#cholganna

[purgetrooper77]

Star Wars: Trails of Red Episode 5: Attack from Above

Rated: T

tw: mentions of people losing homes to the Empire, death of a protestor 

The armed freighter made it the Kimanan system. The Kimanan system is where the planet Kimanan is located. Kimanan is an Earth-like planet filled with green continents and cyan waters. Bezz and Inonok were piloting the freighter while Zentii and Mokor Vorbash were playing cards. Edojan was taking a nap in one of the lower decks of the ship. "Here we are, Kimanan." Inonok said. "I never imagined a planet would be very beautiful." Bezz said. "Looks can be deceiving sometimes. Remember we have an army of bounty hunters we need to kill." Inonok replied. The freighter went into the atmosphere of the planet and landed on the green surface. Mokor and Zentii stopped their card game and went outside with Inonok and Bezz. Edojan woke up and grabbed his blaster as soon as the ship landed on the ground. "Weird, I don't see any bounty hunters nearby." Mokor said. Bezz walked forward and found a dead Pit Droid holding a blaster. "What in the galaxy?" Zentii asked. "This is not a bounty hunter, this is a Pit Droid." Edojan said. "Why is there a Pit Droid here?" Mokor asked. Inonok whipped out his blaster and pointed it to the left while facing it. He scanned the area around him only to encounter a Rodian gunslinger. The Rodian aimed his blaster at the group but was shot in the chest by Inonok. The Rodian dropped dead on the ground as soon as his friends saw him fire his blaster. "Was that one of them?" Bezz asked. "Yes, there should be more coming at us." Inonok said. A yellow commando droid jumped out of the grass and fired his blaster at the mercenaries. Zentii dodged the blaster fire and killed the commando droid. "I am confused, was that a bounty hunter or a separatist droid?" Edojan asked. "This isn't right, I heard rumors of bounty hunters settling here." Inonok said. "Why would a commando droid be a bounty hunter?" Mokor asked. "Who cares, they were attacking space stations. I think it is time we pay them back with a little revenge." Zentii said. "Yeah, who cares? I'm sure no one will." Inonok said. The team moved onto the northern side of Kimanan. As they got there, there were mammals of different species looking at the team. "I don't like this feeling." Mokor said. "Brother, they are just animals. They won't harm us." Zentii said. "I haven't been on a planet like this since childhood. Back then my family had everything, until the Empire took over." Bezz said. "The nicest planet I have been too was a beach planet. I forgot the name and the sector it was in but that beach was nice. I only have two small memories about the beach." Inonok said. "I've never been to any planet like this. Every time I travel to a planet it is always a noisy underground city, a desert planet, or an ocean planet. Nothing like this." Edojan said. "I remember when Zentii and I first met Edojan he fought off a Rancor eating a big fish. I thought it was funny as Groll." Mokor said. "After I fought the Rancor I grabbed the fish's tail and offered it to Zentii." Edojan added on. "Oh yes, I remember when you said," Want to have fish-sticks?" Funniest thing from you, ever." Zentii said. "Sounds like you all had fun." Inonok said. "Wait until you hear the time Mokor tried to tackle a Nexu." Bezz told Inonok. There was a black haired human with blue eyes pointing a blaster at the group. "Stop where you are, or I'll shoot," he warned. The five heroes prepared themselves for a massive shootout. The human was shot in the back as soon as he finished his sentence. A female Tholothian with dark skin and a red mask pointed a blaster at Inonok. "This prize is mine." she said. Inonok recognized her force. "Galzi?" Inonok asked. The Tholothian took off her mask and dropped it on the ground when she sees Inonok's face. "Inonok?" "It is you!" both Inonok and Galzi said in unison. Both aliens hugged as the rest of the group looked at each other in unison. Eight seconds later the two aliens stopped hugging and Inonok turned around to explain everything. "This is one of my childhood friends. Galzi, this is Zentii, Mokor, Bezz, and Edojan. My friends, this is Galzi." "Pleasure to meet you, Galzi." Edojan said. "I didn't know you became part of a team now." "I didn't know you became a bounty hunter, what happened to you?" Inonok asked. "Long story short, my brother was killed by the Empire after he tried to protest in Vangor. I became a bounty hunter after that." Galzi explained. "I am so sorry." Inonok replied. "Why are you on this planet?" Bezz asked. "An arms dealer hid a very powerful weapon somewhere on this planet. That is why every bounty hunter in the Inner Rim is here. While the others are trying to use it for successful bounty hunting missions, I am here to destroy it so that it won't fall into Imperial hands." Galzi said. "What kind of weapon?" Zentii asked. "It is a crystal charged heavy repeating blaster. Some people say it has been around since the final year of the Clone War. If anyone gets their hands on the crystal blaster say goodbye to a safe peaceful galaxy." Galzi answered. "Where do you think they hid the blaster?" Inonok asked. "My guess, northeast of where we are. It is where a large squadron of bounty hunters roam around." Galzi said. "Then let's take them down." Edojan said. The six heroes went northeast and encountered the vast majority of bounty hunters on Kimanan. Inonok killed three while Edojan killed two. Zentii turned to the left and shot down four bounty hunters. Galzi jumped forward and shot down five bounty hunters. Nearby the six heroes was a tent with an empty briefcase. Galzi's eyes were wide open as soon as she saw it. "Oh no, they got it." Galzi said. There was green blaster fire that missed Edojan. The rest of the ground dodged the blaster fire as a male Kel Dor holding a heavy repeating blaster with green kyber crystals covering sixty-two percent of it. Edojan got up but was shot in the chest and killed by the Kel Dor bounty hunter. "No!" Bezz yelled. Zentii rolled to the left and shot the Kel Dor hunter twice in the head. The Kel Dor bounty hunter fell to the ground and died. Inonok fired at the crystal charged blaster causing it to overheat and explode. The mission was over and the remaining five heroes won. "I don't believe it." Bezz said. "Neither do I, we lost Edojan." Mokor said. "He died in honor, knowing that the galaxy will be free from monsters like this one." Galzi said, referring to the Kel Dor bounty hunter. "Edojan was like a brother to us, he was the reason why this group was formed in the first place. Knowing that we are rich now, he knew how happy we all are now we got the money." Bezz said. "Let's go home." Inonok insisted. Galzi looked at Inonok as he walked away. Inonok stopped himself realizing he just got reunited with Galzi. The other boys stopped with Inonok. "You can come with us if you like. We are going to have a small funeral for Edojan." he offered. Galzi smiled at Inonok. "I would love that." she responded. The team of heroes went to the armed freighter and took off from Kimanan. They jumped to hyperspace and got back into the space station in the Ubdur System. Porkos and Aajnya are still in Cholganna. They were looking at the sky together as Nufioo was taking a nap. "Have you ever wondered what the galaxy was like before the clone wars?" Porkos asked. "No not really, I was born in an orphanage six years before the clone wars. I really didn't care what happened on the outside." Aajnya answered honestly. "Well that makes one of us. I did, it felt like an empty world filled with happy memories. Before the Empire took over I started a business with my brother. We sold homemade food we memorized from our mother's recipe. Then one day, people stopped showing up. We were wondering what was going on. All of the sudden we heard blaster fire and screams of children as smoke covered the entire town. We knew it wasn't pirates or separatists trying to steal our land. It was the Empire." Porkos said. "I got out of the orphanage when the Empire took over. The couple that adopted me didn't want to live near a battlefield so we did what no one expected. We lived on a forest planet near dangerous animals. I was raised on a farm. My mother taught me how to make clothes and plant crops while my father taught me how to fight and shoot a blaster. Both were tough on me. Seeing how our mission went I must say I want to thank them." "Are they still alive?" "They are, it is just that I can't remember where they are now." Aajyna said. "I'm sure if they saw us, they will be very proud of you." Porkos said. Aajyna smiled at Porkos. Golizaa walked closer towards Aajyna and Porkos. Both aliens looked at Golizaa as soon as she stopped walking. "There are going to be two Star Destroyers coming towards this planet. Luckily I know where to go." Golizaa said. "Where are we going?" Porkos asked. "We're going to Hordona. Which is in the Bracca System." Golizaa answered. "The Bracca System, isn't that system under the control of the Empire?" Aajyna asked. "It is, but since we have all of those weapons we can get there and fend off any imperials we need to fend off." "Why are we going to Hordona?" Porkos asked. "We are going to visit my oldest friend, Lona Zolbee." Golizaa revealed.

