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♥ for Quinn and Astrazia

Set in an AU, since my canon doesn’t have my SW as the Outlander. However, for the sake of this prompt, I really wanted to give her a more canon reunion with Quinn on Iokath.

“Lana, do you know where Major Quinn has taken up quarters?”

If Lana was surprised Quinn’s own wife didn’t have that information already, the blonde Sith had the good graces not to let it show. “It’s just a bit further that way, Commander,” she indicated, “A bit deeper into the base”

Astrazia offered her thanks and continued her search for Quinn. Major Quinn. The change of title still felt odd. Not that Quinn didn’t deserve the promotion and more for all he’d done for the Empire but it felt so sudden. It wasn’t, of course, which was the issue. It proved just how much time she’d lost. That stolen time had been easier to ignore some days than others. This was decidedly not one of those days because she felt every lost hour like a weight on her heart.

That weight felt all the heavier as she drew nearer to Quinn’s quarters. There was no mistaking it, the disturbance she felt in the Force was centered around his room. His emotions had always run strong, no matter how he tried to deny them. A fact that could be delicious or, as now, another painful reminder of loss. There was happiness there, relief and love, but also a sorrow so keen it cut like a knife.

What Astrazia felt then was nothing compared to the gut wrenching twist that came when she quietly palmed open the door.

Quinn was seated before a datapad strewn desk. Whatever strategies he’d been brewing up or intel he’d been reviewing had been forgotten. His elbows were on knees and his head buried in his hands. From between his fingers, Astrazia could see bloodshot eyes and tear streaked cheeks. He wouldn’t thank her if anyone else saw him this way, so she stepped fully into the room and closed the door once more behind her.

The quiet click of the door closing was enough to grab Quinn’s attention. He stilled completely and then sat up, back stiff and straight. His face was carefully turned from him but she could see him wipe away tears when he pretended to scrub his hand over his stubbled chin.

Astrazia could count on a single hand the times she’d seen him cry. When he didn’t keep his passions bottled up, they tended to run furiously hot. Rage, desire, pride- those were emotions a Sith knew well how to deal with. Neither knew how to cope with sorrow, cold and smothering. She wasn’t sure what to say. What could you say to the man you married and yet hadn’t seen for over six years? They’d tried their best at a reunion but there weren’t adequate words for what had befallen them both.

“I’m sorry for the years they took from you, Malavai.”

Quinn let out a shuddering breath at the sound of his given name. He was good at putting on masks, so he looked his usual cool self when he turned to face her, although the tightness around his eyes and jaw betrayed him.

“It’s not that. I hardly relish the years squandered in prison, especially since they kept me from my search, but I-”

His breath shook again and he was left with an uncharacteristic loss for words. She waited him out. Rather than respond immediately, he crossed the space between them and pulled her in for a fierce embrace. Her pulse leapt and, so close to his chest, she could feel that her racing heart matched his own.

With another rattling breath he said, “I’m ashamed to admit that, at my lowest moments, I was sure you were dead. No. When I was at truly my most base, I imagined you were alive but wanted nothing to do with me. It fills me with disgust to think the former ever, even for a moment, seemed preferable over the latter.”

Astrazia shook her head. “I don’t expect perfection out of you every waking moment. You spent five years in prison out of devotion to me. You’re allowed moments of weakness in all that.”

“I will not stumble again. Now that we are reunited, we will be invincible.”

Astrazia buried her face in the crook of his neck, where she could taste the salt from tears that had escaped his attention. She brushed them away with her lips. “There’s not a power left in this galaxy that could keep us apart now.”

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♚: Head scratches Astrazia/Quinn

Quinn frowned at the work piled before him. It wasn’t the amount that bothered him. He would finish it all in due time and would likely enjoy putting order to this mess. The problem was he shouldn’t have been the one expected to file every single report.

Astrazia could be excused passing on such menial work, as was her right as a Sith. He would have thought an apprentice like Jaesa would have put out the effort, but he could overlook her transgressions as well. Broonmark was the sort of tool best utilized in battle. Vette, however, claimed to be a full member of the crew, and yet she never lifted a finger for any of the real work that needed to be done around the ship. And Pierce was the worst of them all. How the man- the brute- could call himself a military officer boggled Quinn’s mind.

He sighed. He’d had this argument often enough with them. It was a waste of his valuable time and so he wouldn’t make the mistake of trying yet again. Arguing with any of that lot was about as productive as trying to herd of tooka.

He rolled his shoulders and set to work. He’d barely gotten through a third of the datapads when he felt a familiar set of fingers run from his shoulders, up his neck, and through his hair. He didn’t need to turn to see who it was. There was only one person whose merest touch could send delightful shivers jumping up his spine.

