note she left stating that she would return to her cell after a few days would probably be ignored, but that’s their problem. All of her escape attempts failed at Nathema, but Odessen felt like it was intentionally unguarded. Was this a ploy of the evil twin? To make her punishment even worse, perhaps?
Being a new master of disguises, she successfully got off the planet by sneaking into an aid shipment and landed on Dubrillion. The feeling of distributing aid to the people she massacred was indescribable. Her hands were shaking. A child amputee was among the ones receiving food from her hands. The girl smiled and thanked her.
“Auntie? Why are your hands shaking?”
It wasn’t just her hands, but her voice as well. “U-uh I, I just… haven’t had b-breakfast yet! Don’t worry about me!”
It wasn’t as if she hadn't seen an amputee before–the example was one of her own blood. But the sight and smell of the destruction did something different to her this time. The way the child hurdled back to wherever she came from, limping and alone. Her co-workers ushered her to resume the distribution upon seeing her idle, but she couldn’t function well due to the overwhelming feeling. She tried defining what it was.
She was scared of those victims.
Soon it was break time for the Alliance crew. Her coworkers barely ate anything, and instead spent the time preparing for more aid and helping the restoration effort–the latter had the most participants of the Force-wielding nature, including her. Her Knight disguise allowed her to freely utilize the Force, but cautiously so as to not alert the others of her power. Brick by brick, she reconstructed some destroyed houses and infrastructures. While most of the Alliance personnel retreated to rest their tired bodies, she kept on going. Throughout the process, anxiety never loosened its grip on her. It didn’t matter how many buildings she helped to repair, the dread would not go away.
As the day turned to dusk, she was again approached by the girl from earlier.
“Hi auntie… we’ve been watching you for so long. Would you want to join us and rest? Please? Aren’t you tired?”
The sweetness of the girl’s tone made her finally stop. When the girl escorted her with the hand on her remaining arm, it made her weak. It didn’t help that the girl almost resembled her twin nieces. She altered her voice as best as she could to ask for the girl’s name.
“My name’s Aulia. What’s yours?
“Um… Syl. You can call me Syl.”
She didn’t dare say a word throughout their short journey to the encampment. There she saw children playing joyfully despite their circumstances. Some Republic soldiers were cooking food en masse, some medics applying tourniquets, some were preparing for a funeral not far from there.
“He survived initially–for almost a year... Which is remarkable despite the lack of resources we have to help him. The last of his family. But we’ve let him know that he’s loved and remembered…”
The hushed eulogy she overheard distracted her from Aulia who handed her a bread. She apologized sheepishly, but couldn’t think of an excuse as to why she wouldn’t eat the bread yet. Undoing her disguise there would be like a death sentence, especially with how she was careful to stay in Aulia’s good graces. She prayed that the child would buy her next excuse: that she had to answer nature's call first. Luckily, it worked.
She planned to eat but not before finding a spot away from any eyes on her.
Taking off her Knight helmet, she began eating the bread, which was stale. Every few bites, she kept rotating her head around, paranoid and jittery. It was such an effort to calm herself down–the helmet made things worse, but she had to put it back on before anyone saw her.
But someone saw her.
#swtor#swtor fanfic#vaylin#swtor fanart#swtor oc#jedi consular#star wars oc#swtor fic#swblr#star wars fanfic#star wars fic#my art#vaylin x jedi consular#jedi consular x vaylin#VayRio#jedi oc
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My SI in Imperial reclamation service be like:
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Spiritual successor to this comic I made last year When you try to spice up your romance but your girlfriend is immune to metaphors ❌ Mission failure Akk'rai 2 - Flirting 0.
#swtor#swtor art#swtor oc#arcann#arcann tirall#jedi consular#swtor jedi consular#oc: akk'rai parseo#art#my art#arcann x consular
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"Ziost, the world where everything changed. For me, you...the galaxy."
he had sworn his life to the Emperor, had been made his Wrath
everything on Yavin IV, the struggling, the fighting
the chaos
only to watch his home world, a planet full of people and life, reduced to a husk by the man they had practically worshipped.
then silence
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New job coming up
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Second commission I've made 🫣
Ngl I'm proud of it.