[mandalorianslut]

May I make a request? Of Din Djarin and reader. Where what if the reader and him are in a secret relationship being that only the cult and greef karga know they are together. Anyways what if reader gets jealous by how close bo and din are getting and she gets insecure because she feels like Din could do better than her and she believe that grogu and Din need someone like bo so she ignores din and when he finds out why? Maybe from Bo who noticed the jealousy then he spends all night heheheh smut ensues showing her how much she means to him and how he worships her?

omg this is such a cute idea I hope I did it justice (first time writing smut in awhile) ! thank you sm for requesting :) (this turned out a lot longer than I thought) 1.6k words oops-

You watch as Din and Bo-Katan sit down next to each other around the fire, Bo-Katan holding Grogu on her lap feeding him little pieces of meat, they look like a family. You watch as a helmetless Mandalorian walks up to the three and starts a conversation, you can only make out a few words but that's all you need “Your foundling is very cute, seems like he has two very caring parents.” your heart drops as you hear him say this.

 You stand up abruptly, no longer being able to contain your jealousy anymore, you can’t take another minute watching them. As you walk away you miss Din telling the Mandalorian about you, you miss his soft words as he speaks about you. 

Days pass and your jealousy and anger only grow, watching Din and Grogu hang around Bo-katan more and more. God this is pathetic you think to yourself, Din and you have spent months traveling together, you’ve spent nights in his arms but then why does it feel like that isn’t enough?

As you watch Bo-katan fight off a horde of cholganna that snuck up on Grogu, Grogu being distracted by a frog you can’t help but feel a sense of shame, it should be me saving Grogu, Im his caretaker but you couldn’t get yourself to move, you felt stuck, panic filling your lungs as you watched the cholgannas almost kill Grogu. You watch as Din rushes in grabbing Grogu and handing him to you before rushing back to help Bo-katan finish off the final cholganna. 

As you watch Din and Bo-Katan fight side by side you can't help but feel inadequate, you're not a Mandalorian, kriff you're not even that good of a fighter sure you can hold your own but you're nothing compared to either of them. 

As Din walks over to you and the child you can’t help the heavy feeling that fills your head, causing you to frown as he comes up next to you greeting you with a nod “cyar’ika.” he runs his gloved hand over your arm, checking you for injuries, 

“Are you okay?” he tilts his helmet down, running his hand over Grogu’s ears as he babbles nonsense.

I nod my head, shying away from his touch. “Yeah I'm-i'm okay,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Cyar’ika… are you sure? You seem off.” Din asks, concern filling his words.

You sigh feeling slightly bad for making him worry, almost forgetting about why you were upset in the first place.