“My lord, I am attempting to work.”

It was a statement of fact, not a chastisement. Even that was giving it more credit that it deserved since he couldn’t attempt much of anything with Astrazia’s fingers bringing ruin to his concentration. All he could think of was the renewed rush of sensation every time her fingers twisted about a lock of hair or scratched lightly along his scalp.

It was clear she knew as much because he could hear the smile in her voice when she replied. “Don’t let me keep you from your work, Captain.”

She would stop instantly if he asked, but he couldn’t bring himself to think it, let alone vocalize it. Nor, he knew, could he continue to work so long as any part of her was touching his overeager skin. It was, he reasoned, relaxing. Lowering of stress levels was always beneficial to productivity. It was also, unarguably, quite stimulating. Her touch would be more than enough motivation to finish his work quickly and efficiently.

Like arguing with the crew, the most prudent course of action would simply be to give in. For once, Quinn would happily admit defeat and he announced that fact with a sigh, edged with a needy growl.

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Reunion

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War for Iokath: Quinn romance content, featuring a LS SW.

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The Universe in His Arms

A short bit of pure fluff, set post-Iokath. This is set in my canon universe, which diverges a bit from game in that Quinn was never imprisoned but has, instead, spent the last two years working under Acina while my SW, Astrazia, fought alongside the Alliance, lead by my JK, Reilli.

There were a thousand things that required Quinn’s attention and a thousand more still. The Alliance had thrown its weight behind the Republic. He had planned contingencies for just such an occasion. What those meticulous plans had not accounted for was his wife in turn throwing her own strength behind the Alliance, at least so long as it took to stop Acina from killing them all. Never had Quinn thought to have his loyalties so torn again.

But he had not made an oath so long ago and fought for so many years after, to abandon it all now. He would trust now, as he had then, that his wife would act as a herald for a greater Empire. He would have to because, as much as some might argue he couldn’t leave work left undone, there wasn’t a power in the galaxy that could move him from his current position or cause him to disturb those around him.

Stella had put all the growth she’d made over the last two years to use, wrapping her limbs around his right arm like a vice. Tucked in the crook of that same arm was Twila. Both were so much bigger than they’d been when he’d last seen them. There were hints in each of them of the women they would become. They were the future of the Empire.

And resting under his other arm, with her head over his heart, was the Empire’s invincible present. If he’d ever thought time would cure him of his absolute awe of her, seeing her again in the flesh had proven him wrong. Astrazia was the Empire. She was everything Baras and even its own former Emperor could only have ever pretended to be. She was the living embodiment of all he admired about it and of all he hoped it could be. No matter what she chose to do, he could follow her without hesitation because of that.

Astrazia shifted so that he could see a flash of her eyes in the dark. “Can’t sleep?”

“One year, ten months, and twenty-seven days.”

She stared up at him, eyebrows knit, and then understanding dawned. “You counted the days we were apart?”

“I’ve missed your company- all of your company- a great deal. I don’t want to miss a moment more.”

She imprinted a soft smile on the exposed skin of his chest. “We all missed you as well, Malavai. But these two aren’t usually such sound sleepers. You might want to take the chance while you have it.”

Troubled thoughts flashed once more through Quinn’s mind- of Iokath, of how they would preserve the Empire after Acina’s folly had lead it to the brink, and when in all of that they would be allowed to once more be a family. He had laid the groundwork as best as he could while he was parted from those he loved most to make sure that their home was not annihilated and Astrazia had, as he had known she would, ensured the Alliance would not act against their best interests. They’d done their best. He had to trust in that.

“I’ve had plenty of time to sleep since we’ve been apart.”

A lie she surely saw through if, for no other reason, than because she’d surely had even less rest than him. Still, she merely smiled and pulled herself gently up toward the crook of his neck. For as slow and steady as her breathing became he might have thought she had fallen back asleep had he not still felt the flutter of her lashes against his neck.

Quinn’s heart swelled almost painfully with emotion. This was more- so much more- than he’d ever dreamed of having in life. All the years he’d lost on Balmorra and every single setback that had followed was worthwhile because it had lead him here, to this moment, where his life was perfect. There would be days of struggle and strife to come but for now, all was right in his world.

He held his daughters and his wife close and finally let his eyes drift shut with a peaceful sigh.

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Reforged Alliance

A continuation of my fic meant to explain what my non-Outlander SW has been up to in the lead up to KotFE. Takes place after Ch. 9 of KotFE, with the start of definite canon divergence. You can find the previous chapter (and links to the chapters before that) here.

