#The Seventh Sister

[annpar]

Careful Padawan

Another screenshot was drawn XD Ezra is too stubborn and loyal to betray his friends luckily 

[shehungthemoon]

Cannot believe that they didn't have the Seventh Sister approach Barriss instead of the Fourth Sister... what a wasted opportunity. She's MIRIALAN. It would have added so much more depth to Barriss' choices, not to mention to the world-building that SW is desperately lacking atm. Ugh.

[grayisblogging]

okay but imagine azula as an inquisitor??

she would fit right in, the aesthetic fits her perfectly

[stellanslashgeode]

Work in Progress Wednesday

I've been distracted by other stories, but I have made some progress on Dissonance and Upheaval, such as this bit where our heroines discuss their confrontation with the Seventh Sister.

  “She was a Sith.” It was a statement rather than a question. She was restating information so she could get it straight in her head.

  “Yes, Barriss.” Ahsoka answered her as she scanned their surroundings. Every flock of birds taking flight now put her on edge.

  “And the Sith started as a breakaway sect of the Jedi long ago.”

  Ahsoka’s lekku twitched and she grumbled to herself. “Not really. There are some sects of Jedi that remain mostly true to the Council. This was more… what is your word for someone who is raised religious but doesn’t just lose faith, they dedicate themselves to the... opposite of practice?”

  “A heresy?”

  “Yes. The Sith started as curious, wanted to use what you call gifts in new ways to draw strength and power. But to us, it went against Ashla. Jedi teach that Ashla serves the light. That Ashla is like the life energy, and cosmic energy that flows through us all and connects us all together. So we serve Ahsla by serving all beings. You see?”

  “I see.” She had that studious look on her face that Ahsoka found so adorable. It was youthful. The look of a young scribe in a library who wanted to learn everything and was staring at a particularly hard text.

  “Jedi philosophy is that we use gifts as if Ashla flows through us and we channel that energy. Yes? Early Sith wanted to command. Wanted to wield that power. They turned to what we call Bogan. The dark. Instead of the flow it is the command, the will of that Sith. The power. They channel anger and hate. They torture and enslave…” Her voice trailed off.

  “What is wrong, love?” Barriss leaned towards her from atop the saddle. Ahsoka was guiding the auzes though a crumbling arroyo on foot.

  “It’s just that. It was new to me. Meeting a Sith. We thought they all died out in the war between the two religions. All we knew were old stories. I was taught Sith would kidnap Jedi and torture them until they turned evil somehow…”

  “Yes?” Ahsoka could feel Barriss’ big dark eyes upon her waiting for her to continue.

  “Seventh Sister had scars. I assume that her Sith master took her as Adept and tortured her. But she said she did it voluntarily. As a show of strength they torture each other to experience and conquer pain. I just… I have been hurt in battle and never thought that way. I saw injury as unpleasant to get over so I could be healthy again. Not a thing of value to itself.”

  “As a healer I feel the same way. Pain of a patient is an misfortune to be eased as soon as possible.”

  “You would not think of causing pain for pain’s sake. Or seeking it.”

  “Precisely, Ahsoka.”

  “She was proud of it. And made an offer to me like it was a sacred ritual rather than a way to turn a prisoner.” Ahsoka shivered at how backwards it was to her own pedagogy. 

  Barriss was quiet for a time. “Like the tincture of poppy.”

  “Pardon?”

  Barriss cleared her throat. “Like the drug Getter used on me. I use it myself as a medicine to control pain. But I also know some seek it out for the euphoria. It becomes a kind of sacrament to them as well that takes over their lives. I would take it if injured, for the pain. But now I feel the cravings. Maybe this Sith came to crave the pain. The euphoria of sensation. I would not seek out all-consuming poppy stupor by choice.” She let her eyelids sag. She craved it still, to her annoyance.

  Ahsoka let out another grumble. “She was like an animal. Like kin to one of her wild birds than mirialan. Just as understandable to me. I can learn the nature of a bird, but it would be unnatural to think like one. I understood her words but do not understand wanting to be Sith. Wanting that pain, seeking it in ritual, or feeling pride from such.”

  “I love you as you are, Ahsoka.” Barriss said tenderly. “And she basically wanted the same as Getter?”

  “For me to call the Jedi. But not to take their cargo and knowledge. To escape Mirial so she could challenge other Sith for dominance.”

  “What a queer woman. I hope we do not see her again. But you said she threatened to come back?”