You soften your gaze slightly as you look at him. “Yeah…no… I mean-” Before you can finish your sentence you see Bo-katan walk up beside him, taking off her helmet and nodding at you slightly before looking down at Grogu and saying “That was a close call wasn’t it buddy?” she lets out a humorless chuckle, softly petting his ears. 

You feel yourself tense up the feeling of jealousy and shame crawling up your spine.

“I think I’m going to go inside… it's a bit warm out for me,” you say handing Grogu to Din. As you walk away you feel tears threaten to fall, you will them not to not wanting to seem weaker than you already are.

As you walk away Din lets out a sigh, setting Grogu into his crib. He shakes his head not understanding what happened or if he did something wrong. Bo-Katan watches as you walk away frowning before her eyes light up with understanding.

She turns to face Din watching as he sets Grogu down into his crib.

“You know Din… I think your riduur might be a bit jealous,” she says watching as you disappear into the building.

Din's head shoots up at her words, a blush covers his face under the helmet at the use of riduur, he swallows “Why would you think that?” he says confused about what you could be jealous about, he was yours.

“I think- I think she's jealous of how much time we’ve been spending together.” Bo-Katan says, shaking her head slightly.

Din’s eyes widen under the helmet “You- I-” he’s flustered and confused, he really needs to find you and apologize.

Bo-Katan watches as Din speeds off in your direction, she sighs turning to Grogu with a slight smile “Your dad really is something else huh?” Grogu responds with a string of almost words seeming to agree with her.

As you sit in your room wallowing in self-pity and loneliness you hear your door open, you shoot up wiping your face with your sleeve trying to clean yourself up, making it look like you haven’t been crying. 

As Din enters the room he sees you standing quickly wiping your face trying and failing to hide your tears, he comes up to you and cups your face gently “Oh mesh’la, what's wrong?” He says words filled with worry.

Tears start to fall from your eyes, you try to blink them away but feel Din slowly wipe them away.

Din walks you both over to the bed, setting you down with arms wrapped around your shoulder “can i- can I- take a go at what's wrong?” he asks, seeming shy.

You nod your head, turning your body to face him, giving him your full attention for the first time in days.

He turns to look at you, “I talked to Bo-katan and she said you might be feeling jealous of her?” he looks at through the helmet watching as your face falls slightly looking away.

You feel heat rushing to your cheeks, turning away from him slightly. “It's not that I’m jealous I just feel like-like…” you swallow, tears welling up in your eyes “I feel like you don’t need me anymore.” you whimper out. As you look away feeling tears falling down your face you hear the hiss of him taking off his helmet.

He cups your face, bringing your forehead to his resting it on yours, “oh cyar’ika.” he coos “How could you possibly think that? Your the best thing that's ever happened to me, you make my everyday so much better, the suns and moons have nothing compared to you ner cyar’ika.” as he speaks he starts slowly unbuttoning your top.

You whimper slightly as his gloved hand grazes your chest.

He smiles at you chuckling lightly at your whimper. He pulls you into a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip, you let out a shaky moan, hands grasping at the sheets.

He continues undressing you, trailing his hands down your body, stopping just above your waistband, he pulls away from the kiss, holding your bottom lip between his teeth, he leans in close, you can feel his breath against your ear “Let me take care of you cyar’ika… please.” he sounds desperate.

You nod letting out a soft moan.

He pulls his hand away from your waist causing you to let out a whine, he chuckles slightly “Come on mesh’la I need words.” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes Din I-I want you to take care of me.” you whisper out heat covering your whole body.

He trails his hand down your body, taking off your pants in one swift move, leaving you all exposed for him all while he's wearing everything but his helmet. He slowly brings your legs over his shoulders pulling your cunt closer to him.

You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as you feel his hot mouth engulf your pussy, “oh dank farrik Din please don’t stop!” you thread your hand through his hair unable to stop yourself from trying to pull his face deeper into your pussy.

He chuckles at your antics, his laugh sending a vibration through your pussy causing you to buck up into him. 

He continues exploring your pussy, his tongue licking and tasting every part of you it can. He pulls back, his whole face covered in your juices “Oh riduur you taste amazing.” he runs a finger through your slit, his finger glistening with your own wetness, he puts his fingers up to your lips “suck mesh’la.” 

You open your mouth, tongue wrapping around his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing.

He throws his head back moaning as he watches his fingers disappear into your mouth, as he pulls them out he watches your face, your eyes glazed over with lust.

He brings his mouth back onto your pussy, wrapping his mouth right around your clit, your hands grasp the sheets, your moans bouncing off the walls.

You can feel yourself getting close “Din Din- I’m -I’m gonna I’m close” you whimper out. 

He hears your plea and sucks harder causing your legs to shutter threatening to crush his head, you feel your orgasm wash over you. 

Din doesn’t let up until you whimper and push his head away. He looks up at you, your eyes glazed over with lust. “How was that mesh’la?” he smiles, moving from between your legs laying down next to you on the bed.

You turn your head to look at him, your eyes filled with appreciation “Din- I- I love you so much.” you nuzzle your head into his neck.

He laughs, petting his hand down your back, “Of course cyar’ika.” he cups your face making eye contact with you, “Promise me that if you ever feel this way again you’ll let me know right away.” 

You nod your head “I promise and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything I'm so sorry I was just scared you’d agree with me.” you feel him shake his head against yours “I’d never feel that way, you're safe with me.” 

You slowly feel yourself falling asleep, your eyes getting heavy.The last thing you see before your eyes fully close is Din pulling the covers over you smiling down at you kissing your forehead “Goodnight riduur, sleep well.”