#chiss art#chiss oc#chiss#swtor oc#swtor#commission#jedi oc#swoc#swtor jedi knight#myartstyle#swtor art#sw#game: swtor#not my oc
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local blueberry gripping her lightsaber as if her whole life depends on it (it does) just a lil colored sketch of my oc Pryia
#oc: Kashp'ryi'azere#my art#my oc#art#star wars#chiss#jedi#star wars the old republic#trans oc#swtor#star wars art#star wars oc#swtor oc#chiss art#chiss oc#jedi knight#artwork#colored sketch#clip studio art#art on tumblr#original character#fan character#own character#artist on tumblr#yamikuruku
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Commission
Look, a day and even 2 blog post? Amazing -
#my art#commission#star wars#sith lord#sith#swtor#star wars oc#swtor oc#sith warrior#lightsaber#dark side#lightning
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He tightens his hold around the inert Jedi in his arms, and uses the Force to leap from the metal-strewn crater and onto solid ground. Several startled soldiers turn on him, their weapons lifting, until Kira hastily waves them off. If they harbour any hesitations about obeying her direction, the Sith’s burning glare gives them plenty of incentive to fall back. As though they truly could have stood in his way. Without hesitation Scourge pushes past them, heading as swiftly as he dares for the monorail and the emergency landing platform that waits outside. He is oddly, intensely aware of his fingers digging into Caspian’s jolting body, of the Jedi’s armour scraping against his own. The way the weight of the other’s head has rolled against him, bloodied brow resting upon the Sith’s aching shoulder; and now Scourge feels a different sort of pain spasm through his tightening chest. “I have you, Jedi,” he breathes raggedly. It makes no sense, Caspian clearly cannot hear him - and yet he feels the need to say it. To reassure him. I have you. You are safe. - Fall On Me, With All Your Light
I love commissioning artists to draw scenes from my stories. This one was truly a dream commission of mine, and I finally had the chance to see it come to life under the incredible patience and skill of hifarry on dA. The colours, the atmosphere, the details - this is everything I wanted from this piece, and I am beyond ecstatic!
#swtor#swtor art#star wars the old republic#jedi knight#lord scourge#swtor oc#swtor jedi knight#swtor scourge#sith pureblood#swtor fanart#star wars art#swtor:caspian#kem oc#otp: we choose our own fates#HI I'M GONNA BE SCREAMING ABOUT THIS FOREVER#IT'S SO PERFECT TO THE SCENE IN MY BRAIN AHHHHH
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"I don't suffer Fools gladly. Especially when they impede my goals."
(An old commission of my Sith OC, Darth Imperious, by AnushPaint on twitter.)
Ancient Sith Lord, over 4,000 years old. (Inspired by Hordak from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)
#oc#my ocs#commission#sith#sith lord#darth#darth imperious#hordak#she ra#she ra and the princesses of power#horokoth#star wars#the clone wars#star wars the clone wars#swtor#swtor oc#star wars oc#sith oc#lightsaber#jedi#darth vader#anakin skywalker#horde#horde prime#lord hordak#clone wars au#spop#spop hordak#she ra au
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I realize it's giving off heavy "Thriller" vibes, but I Barbie'd hard on Teg and this is what I ended up with
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my third swtor character (also my favorite)- my smuggler, nemahia
#illustration#digital illustration#fanart#artists on tumblr#original art#star wars#drawing#star wars oc#swtor art#swtor#swtor oc#zabrak oc#zabrak#alien original character#smuggler#star wars characters#the old republic#star wars fanart
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Latest commission, Zael the Unlikely Jedi.
#swtor#swtor oc#my art#star wars oc#sith pureblood#jedi#jedi consular#swtor fanart#art commissions#swblr#star wars#star wars fanart
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I agree with Cas... Scourge should wear bigger robes... Comic commission for (and scripted by) @kemendin! Thank you for commissioning me- so happy to have gotten the opportunity to work on something Cas & Scourge related :D
#swtor#swtor oc#swtor art#commission#commission art#other people's ocs#lana beniko#theron shan#lord scourge#art#my art
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Agent.
#starwars fanart#star wars#swtor oc#swtor#swtor imperial agent#star wars the old republic#imperial agent#cipher nine#chiss art#my art
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