  “That she would make an offer again in time of need.”

  The two lovers traveled in quiet and caution after that, consumed by the same dreadful thought. As if we didn’t have enough problems.

[webtrinsic1122]

So apparently the Seventh Sister was trained by Aayla Secura???

[starwarsanalyst]

Star Wars Confessions-Ahsoka and The Seventh Sister

Something I wished happened even years later is that Rebels era Ahsoka had the Seventh Sister as a rival/love interest 😉

I feel there was much more story they could have told with these two characters. I think even with all her Jedi training, Ahsoka is going to be haunted by what happened with Barriss.

So, the fact that she has to fight another Mirialan Jedi who has fallen to the dark side is not going to be lost on her. Also the idea that the seventh sister is the living embodiment of Ahsoka's fears regarding what could have befallen her friend.

[engagemythrusters]

seventh sister hot so sad shes evil shed probably kill me before we even got on a first date

[aaeeart]

Future of the Force inspired doodles

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

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[laurasimonsdaughter]

The dragon – astonishingly – was a surprise. Even in his worst nightmares there hadn’t been a dragon. But the chains were too well fastened to fight and he supposed that getting eaten was at least quicker than starving to death on this damn mountain. He closed his eyes, but the thundering shake of the ground as the dragon landed was as bad as having seen the claws dig into the earth. He closed his eyes tighter.

“Are you the seventh son of the seventh son?” The voice was inhumanly low and it shook the fear in his bones loose.

“Yes!” he screamed. “Yes! Cursed, blighted, whatever you bloody want! Just get it over with.”

There was a short, tense silence.

“I have not come to kill you, human. I want to offer you a deal.”

His eyes opened in shock. “You what?”

The dragon was sitting a few paces away from him, its scaly claws crossed over one another and its massive, shimmering wings folded behind its hulking back. The look in its glittering eyes was intelligent and calculating, but not unkind, certainly not threatening. It waited.

“What—what kind of deal?” he stammered, heart racing with a wild, terrified hope.

“I understand that you have been left here to die by your fellow humans, because you are an extremely rare type of human, that they are afraid of. Is that correct?”

He studied the dragon’s interested expression for any trace of sarcasm, but there was none. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Well then!” the dragon exclaimed. “I propose to you this: I will break your chains and save you from the humans, and in return you will join my hoard and live in my nest.”

“I’m sorry. Join your—what do you mean live in a nest. Humans don’t live in nests.”

The dragon gave a sideways movement of its massive head, scales glinting in the sun. “There is plenty of room. It used to be a cavern in a mountain, of very respectable depth and dimensions, but during one of my hibernation some humans built a castle on top of it, so it is very suitable for humans.”

He was almost baffled enough to no longer be scared. Almost. “What happened to the people who built it?”

The dragon, somehow, managed to arch a nonexistent eyebrow. “They live there,” it replied, slowly, as if it feared that he was rather slower on the uptake than expected. “That was the start of my hoard, you see.”

He hadn’t misheard it. It did say ‘hoard’. “But...dragons hoard gold, jewels, riches…”

“Uninspired amateurs,” the dragon sniffed. “All very well for one’s hatchling years, but honestly.” The glittering eyes squinted down at him. “Do you not want to join my hoard?”

“I…” Living in a castle with a dragon for a protector sure beat being chained to a rock by feral townsfolk, there was no doubt about that. And what other choice did he have? He swallowed. “I do.”

“Wonderful!” Joyful sparks snapped off the dragon’s jaw as it gracefully leapt upright. “I shall do away with those pesky chains.” And he came towards him with remarkably light steps.

“Do you live very far away?” he blurted out, nervously watching the dragon as it studied the iron rings hammered into the stone. “Will I be able to—I cannot just leave my brothers behind!”

The dragon, who had just crushed one end of the chain to warped bits of broken iron in its claw, looked up distractedly. “Whatever are you talking about? All your brothers are at my nest already. Who do you think told me where to find you?”

His heart leapt in his chest. He didn’t even notice the heavy weight of the chains fall away as they slid to the ground. “You...you’d want to keep my brothers too?”

The dragon made an indignant noise, bowing down low and motioning rather impatiently for him to climb on its back. “What kind of dragon do you take me for! I must have the whole set.”

[annpar]

Seventh Sister!

My first time drawing The Seventh Sister.