Astrazia stood framed in the door of her personal shuttle. A wide collection of faces were assembled to witness her arrival at the Alliance base. There were a few welcoming expressions among them, scattered Imperial soldiers along the periphery of the landing bay and some proud Sith who dared stand closer than most. For a large part, however, she was greeted with suspicion or outright hostility. There was a bothan with his blaster in hand and nervous Republic soldiers at his elbow, ready to back him up if necessary. Closest at hand were more familiar faces, only one of whom looked anywhere near inviting.

“Welcome, lord Wrath,” Beniko said with a shallow bow. “I apologize if your shuttle met with any resistance upon your arrival but you must know we weren’t expecting you.”

“Yeah, what exactly are you doing here?” agent Shan asked, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. “You were a little vague over comms and some of us are less eager to take your assurances that you just want to help. Especially when, you know, secret base. You weren’t invited, so what’d you do? Come sniffing after the trail of your old boss? I’m afraid you’ll find he’s a bit indisposed.”

Astrazia shifted her gaze to Rahn. The Jedi was uncharacteristically out of sorts. As much as she would like to take credit for Alliance Commander’s ruffled state, she couldn’t, or at least not all of it. She could sense the former Emperor stirring below the surface, sense a keen interest that made Astrazia’s blood run cold.

She bit back a sneer and turned her attention back to Beniko. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the former Cipher Nine?”

Her fellow Sith’s eyes widened. “You know where she is?”

“That ghost has come and gone. But I knew where she was and, more importantly at the moment, she knew where to find you lot.”

“That certainly explains that. Well then, my lord, the Alliance wel-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Shan said, waving his hands. “Before we roll out the welcome mat, I still have some questions. You were more than happy to turn tail and run when you were actually needed to face down Valkorian, letting your pal Marr die and Reilli be captured. And, from what I hear, you didn’t even put up much of a fight when the Eternal Empire rolled in. It all just seems a bit convenient that you pull out just in time to keep yourself safe from Valkorian’s clutches and then come rolling back in right as the Alliance is set up. Why the sudden change of heart?”

“You’ll find I don’t have much patience for roundabout talk. So, tell me what exactly it is you’re insinuating, agent Shan, and we can move on.”

“I think you and your old boss worked this all out. He kept his claws out of you and, in exchange, you take up your old job and try to get him his throne back.”

Astrazia started laughing. It was an all out cackle that made Shan’s face flush red and the more trigger happy in the hangar warily lift their blasters. By the time she could bring herself to stop, she had to wipe tears out of her eyes.

“Take up my old job? If it wasn’t for the fact that I was worried the old man would try to hop bodies, I might be inclined to run my sabers through Rahn’s chest right this instant. The last thing I want is for that monster to rise to power again.”

Shan took a protective step in front of his Jedi lover, which might have been enough to loose another round of laughter had Astrazia not been busy worrying about unveiling her real reason for coming to the Alliance. Not that she was concerned with anyone bodily present but there was that ancient ghost rattling about. Yet, if she was to join, she had known before coming that it meant letting the Emperor in on her little secret.

“Do you want to know why I didn’t join you all those years ago in your hunt for Vitiate?

Astrazia waited only long enough for a short, acknowledging nod before she turned to go back into her ship. She could sense the ripple of concern that followed, as though they expected her to emerge with a rancor in tow. Instead she gently scooped up a dozing Twila and led Stella by the hand so the two little ladies of the Sith could make their grand debut to the galaxy at large.

“I didn’t go with you for the same reason I stayed hidden, because I had children to consider. I found out I was pregnant not long before I was to join Rahn on the hunt.”

A simple, flustered, “Oh” was all Shan could manage in response. Beniko, as usual, was more eloquent, although it was clear she was thrown by being so out of the loop.

“I see congratulations are in order. I take it that means Captain Quinn will be joining as well?”

An uncomfortable topic which was enough to get the unusually quiet Stella to finally join the conversation. “Mama made Papa leave.”

As she’d done the entire flight to Odessen, Stella sent her displeasure with her mother through the Force. It was a tiny thing, like a fly in her ear meant to drive her to distraction. It had started as a natural byproduct of Stella’s sour mood. However, as soon as the girl had noticed how it bothered her mother, she’d started a coordinated assault. Whenever Astrazia started to get complacent, along would come another petulant flick in the Force. Had it not been used to put her teeth on edge, she might have been impressed by her daughter’s razor sharp control.

She grit her teeth and did her best to throw a convincing smile down at the girl. “I told you before, Stella, it was your father’s decision. He left on an important mission.”

“You coulda made him stay with us.”