[cacodaemonia]

Ooh, for the wip game: To Live Like a Ghost

(Or wip of choice if anyone already asked about that one) 😘

Aw, hey, thanks for the ask! To Live Like a Ghost is a wip I've had in my head for over a year now but I kept getting stuck on it. I think I finally figured out what was messing me up, though, so once I'm done with some things I'm working on now, I want to revisit it.

Anyway, it's a canon-divergent AU where the war ends very soon after Geonosis, so the clones and Jedi don't have much of a bond, and suddenly, the clones are just. Not soldiers anymore. They don't really know how to live 'normal' lives, the Republic is trying to figure out what to do with them on top of everything else going on, and there are of course all the cadets to think about. So it's going to start out fairly grim when Waxer and Boil meet each other on a civilian job several months after the war ends, but if you know me, you know it will get better. 🧡

One of the main things I wanted to deal with in the fic is just how much it sucks to be poor—how that puts so many constraints on literally everything in your life.

I haven't looked at the chapter and a change I wrote months ago, but let's see...

"Speaking of him," the Twi'lek says, leaning forward and lowering his voice as he looks at Waxer. "Is it true that he did some kinda Sith mind control thing with all of you? As part of his plan to take over?" Waxer's stomach clenches. His dream from this morning is close again—prickling like ice right under his skin. Curling his fingers around the edges of his tray to keep them still, he says, "He... It was—" The speakers overhead crackle and Waxer startles. A droid's voice says, "All passengers, we will be arriving in Quermian space thirty-three minutes ahead of schedule. If you are disembarking on Quermia, please gather your belongings and proceed to boarding ramps one through three on level zero. If you are transferring to ships bound for Emmer, Troiken, or Cholganna, please gather your belongings and proceed to boarding ramps four and five on level zero. Thank you for traveling with Trans-Perlimian StarLines." Stiffly pushing to his feet, Waxer accidentally jostles his tray with a loud clatter. Grabbing it, he steps back from his seat and offers a jerky nod to the group of nat-borns. "S-sorry, I'm heading for Troiken, so I have to get my pack now. Uh, have a... nice day." "What's a clone doing on Troiken?" one of them calls as he's turning away. Pausing, Waxer glances over his shoulder just long enough to say, "I got a job on a crew building roads and trails in the wilderness."

[exceptionally-minded]

Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. What… is your name? What… is your Quest? What… Function does the second pair of eyes perform for a Cholganna Nexu?

That is not a bridge I shall be crossing today, my cryptic friend.

[nicolabarth]

Darth Victus part 3 - On the Hunt

Read on AO3

Pairing: Sith Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul

Rating: Mature

Hondo’s men had been looking for clues of Kamoni for ten days when one of them came back with news: The bounty hunter Jango Fett had mentioned returning to Kamino in an overheard conversation. So what they needed to do was find Fett and let him lead them there.

The last anyone had heard from Fett was that he’d been tracking a target to Cholganna.

“Let me go and hunt him, master,” Maul said. He was getting restless from just sitting around.

Maybe Obi-wan was getting restless too, because he said: “We’ll go together.”

[walkawaytall]

I swear there won't be a Perspectives companion piece for like every forthcoming chapter of Purpose of Heritage...but there is for the one I posted the other day.

Summary: While waiting for the group to return from the rescue mission on Cholganna, Han and Shara Bey discuss a topic he'd rather avoid. Portions of chapter twenty-one of Purpose of Heritage from Han's POV.

[sillyromantic4ever]

Chapter I: "Ponderings" from Beneath the Armor, Vol. II

Excerpt: "[Din] smirks to himself beneath his helmet. When he had first met Talia on Cholganna over five months ago, he had kicked and punched against the intrusion of his privacy. But after time passed and after seeing that this perplexing woman was being kind, understanding, and simply herself, he had stopped. Even now, he does not quite remember when he did. And after a moment, he calmly realizes that he does not care.

"Not anymore."

Read here: Beneath the Armor, Vol. II - Chapter 1 - SillyRomantic4Ever - The Mandalorian (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[paramounticebound]

@fasciinating liked for a sneaky sith!verse starter

Oftentimes, the bowels of the galaxy upend and chaos ensues. This is nothing new for the Republic that constantly battles within itself, the rising and falling of alliances and meaningless skirmishes. It’s only when the threats become too close to indelible that they truly rally together. When the disease becomes too close to touching the untouchable, the Senate begins to panic.

Ceti Alpha V, untamed and ruined, is a welcome ally when the third planet in the Outer Rim disappears. 

And the taste of it-- hysteria, fear, distrust-- coats his tongue and his throat and all of the broken pieces inside of him, a bittersweet nectar that he longs for like life-blood. An addiction that he hides beautifully behind a mask of stoicism, a nice tunic, and a feigned worry for the fate of the galaxy. Or: a fanged nexu stalking its prey through the jungles of Cholganna, bloodied maw unslaked. Ravenous. 

     “Senator,” he greets with that mouth filled with too many teeth, forked tongue, cold as the space between each dying star, “It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do wish it were under more pleasant circumstances.”