Speedpaint: https://youtu.be/VOxQdpk6XgI

[chiliger]

This meeting’s already off on a great start.

[izuchant]

2nd Part 🌱✨️

I'm sorry for this, Ezra, but I think the Leash thing is so ridiculous and hilarious at the same time, hahaha

I reblogged the first part with this one, but it looks like when I reblog, it doesn't have reach. So, I post it single here.

[stellanslashgeode]

I need more motivation to finish up my light side Inquisitors fic that I'm writing as a gift to a reader so I thought I would post the first page. If I post a preview, I'll have to finish it, right?

It is an age of authoritarian rule.

SANTUARY SHIPS on the run from the EMPIRE require resources – food, medicine, and HYPERFUEL.

The Core World of RALLTIIR contains many high security vaults which the EMPIRE utilizes as storage for high value goods for their naval fleet.

On the streets below a group of young JEDI KNIGHTS closely watch their deliveries, looking for opportunities that would ensure their own fleet endures.

Sirin Kardes, often called the Seventh Sister by her colleagues, sang little Mirialan nursery rhymes to herself while she turned over hunks of garbage in the anonymous alley. This was her favorite persona for undercover operations, the crazy droid lady. All it took was donning a dirty threadbare poncho and acting a little strange. Most people were made too uncomfortable by the unhoused and mentally ill that she could shuffle all about most cities without being harassed. Plus, she sometimes found little gems.

One of her droids offered up a scuffed-up component that could be added to a transponder she was working on at home.

“Thank you, Payt. Keep your eye open for more of these.” She tucked the component into a pouch on her belt.

Her droid warbled happily tapping its legs on the ground. The two of them were her favorite droid creations so far. They had BD unit chassis but with modified, elongated heads. Payt got back to scanning the opposite side of the alley as his brother, Staabi.

Seventh Sister adjusted the old lady sunhat part of her disguise and had just gotten back to poking piles of garbage when Trilla Sundri silently dropped down onto the entrance of the alley, landing gracefully with a slight bend of her knees. Sirin grinned and shook her head. Dropping down from three stories up like that was practically the Second Sister’s signature move. She just loved doing that. To be fair it looked pretty cool.

Trilla took one last look down both sides of the street then patted her hip twice before casually walking away. That was their signal that the area was free of Imperial patrols and that it was time to move. Sirin gave her own hip a double pat, whistled to her droids, and followed behind her.

Second Sister was one of her siblings she respected the most. She never dismissed her or called her Jetii as a slur. Now that Jedi were being trained across small temples again certain masters were beginning to differentiate themselves via behavior and teaching styles. A fellow Jedi could differentiate a New Concord Dawn Jedi from a New Mandalor one, for instance. Jedi like Seventh Sister, from the Offee school, had developed a bad reputation. They were supposedly cleaved too closely to their Mandalorian neighbors and were too reckless with their emotions and passions. Sirin hated the stereotype. If they just personally knew Master Offee as closely as she they wouldn’t say such things. Barriss and Sirin had taken the creed and wore beskar proudly, so what? Why was her private life anyone’s business?

Trilla did not indulge in that nonsense. Since she had been trained by Master Unduli after the passing of her original master she understood Mirialan language and customs and sometimes joined her on religious holidays. There was only one grudge she held against the woman. Each of the siblings had their specialty. Sirin’s was interrogation while Trilla’s was tracking down individual sentients. Sirin was very good at being menacing or pestering. But she couldn’t replicate Trilla’s talent at being effortlessly spooky. That steady gaze from her big pale jade eyes, the way she could look down her long regal nose at Imperials and unsettle them, it was the only thing that provoked Sirin’s jealousy.

Oh well. She was glad Trilla was leading this mission.

[webtrinsic1122]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Ezra Bridger & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Seventh Sister (Star Wars), Fourth sister (Star Wars), Fifth Brother (Star Wars), Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Little Comfort sorry, Kidnapping, Father-Son Relationship, Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Protective Kanan Jarrus, Sexual Assault, Seventh Sister Is A Creep, Fourth Sister Is Mean, Hurt Ezra Bridger, Muzzles, Conditioning, Psychological Torture, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Panic Attacks, Mental Anguish, Non-Consensual Drug Use Summary:

The Fourth Sister is determined to take Ezra Bridger on as an apprentice, meaning the lengths she will go to gain his submission are gut wrenching.

[amikoroyaiart]

Second and Seventh Sister 🔥