Astrazia had no more desire to lay her family problems out before the Alliance than she had to wake up Twila. She leveled Stella with the sort of look that left no room for further argument. “Go get your things ready.”

Stella disappeared back into the ship with one last, moody ripple through the Force. As soon as she was gone, Theron held up his hands in protest.

“We’re not some sort of nursery.”

Astrazia looked about the near empty hangar with an arched eyebrow. “It seems to me, you’re not much of anything. You need my help.”

Shan looked like he was about to protest more but he was cut off by a subtle gesture from Rahn. Her expression, which had been clouded and distracted since the moment Astrazia stepped onto her ship’s ramp, cleared at last. She stepped forward to offer her hand in greeting, which Astrazia took.

“I know the look you’ve had on your face until now- the old man finally stop monologuing in your ear?”

One side of Rahn’s mouth pulled up into a knowing smile. “He does like to talk, doesn’t he?”

“A man who doesn’t like to hear himself talk wouldn’t go through the trouble of selecting a specially designated Voice.”

To Astrazia’s surprise, Rahn actually laughed at that. It seemed time had loosened the shackles of Jedi tedium a bit. A bit, but not all the way. Rahn was quickly back to her  usual, blandly serene self.

“As Alliance Commander, I would be proud to offer you a position in our ranks. We’d be happy to have both you and your children. We stand together not only to fight Zakuul, but to protect innocents from the ruthless boot of the Eternal Empire. It is only if we take in the weak along with the strong that we can stand apart from such evil and truly defeat it.”

Just the sort of wording one might expect from a Jedi. Astrazia might have yawned if she hadn’t planned on just such a response. She found Rahn exasperatingly dull, but it was a predictable type of dull that came with true goodness. It was the sort of goodness that was naively prone to seeing the best in everyone and never would turn aside an offer of aid. More importantly, it was the sort that wouldn’t turn away children even if they were the children of a powerful Sith and a diehard Imperial officer.

She offered what she hoped was a gracious smile. “Glad to hear it.”

With that settled, Beniko took Rahn’s place on the ramp. “I will find you appropriate accommodations, my lord, and then Theron and I will work to find you a fitting role in the Alliance.”

“The sooner, the better.”

Astrazia stepped back into her ship and closed the hatch behind her. With that done, there was one last thing to settle. She placed Twila, still sound asleep, back in her crib and wondered if she’d ever been so mild mannered. The infant seemed to have quite the makings to grow into her father’s daughter. That would certainly make her easier to handle than Stella who, like Astrazia herself, had been born with her heart bared to the world. It was something she would learn with time to temper into greater strength and to cloak when needed. For now, her displeasure shone as a fitful beacon in the Force.

Astrazia palmed open the door to the small cabin that served as Stella’s bedroom. As ordered, her things had all been neatly gathered and readied to be moved into their new, temporary home. In that much, at least, she took after Quinn. Considering the mess Astrazia had already made of her own cabin, she was grateful for that much.

Stella herself, however, was in no state to proceed. Tears streaked from red, puffy eyes and her hands were curled into tiny fists in the hem of her tunic. She looked up at her mother, all the fight gone from her face.

“I miss Papa.”

Astrazia sat on the ground and swept Stella up into her lap. “I do as well. But that’s why we’re here, remember. I’m going to end this war so we can all be together again.”

“Papa said you’re the strongest.”

“No one will stand in my way. But I need to know you’ll be okay, so I can fight my hardest. That way we can get back to your father as fast as possible. We’ll be together before you know it.”

Stella scrubbed away her tears and swallowed through hiccupping breaths. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

She only hoped this war didn’t make a liar of her.

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Astrazia/Quinn Coming home

Quinn rode the turbolift up to the penthouse of one of the finest buildings in Dromund Kaas. He cared little for the luxury of it. What he did care about- what made him stand a little straighter with his head held a little higher- was that he was returning to his home. To his wife.

He could still hardly believe it. After all they’d been through together, he’d hardly expected to live to this day, let alone with a woman like Astrazia. She was strong, beautiful, infinitely more than he ever deserved.

The turbolift slid to a smooth stop and the doors opened to reveal his opulently appointed home. He stepped out onto the plush red carpet, past the grizzly Sith statuary that Astrazia insisted on placing at the entrance for the “intimidation factor,” and through hallways lined with various Imperial memorabilia. It was every bit of it, the perfect fusion of his and Astrazia’s styles. That alone brought a satisfied smile to his face.