[purgetrooper77]

Star Wars: Trails of Red Episode 4: Imperial Defense

Rated: T

tw: Neck Blaster shots, mouse and R2-unit droids being destroyed

The planet Cholganna is now a battlefield. An imperial garrison is now fighting against an anti-Imperial organization known as Trol. Trol is a diverse group of aliens against the Galactic Empire. A female red eyed Verpine and a Boosodian were on grassy plains blasting at Imperial Army Troopers. The Boosodian shot down and killed two army troopers while the Verpine shot down three. A purple skinned male Nautolan with black eyes and a brown jacket pulled out a Gatling blaster and shot down eight army troopers. The Verpine threw a knife and killed an imperial probe droid. The Boosodian threw a thermal detonator and destroyed three army troopers. For two days the troopers had to deal with Trol due to their constant attacks and bombings. More and more army troopers showed up. The three rebels ran away as they continued to fire their blasters. Two army troopers were shot and killed by the members of Trol as they ran for miles. A female Cerean sniper with blonde hair fired her blaster and killed the lead trooper from a far away area. The remaining troopers stopped themselves to look around. They were confused and scared due to the amount of blaster fire coming from the opposing forces. The members of Trol were gone as soon as the sniper disappeared. Thirty minutes later the four aliens went to the mountains of Cholganna. They met up in a small hut made of sticks and stone. The four aliens were inside the lower area of the hut so that the garrison wouldn't hear them. "Reegana, Nufioo, Karito I would like a status report." the Cerean ordered. "The garrison didn't have their droids with them this time, which tells us something is amiss." Karito said. "I saw a probe droid malfunction as it entered the base," Reegana reported. "{{Nothing special in my case.}}" Nufioo said. Nufioo wasn't taught galactic basic standard since he was Boosodian. He can speak his native language and huttese. The only ones that could understand him are the Cerean, Reegana, and Karito. The female Cerean slammed her fist on the table. "We're not doing good enough, we can't even get past the first wave thanks to those blasted army imps." she said. "Urkiana, I hate to tell you this but the Empire has more technology than we do. It's impossible to get past them and destroy the entire garrison." Karito said. "No, it is possible, we were close. I knew it." Urkiana denied. "Even if we were close we wouldn't strike the garrison without a higher chance of dying." "Karito, there are seven of us who knew that. The Empire is as big as most of the galaxy. We need to teach the Empire a lesson in what happens when they mess with people like us." Urkiana told him. "How will this time be as different as the previous ones?" he asked. "It is because I told them about that malfunctioning probe droid." Reegana said after figuring that out. Both Nufioo and Karito looked at each other like dumbfounded individuals. "Listen, they will have fewer probe droids than before. We just need to tell Golizaa, Porkos, and Aajnya about it." she said. "There is no need, we already know," said a female voice from far away. There was a red Mikkian with blue eyes followed by a green male Dowutin with white eyes and a green skinned female Twi'lek with purple eyes. "So you know my plan, Golizaa?" she asked. "I do, whenever we do that plan we must do it swiftly and quietly. I fear the longer we take the bigger chance the Empire has in killing us." Golizaa said. Both Urkiana and Golizaa are close friends who helped form Trol. They have known each other since their childhood days. Meanwhile in the Imperial Base there was an Imperial Commandant with blue eyes and blonde hair looking in the sky. An imperial officer with brown hair and blue eyes approached his superior. "Commandant." He greeted him. The Commandant turned around and spotted him. "Niel, fancy seeing you here." "How is our status here?" "Not too bad, we lost an entire battalion but it is not a big deal." "An entire battalion? Commandant Zann, that sounds like a big deal to me." Niel said. "We have hundreds of them. Two days ago we lost a squad of sixteen soldiers. Yesterday they were all replaced. I guarantee you the ones we just lost will be replaced before you could wake up." Zann told him. Niel was unsure on what to think. "This entire planet is getting worse. More and more people are turning against the Empire. This planet will be an Anti-Imperial planet if we don't do something." Niel said. "Relax Niel. If we had to deal with Rebel Activity I will allow Stormtroopers into this area. Thankfully most of them are with the Emperor as they try to calm things down in Ryloth." Zann replied. Another Imperial Officer ran towards the two members and had something major to report. "Sirs, sirs." "What is it, Korzim?" Zann asked. "It is Trol, they took down one of our Probes." Korzim reported. Golizaa and Porkos barged into the front yard of the base and killed six army troopers. Urkiana turned to her right and shot down two troopers. Karito jumped into the base and shot down five army troopers. Nufioo got to the west side of the base and shot down three army troopers. "Lock down the entire base!" Zann ordered. Golizaa heard the order from far away and shot down two troopers. A female Imperial officer drew out her blaster and shot Karito in the head. Karito was dead as soon as his body hit the ground. Porkos broke the doors open with his bare hands. Aajnya jumped to the right and shot down two Imperial officers and an army trooper. Niel Corrno drew out his blaster only to be shot dead in the chest by Golizaa. Zann was shot in the head by Urkiana once she got inside the base. Nufioo was the last one to get into the base. Reegana decided to stay outside to take down the opposing troopers. Reegana went to the southern part of the base. She encountered a small squad of army troopers as they were patrolling the base. She drew out her blaster and shot down six troopers. The lead trooper saw Reegana and fired away. Reegana dodged the blaster bolt and shot down three more troopers. Two troopers fired at Reegana but missed as they rushed forward. Reegana shot down and killed the last six troopers in the southern part of the base. Reegana was shot in the neck twice by a tan skinned female Imperial officer with brown eyes and black hair. She dropped her blaster and hit the ground dead in less than three seconds. The entire base turned red as soon as Reegana died. The remaining five members of Trol looked around realizing Karito was not the only one dead. "What do we do now?" Porkos asked. "We grab new weapons and kick the Empire's rear end." Urkiana said. The five Trol Rebels got into the hallways of the base and went to the weapons room. They were followed by two Imperial officers with blasters in their hands. Porkos shot down the two Imperial officers once they reached the weapons room. Aajnya and Urkiana were loving what they were seeing after they removed the lids of the crates. Nufioo shot down three officers that were running to their location. "Uhh Urkiana?" Golizaa asked. "Yes, Golizaa?" "Shouldn't there be more troopers coming towards us?" "There should be, why do you ask?" Urkiana questioned. "This base feels empty." Porkos told the two women. Nufioo went into hallway 3-B and encountered a mouse droid. He shot the mouse droid, alerting more officers to their location. Nufioo turned to his right and shot down four Imperial Officers. Two officers ran away to alert their commander. The remaining Trol members transported the weapons to the main part of the base. Nufioo followed them only to encounter more army troopers. Golizaa shot down and killed two troopers as Urkiana shot down three. Porkos turned to his left and shot down two army troopers. Aajnya turned around and shot down five army troopers. Urkiana grabbed a thermal detonator and threw it only to destroy six army troopers. Porkos shot down and killed the remaining three army troopers. "I can't believe it, we are winning." Urkiana said. "We may have lost Reegana and Karito but at least we were able to steal as many weapons as we could." Porkos said. The officers made it to the top floor of the base. There was an Imperial Captain with dark brown skin, brown eyes and black hair looking at the two officers. "Captain Pordell, it is the Trol." the officer said. "The Trol?" Pordell asked. "It is what they call themselves, the rebels." the other officer explained. "If all of them are in the base then we must take them all down." Pordell replied. "That is our plan sir." the oldest officer said. During the time of the attack Korzim was hiding behind one of the secret rooms of the base. He took a deep breath as he activated his blaster. He slowly walked forward and shot Urkiana in the head. Urkiana fell to the ground and died. "NOOOOOO!" Porkos yelled. Nufioo pushed his arm to the right and shot Korzim in the chest, thus killing him once and for all. More Imperial Officers came out of their hiding places to take down the Trol. Golizaa shot down three officers as Aajnya shot down one. Porkos turned to his left and shot down two officers as Nufioo shot down three. The last three officers were shot down and killed by Golizaa in her anger. "We have to get out of here!" Porkos yelled. "No, the Empire must pay for Urkiana!" she yelled. Golizaa ran into the hallway with the intention to kill every single officer in the base. "She has gone mad." Aajnya said. "(Let's move the weapons while we can)." Nufioo said. Both Nufioo and Porkos grabbed the weapons supply and ran away as Aajnya watched for their back. Golizaa got into the top hallway and shot down five Imperial Officers. He jumped to the left and shot down a black R2 unit Astromech droid. She kicked the door open and shot down two Imperial Officers that were near the top room. Captain Pordell pointed a blaster at Golizaa. She turned to her left and glared at Pordell. "You are not like the other anti-Imperial activists I have dealt with today." Pordell said. "My best friend was killed thanks to you." Golizaa said in an enraged tone. "Ah, that will explain all the merciless killing you did before coming here. You know all of this could stop now and lives would be saved if you just surrendered. If you did that beforehand maybe your friend would be spared and your life will be much better but no. You had to go against the Empire." "You killed my mother, my brother, and now my best friend." Golizaa said. "I assume they were proud to be against the Empire like you are. Political unrest is not uncommon in the galaxy. Conflicts spew everywhere because two sides cannot agree on everything. Look at us now." Pordell said. Golizaa closed her eyes and fired her blaster at Pordell's chest. Zony Pordell fell on his knees, then onto the ground knowing he was seconds close to death. "You bested me. Now Cholganna is going to fall into chaos. Your life is going to be much, much harder now." Pordell said. Two seconds later Pordell breathed his final breath and died. Golizaa ran away and dropped her blaster knowing the Empire lost control of a planet.