For all the smug whispers and insinuations about the two of them, about a lowly officer’s chances of staying married or even alive in such a union, everything about their shared space showed that Astrazia saw him as an equal. He’d have been more than happy to let her decorate their abode, used as he was to a small, utilitarian living space, but she’d insisted. She wanted this to be his home as much as hers. That had meant more to him than any contributions he might have made to the decorations.

When he crested the stairs, he saw Astrazia standing out on the balcony. Her focus was on Kaas City but he knew without any doubt that she’d been aware of his presence long before he even set foot on the balcony himself.

Indeed, he hadn’t even had the chance to greet her when she turned to look at him.

“Welcome home, hubby,” she said with a wry smile.

“Glad to be back, wife.”

Their little domestic ritual out of the way, he took his place at her side. Her husband. Her equal. He placed a hand on top of hers and bit the inside of his cheek to keep a smile from splitting his face in two when she leaned her head on his arm with a happy sigh.

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L for Astrazia/Quinn :3

Rishi, home to a menagerie of the galaxy’s bottom feeders. Here their depravity was not only overlooked but legal. Smuggling, piracy, black marketeering- it all put a near permanent curl in Quinn’s lip. He’d have enjoyed nothing more than to wash the filth of it off and leave the criminal haven long behind. Unfortunately, Astrazia had important business on the planet and he would sooner turn pirate himself than leave her behind.

“Loosen up, Malavai. We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile, if you’ll recall. That stiff gait of yours makes you stick out like a sore, tight assed Imperial thumb. Enjoy yourself.”

That ‘stiff gait’ of his took him straight into a murky puddle, thick with what he could only hope was mud. Quinn wrinkled his nose and shook his foot to rid himself of the filth as best as he was able.

“Thumbs don’t have…” He shook his head and resisted the urge to finish that particular line of thought. “What could there possibly be to enjoy in this wretched cesspool?”

Astrazia gestured broadly at the crowded city streets around them. “Look about. You can’t see a single thing that might interest you?”

There were revelers nearby spilling out of the cantina, drunk at midday if not already passed out in shady corners. Beings exchanged credits for any number of illicit goods and parted with a wink and a smile. None of which touched upon the various sounds and odors that assaulted Quinn’s senses, all reminders that he had absolutely no wish to partake in anything beings on this planet might find enjoyable.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have looked around and that is part of the problem. I can assure you, there isn’t a single suggestion for ‘fun’ which the miscreants here might suggest which I would entertain with any amount of seriousness.”

As if on cue, loud moaning drifted out of a nearby alleyway. It was so flagrant, it brought a fire to the tips of Quinn’s ears. He might have been able to sneer at the incivility of it had Astrazia not been looking him straight in the eyes. Trapped in that gaze, he could do little beyond stare at the quirk of her brow and suggestive curl of her tongue moistened lips.

Unfortunately, hers weren’t the only eyes to consider. If they were alone in the privacy of their home or even aboard the ship, he would have happily indulged her unspoken suggestion. However, he would not allow his desire for his wife be a spectacle for passing scum.

He looked to the sky to free him from temptation. “Regardless, there is little time for us to enjoy ourselves. There is the matter of pirates or… something which demands our attention,” he finished clumsily.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see that there was still fire in Astrazia’s gaze as she turned from him to walk away. He looked away from the sky to once more watch her, to witness the gracious sway of her hips as she glided proudly forward amongst beings who didn’t deserve to be in her presence. His mind wandered despite himself to scenes of the two of them in that alleyway. There wasn’t a backdrop in the galaxy vile enough to sour the sight of her full of rapturous delight, delight that he had provided her.

A triumphant smile was unmistakable in the flash of movement as he grabbed her hand to turn her back to him and pulled her close with a firm grasp on the small of her back. He crushed those upturned lips beneath his own. In moments, he was blissfully insensible to the world around him as their breath mixed together around tangled tongues. It was only as that breath carried on it the sound of soft, guttural moans that Quinn remembered himself.

With no small amount of difficulty he cleared his throat and pulled away. “I believe there was an important matter that required our attention back at the ship.”

“Must it wait until we’re all the way back there?” Astrazia asked, her voice intoxicating velvet.

Images flashed once more, unbidden, through Quinn’s mind. He swallowed hard. “I am ever willing to follow you, my love. Lead the way.”

[yamisnuffles]

I always forget how much I love her and how damn pretty she is until I play again. I’m glad the upcoming return of her trash husband gave me a reason to load her up.

[yamisnuffles]

F. An absent look or touch for astrazia and quinn?

Quinn noticed the change less in what Astrazia did than what she failed to do. She still treated him with respect before the crew and looked for his input when she knew his analysis would be helpful. She still protected him fiercely on the battlefield, even as he was less careful with his own well being. To the outside observer, they were still the model of loyal officer and eminently gracious Sith Lord. They were the sort of pair that the Empire might hold up as an example. And while Astrazia still could be- and by him eternally would be- praised for her gracious leadership, he couldn’t dare call himself loyal. Nor was he any longer sure if he could call himself anything more than her officer.

She’d said he was forgiven but he noticed every missed glance, every absent touch. He’d always taken great pains to behave professionally in public but he’d still indulged in a silent, potent connection with his lord. Aside from the fire of their private life, they’d shared a spark between the brush of hands and covert glances.

Those days were gone, perhaps forever. Quinn tried not to let it bother him. He had his life. He had his position. He couldn’t ask for more but that wouldn’t stop his heart for twisting with longing for what was and what still could have been if not for him.

Quinn cursed himself as he set aside a datapad full of reports on the progress of conflicts on Corellia. He couldn’t even properly focus on the one task given him because he was too distracted by the loss of things he had no right to.

Astrazia sat up on the bedroll she’d set amongst the rubble. Her eyes flashed in the dim blue light given off by his discarded datapad. “You know know how your sighing rankles me, Malavai.”

It was no doubt an accident, a force of long habit, but Quinn’s heart swelled at the use of his given name. She hadn’t called him anything other than ‘Captain’ since the false transponder station. Whatever the feeling behind it, he couldn’t help but see the barest glimmer of hope.

“I shall try to refrain, my lord.”

“Good.”

She laid back down and turned her back to the ambient light. No sooner had he picked up the datapad once more than she was on her feet. She walked over to him and reached over his shoulder to pluck the device from his hand. As she did, her fingers brushed his. There was nothing electric about the touch. It wasn’t an invitation to something more but it was something. It was the casual, mindless contact he had missed every minute since it had vanished.

“Get some rest, Captain. I can’t sleep while you are fretting over battle plans.”

She resumed her previous position with an unceremonious flop back onto her bedroll. She spared him a final glance, paired with a raised eyebrow that dared him to disobey. But he was quick to note that there was no threat behind that look. There was actually, unless the dim light fooled him, a soft humor to it. That look held more power behind it than any Force fueled threat ever could.

She could still command him with a glance, and he was happy for it.

“As you wish, my lord.”

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what happens when Astrazia finally discovers that Cael is a Republic spy??

kldjalkgj @jedimasteramell correct me if i’m wrong (also astra-szia bc i love the singer)

because one:

Cael disappears without revealing anything first. So, she’s heartbroken by her mark essentially. They both went into this “relationship” as other politically prudent Sith would: not actually giving their heart in the process.

SPOILERS, CAUGHT THE FEELINGS AT LIKE THREE YEARS IN, RIGHT AT THE END.

so he leaves without word and without a trail.

HEARTBROKEN.

so now here comes two: where they finally meet again

AND IT TURNS OUT. HE WAS PART OF THE FFFFF SIS

SO MUCH ANGER. SO MUCH HURT, SO MUCH ANXIETY THAT SHE WAS USED FOR TACTICAL INFORMATION AND NOW KNEW HER …. UNCONVENTIONAL METHODS.

And a little bit of “and I thought I was supposed to be playing you”

So it was a lot of absolutely lashing out at him at literally every opportunity, even an attempt at a duel with him at first, trying to sabotage him at every turn and just generally making his life fucking hell

He came clean with everything, everything, later but for a long stretch she was furious and would set off at him for anything. But when he did come clean and reveal just how miserable he was and that he played himself? She more pitied him than anything else and could at least, by the end, have a little trust with how not all of her secrets would be made public record or for the enemy.

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Blood and Element for Elora and Astrazia?

The sith ladies

ELORA

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?

Nearly lost her right eye to her brother at 10 and had to have rehabilitation for maybe a year+ in secret after that fight that got her “exiled” from Ziost. (Still keeps the scar.) Broke a lot of bones, bruised a lot of others, tore ligaments, got some burns from just fighting on Ziost as long as she did before the end. (she doesn’t keep those scars) thankfully hasn’t lost a limb or anything like that yet.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

Vengeful, proud, self assured, adventurous, self-aware, and lively. In that order.

ASTRA

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?

All the injuries sustained while being a slave, she was very much branded one before she was brought into her mother’s family as a true heir to her legacy. Other than that she’s not much of a fighter, she’s broken bones in excavations and explorations is about the whole of the physical damage. Mental and spiritual, though, she’s had a lot of shit to deal with when it comes to finding and subduing sith spirits.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

Clever, intuitive, flirtatious, intelligent, and imaginative in equal measure.