[mimudraeg]

Star Wars OC busts ^^

Finally got these idiots rendered after they’ve lived rent-free in my head for months.

From left-to-right, brief explanations on all of them:

Darth Sable is the apprentice of Sith lord who saved her from Clone Troopers during the rise of the Empire. She was raised alongside his dark acolytes, chosen to become his true apprentice due to her innate power (Which alienated her from the other acolytes growing up, since they all pretty much saw her as ‘dad’s favorite’) After years of training, she finally received her name, and was sent out to complete missions for her master under the New Republic’s nose; during which she meets the other three.

Deliaz Ryeman was a lonely waiter at a cantina on Cholganna staffed almost entirely by droids. Being the only inefficient meatbag working there, he made very little money. When he saw an opportunity to tag along with Sable during one of her missions, he took it once he realized how much better mercenary work paid. Living on Cholganna (basically space Australia) meant he’s moderately skilled with a blaster.

Micah Saxon was an Imperial Super Commando. He served under his cousin Tiber Saxon during the Empire’s occupation of Mandalore. After the Night of a Thousand Tears, he abandoned the Empire and was left alone with nothing but the goal of reuniting with other Mandalorians. However, not a single Mando wanted anything to do with him, given his association with the Empire. It wouldn’t be until meeting Sable and the others that he finally found a place where he belongs.

Grace Vurah, like many Umbarans associated with the Separatist Alliance, was captured and put into slavery. (Even though Grace herself wasn’t alive during the Clone Wars) The Empire desired the advanced technology of Umbara, and used slaves like Grace to try and learn to use it. However the efforts were found fruitless, and Grace was passed from one Imperial base to another, serving as a laboratory assistant or Droid mechanic. She wouldn’t escape slavery until meeting Sable and the others.