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Oooh baby gimme some of that sugar, ♞: Caring for each other while ill with Quinn and Astrazia

This went on unnecessarily long and includes a made up disease because I could only get lost in wookieepedia for so long. Set after the original SW story content.

Quinn was at Astrazia’s side half a second after she stumbled and her full weight was in his arms before she could fall. She pushed at him feebly in an obvious attempt to stand under her own power. Quinn shook his head.

“My lord, I cannot advise that. You should let me take you to the medbay for immediate treatment.”

“I’m quite alright, Quinn,” she insisted when she finally managed a wobbling step away from him. “I haven’t been sleeping well recently, is all. So if you would just stand aside-”

In theory, as the acting medic aboard the ship, Quinn should have had the final say over any patient on board. In practice, a Sith’s word was final. Against his better judgment, he did as she asked and stepped out of the way. She held her proud head high but barely made it another half dozen steps before stumbling again.

This time when Quinn caught her, he also peeled off one of his gloves in order to feel her forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re burning up.”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

She shook her head and said something more. Whatever she meant to tell him, however, was lost in an unintelligible mumble. Her usually sharp eyes took on a distant quality and then she tumbled down. Or, she would have, had Quinn not been ready. He tightened his grip on her so that she barely sagged before her weight was supported and then swept her up into his arms.

He was halfway to the medbay when he ran into Vette.

“What happened? Is she okay?” Quinn merely arched an eyebrow and Vette threw up her hands. “Alright, alright. Stupid question. She’s not now, but will she be okay?”

That was a more difficult question to answer. Quinn frowned thoughtfully down at the unconscious Sith in his arms. Once in the medbay, he carefully deposited her down on the exam bed and then grabbed a nearby datapad. He quickly typed out a list of goods, stopped, and then added a few more items. He held the list out to Vette.

“You have access to… secondary channels to procure goods, correct?”

“Yeah, believe it or not, dealing with you Imperials isn’t always so great. It’s all paperwork and bureaucracy and hey, maybe we’ll enslave you as payment for this deal.”

Quinn pushed past his annoyance with a huff. “Yes well, if you could procure these items, I believe our lord will be fine.”

“Mr. By The Book telling me to go to the Black Market? I didn’t think I’d see the day.”

“Quickly, Vette.”

“Right. Be back before you know it.”

Vette snatched the datapad from him and departed with a mock salute. Once she was gone, Quinn sealed the doors and then commed Jaesa. “My lord is indisposed at the moment and I must put the medbay on quarantine for the time being. Until that time is up, you are in charge of the ship.”

“I understand.” Then, after a beat, Jaesa added, “Quarantine? Is it something so dangerous?”

“A precaution, only. Let me know when Vette has procured the ingredients needed for a cure.”

He cut the line to prevent further questions. Time was of the essence. He’d seen a particularly brutal breakout like this while he was stationed on Balmorra. Aeslexian Fever. If he was correct in his hurried diagnosis- and with Astrazia’s abrupt downturn in health, coupled with the high fever and loss of consciousness, he was fairly certain- not just Astrazia but the whole crew could be at risk if he didn’t act fast.

In a proper facility, there would be little risk, but this was far from a proper medical facility and he was far from a proper medic. He was capable enough in combat to keep his lord well, but this was a dire situation quite apart from the norm. His limited skills likely wouldn’t have been enough if not for his experience in Balmorra. Imperial Intelligence had managed to intercept vital intel from a Republic combat medic that gave them an effective treatment regimen. That particularly detestable doctor didn’t need to know Quinn would now be in his debt.

He started by drastically lowering the temperature in the room. He took a sample of her blood and ran a diagnostic that confirmed his diagnosis. Then, for what little good it would do, he wet Astrazia’s brow with a cool, damp rag. The sensation was enough to bring her eyes fluttering back open. Her gaze drifted about the room and then sharpened and settled on Quinn.

“Not a word about being right, Quinn.”

Her voice was so weak that Quinn felt his throat tighten in response. He spoke only when he was sure of himself. She couldn’t know how worried he was. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She closed her eyes again but he could tell from her breathing that she was still awake. “I can feel your fear,” she said. “How bad is it?”

“I’m only worried because I have to rely on Vette. This far into the outer rim, there is no way we’d get what we need through Imperial channels.”

She smiled faintly. “Then I’ll be just fine.”

Quinn would never understand Astrazia’s faith in Vette, as capable as the twi’lek had proven herself over the years. However, in this instance, he found it oddly comforting. He believed in Astrazia, so if she believed in Vette, he would too. At least this once.