[greenirish7]

Born in 32BBY CT-7035 was one of many clones to join the first Battle of Geonosis which began the Clone Wars. Having spent time with Clone Commandos he found time to give him a balance of commando training and the basic clone training. One of his closest friends who served as a Commando was gunned down and in his honor CT-7035 continued to use his DC-17m repeating blaster rifle in stead of the DC-15 blaster rifles. Eventually he develops a reputation for slipping through enemy lines and being able to fight in a non conventional way which eventually earned him the name Shade also known as the Shadow Trooper do to the color scheme of his armor later on during the war. He was eventually promoted to Commander of Clone Battalion 713 under the command of Jedi General Draco Jedite who seemed to be just as creative as himself. During a mission to Cholganna he had a near fatal encounter with a vicious Nexu who left two scars on the left side of his face luckily it didn’t cost him his eye, but the encounter lead him to develop a strong dislike of the creatures though he has slight respect for them as being hunters not unlike himself. He had relatively close ties within the 501st Legion and was greatly dismayed when Fives had been killed for supposedly having gone mad. Unfortunately when Order 66 was issued he personally killed Draco’s padwan, but thanks to Draco’s own personal digging he locates Shade’s inhibitor chip and removes it. Feeling especially regretful and wanting to make amends Shade’s helps Draco escape while he provides a distraction. His current whereabouts are unknown.

[greencrusader13]

All Were Innocent Once: Chapter 12 - The Job

This chapter is one in which Cirak’s...tendencies come a bit more out to play, and as such I tweaked the chapter a bit for my audience on FF.net compared to my audience on AO3, since the former has the fic at a rating of T while the other has an M rating. Please keep that in mind when clicking a link to follow. The chapter below is the T-version, so if you want the more risque version go to the story on AO3.

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13118981/12/All-Were-Innocent-Once

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17043032/chapters/66526336

Summary: having now been assisted by the bounty hunter Braden and his associate - a Mandalorian by the name of Dekon Arrun - Cirak listens to their proposition, one that might entail a payday unlike any he’s earned before.

“So let me get this straight,” Cirak said, watching the swirling ice cubes in his glass like racers around a track as he flicked his wrist. “You want our help tracking down an infamous criminal who - supposedly - has near unlimited resources, his own private army of paid mercenaries, and is known for being able to vanish without a trace the moment anyone shows up on his doorstep.” He leveled Braden with an inquisitive look as he downed the remainder of his alcohol. “Sounds easy enough. Why can’t you and the wonder-Mando do it?”

Cirak shot a glance towards the Mandalorian as he mentioned him, Braden’s answer fading into the background as he searched. He’d taken to a booth alone at the far side of the cantina, back turned to the ambience it so welcomingly provided. It felt like a small slice of Nar Shaddaa jam-packed into a desert hovel, unclean to the point of pungency and so loud he could barely hear either of his companions when they spoke, not that he paid them much attention anyways. Mere feet away from their table a green-skinned twi’lek woman made her way around center-stage as violet light illuminated her aggressively-sensuous movements. On occasion she’d shed another article of what little clothing she already wore, eliciting a whoop or holler from the patrons, Cirak himself included.

The dancer drew closer, and for the briefest of moments they locked eyes.  “You come here often?” she asked in Huttese, her voice barely audible over the din of the music.

“Not often enough,” he responded in kind. “Maybe I should start, if the desert really holds such beauty.” Cirak flashed a rakish smile and raised his glass to her.

She winked, and then returned to her dance.

Grinning, Cirak turned his gaze back to Dekon, who had now taken apart his blaster on the table, either oblivious or - worse - disinterested by the life around them. Stupid Mando doesn’t know how to have fun, Cirak thought, watching the dancer’s body move around the shimmering pole.

Taelros snapped his fingers in front of Cirak’s face, breaking him from the trance. “Kid, when you ask for clarification, don’t let your ears wander with your eyes. These gals aren’t anything you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the galaxy, and with the right job you could buy yourself a hundred dances. Now pay attention: there’s credits to be earned.”

“It’s alright Tael,” Braden said, raising a calming hand. “We’ve all been young before. Although-” he leveled a stern look at Cirak- “Bounty hunters who let themselves think with anything other than their heads tend to not last very long in the business. Keep that in mind.”

“Braden, you have no idea how often this kid thinks with just his blaster, if you follow my understanding. A few years back on Onderon-”

“Stars not this again.”

Taelros took a drink and waved Cirak off. “It’s a fun story, but we shouldn’t get sidetracked any longer. Not when there’s credits to be earned. To save Braden the time of recapping, in short, Cirak, too many hostiles for a two man job, too closely guarded for something requiring precision. And we have more resources than them, what with Meruna and Deim making up for what they lack in specialized roles. We’ll hit hard and hit fast before he can flee and vanish again.”

“Rell Syrn rarely ever sticks around for very long in one place for very long,” Braden continued, “He tends to avoid drawing attention to himself. Keeps away from personally conducting business on overly-populated planets like Coruscant or Nar Shaddaa and sends agents whenever he can. Has a pleasure yacht that nobody ever boards and that he very rarely ever leaves, which he keeps floating around various moons around the galaxy for short spans of time. Never the same one twice. Has a hobby for trophy hunting large game, which is when we’re gonna hit him.” He reached into his pocket and produced a holomap, which he displayed on the table. “He’ll be heading to Cholganna next.”

Cirak leaned in closer, studying the forest planet. “So...what, he’s gonna hunt Nexu? Hardly a unique hobby.”

Braden shook his head. “Cholganna has an indigineous population that’s not yet achieved spaceflight. Separate tribes and whatnot. Hardly capable of resisting blasterfire or more advanced toys.” He pursed his lips, allowing his expression to tell the rest.

“Ah. So he’s scum.”

“Pretty much, but that’s not why we’re getting paid to take him down,” Taelros said. 

“Last week some corsairs under his employ struck an Imperial stealth cruiser. Usual raid and whatnot, except they found something on there that the Imps want back. Badly. Some sort of information they were carrying really wasn’t supposed to fall into anyone else’s hands. And he recognizes it too; supposedly he killed all the corsairs who were on the raid just to keep it from leaking out. They don’t want him alive. Dead only, six million credits.”