He replaced the cloth periodically to make sure it was still cool. Astrazia didn’t speak again. She seemed soothed for a time but then fever dreams took her and she was fitful. When she cried out, Quinn had to remind himself that it was likely the nightmares that caused her distress rather than any real pain. The fever would weaken her but it was largely painless until the final stretch when organs started to fail. With luck, she would never reach that stage.

He felt the ship jump into hyperspace and silently urged on Vette. He hated waiting at the sidelines. Even if he trusted Vette with his own life- which he decidedly did not- there wasn’t a being in the galaxy that he would bet Astrazia’s life on, except perhaps Astrazia herself. It maddened him to think she could be laid low by a disease likely spread to her by one of the lowborn thugs from the last spaceport they visited. She had bested the strongest Force users of their time. She could not be felled by something so… common.

Quinn wished he had advanced his medical training. He was sure their was a proper cure for the fever other than the solution cobbled together with whatever the resistance had been able to get their hands on. But he didn’t have time to research and, as Vette had pointed out, bureaucracy would hold things up in any case.

Minutes turned to hours. All he could do was wait and try to keep Astrazia comfortable. He folded one of her hands in his own and pressed it to his forehead. He’d rarely felt more useless. It was a torment.

“Stay strong, my love,” he whispered.

He awoke with a start, unaware of having fallen asleep in the first place. It took him a moment to understand what had woken him. His head was resting against Astrazia’s chest and for one drowsy moment, he thought the beeping he heard was somehow her heart. Then, finally fully awake, he realized it was his comm.

“Vette?”

“What’s this about a quarantine? Anyway, got the stuff you wanted. Should I come in, or…?”

“No, I would rather not take any unnecessary risks. I’ll meet you at the door.”

He reluctantly left Astrazia’s side and opened the door. As instructed, Vette was there waiting. She craned her neck to try to get a view inside the medbay but Quinn blocked her line of sight with his body. He took the offered satchel and promptly closed the door once more.

“You’re welcome,” Vette called from the other side.

She had a few more choice, non-Basic words to offer him that he was sure were curses but he was also sure he didn’t care. He would thank her later. For now, he had more important matters to attend to.

He pulled up the information he’d readied earlier, including his extensive notes from Balmorra, and set to synthesizing the crude but effective medicine. In went a number of foul smelling roots and herbs, along with- of all things- a portion of shed colicoid exoskeleton. The resulting concoction was a slurry that look every bit as awful as you would expect, given the ingredients, and smelled worse. Quinn could only imagine that it tasted repugnant, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was results.

He portioned out enough doses to bring Astrazia back to health, as well as a bit for each of the crew to make sure everyone stayed healthy. With some reluctance, he roused Astrazia to give her the first dose.

Once awake, she immediately wrinkled her nose. “Don’t tell me, I need to drink that.”

“I’m afraid so, my lord.”

She sighed. “Well, help me up, then.”

He propped her up, as requested, and then tipped the cup into her mouth. She drank it in one dutiful gulp and then stuck her tongue out.

“Absolutely vile,” she gagged.

He lowered her back down and ran another cooled cloth over her clammy forehead. “You should rest. I’ll wake you when you need to take your next dose.”

Astrazia grimaced. “Feel free not to wake me, then. For that matter, if it’s a choice between death and more of that revolting stuff, I choose death.”

“I know you’re joking, but I wish you wouldn’t.”

She opened her eyes just so she could wink at him. It was less of a reassuring gesture than it might have been if she wasn’t so feeble. “I’ll be sure to pull through, just for you, Malavai.”

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I still have almost all of KotET to play through before Astrazia is all caught up. And I need to try to do it all tomorrow. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Only for you, Quinn. Only for you.

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War on Iokath spoilers beneath cut.

Aaaaaaaaaugh. My heart. I just want to hug Theron close and whisper, “This isn’t your canon state” in his ear. Clearly I should have started with Astrazia and followed with Reilli so I wasn’t left with SAD.

I’m also mad because, yet again, my video capture software changed presets and didn’t get sound. So I didn’t get any of Reilli’s playthrough. Luckily there was only a little bit of romance content with Theron on that front, so it’s not a huge loss. And, doubly lucky, I was paranoid about it so I double checked before loading up Astrazia because I knew I’d kick myself if I didn’t get Quinn’s romance stuff.

Speaking of, QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINN. I love him and I was satisfied with how they explained away his absence because I feel like that’s what it would take to stop him. It also helps me settle my headcanon for what happens to me in my canon state, so I can finally continue my Astrazia/Quinn family fic. It’ll still take tweaking game canon but I’m glad to finally get that settled.