Cirak’s eyes bulged at the bounty value, and he gagged on his drink. He wiped the spillage from his lips with the back of his hand. “I’m kriffing sorry, how much?”

“Six million, kid. Split six ways is a million for each of us.” Taelros smirked. “Now aren’t you glad you’re listening to me and not oogling some dancer?”

“Don’t blame me for knowing how to spend a good time, unlike Mando-boy over there.” Cirak pointed back at the Mandalorian’s booth with his thumb.

Braden’s gaze drifted over to where Dekon sat. “You ever heard of the Great Hunt, Kiht?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“It started out as a Mandalorian tradition out on Dxun, but has since opened up to any interested bounty hunters in the galaxy. You’re given the hardest contracts, the most dangerous of the dangerous, and have to hunt them down. At the end a Grand Champion is determined the winner. Rumor has it that Mandalore is considering holding another one soon.” Braden pointed at Dekon, who was just finishing loading a blaster pistol. “That man right there is the next Grand Champion, I guarantee it.”

Cirak shrugged, grimacing. “He doesn’t seem like all that to me.”

“He has hunter’s instincts like nothing I’ve ever seen. Brains just as much as brawn. I’d bet credits on him to take down a rancor with just his fists if the wager came up.”

“Then why doesn’t he just do this himself?”

Braden took a drink. “Like I said, this job has accentuated circumstances.”

“You sure it isn’t a trap? This job I mean. If the Imps want this data so badly, and it’s this valuable, what’s stopping them from just offing us once it’s done?”

Taelros shrugged. “We can burn that bridge when we get to it. Meanwhile, if we get this done right, and if we don’t get double-crossed, we’ll have good friends in the Galactic Empire, plus some cash for spending.”

Cash for spending felt almost like an insulting understatement. During all his years since joining Taelros’ crew, he’d never been a part of a job that held such a vast reward. Most of their contractors were petty crime lords wanting a rival dealt with, or some local government putting a warrant out on someone too dangerous for their own people to handle. On a rare occasion they’d get a contract from a Hutt, but those situations were far and few between. Even then, most of their earnings just went right back to The Reaper’s Prophet for upkeep, or towards their own resupplying for future jobs. By the time things were said and done, he had little money of his own for spending. When he did…

Cirak nodded towards Taelros. “Was the contact at the spaceport, the one for Woth?”

“Yeah, he was, and I’ve forwarded your credits to your account. Already did the deductions for you this time. Go do your thing.”

“What’s this?” asked Braden.

“It’s nothing. Not worth-”

Before he could finish speaking, cheers erupted from across the cantina again. He looked up in time to see the dancer twirl one final time in a rush of silver and scarlet cloth. She bowed, and then strode confidently back behind a curtain on the stage’s end.

Cirak smirked. “I’ll be outside. As wonderful as the sights are in here, I think I might get too distracted when the next one hits the stage.”

“You do that kid,” Taelros said, rising to his feet simultaneously with Cirak. “Braden and I will finish loading up the ship, get her spaceworthy by tomorrow. Might even try to pick up a few more bounties while we’re here.” He shoved a stern-yet-playful finger into Cirak’s chest. “Have your fun, but make sure you’re aboard before we take off. I don’t want a repeat of Chandrila.”

“For the record Tael, you’re the one who took off without checking if I was on board.” Cirak yelled back as he turned, waving a playful farewell as he moved across the cantina. “And it was worth it! You wouldn’t have wanted that noise on the ship!” From the corner of his eye he saw the Mando turn towards the noise, his unseen eyes watching Cirak from beneath the helmet. He could only imagine the glare the armored mercenary was shooting at him. Cirak felt his own mood sour at the sight, even amid the music and lights. He pressed on.

Once outside, Cirak stopped and looked around. Mos Ila had grown quieter as dusk approached. Earlier the streets had been filled with an eclectic mix of all the strange species the galaxy had to offer, bartering and browsing and aimlessly wandering about. Most had returned to their homes; only a small collection of three Jawas remained visible on the block, poking away at some dysfunctional droid they would later take and scrap for parts; it sat there lethargically, seemingly oblivious to its inevitable fate. 

Off in the distance a binary sunset colored the sky in hues of orange and violet. It had a sort of contemplative calm to it. Such natural beauty was uncommon on typical adventures, and for a moment it took Cirak by surprise. He could only stare in silence, watching enraptured as they inched closer to the horizon line. Something stirred in his chest, a longing he hadn’t felt for several years

Cirak shook his head and returned to his task, removing his personal holopad from his pack and logging onto the holonet. The banner at the top of the familiar website read “Coruscant Horizons Mutual: Your #1 provider for all your banking needs” in thick black lettering, the skyline of the planet clear in the background. A mixed family stood in the foreground, the human mother holding up her daughter while a Mirialan father stood beside them with his hand on his wife’s shoulder. Typical image crap, meant to deceive the average person into unearned trust, true of any bank. In reality any banker would set fire to that little family if it meant turning more of a profit. He may be the one killing people for money, but at least he was honest about it.

Sure enough, just as Taelros had said, the earnings from their most recent hunt had been transferred into his account, all eight thousand credits-worth. At least a thousand of that would go to armor maintenance, and another thousand for his blaster pack refills. He frowned, staring at his current balance of fourteen thousand credits, soon to be even less. The swoop bike he’d seen on the holonet had been twelve thousand. If he withheld his normal plans he could afford it, barely. The thought egged him on, the bike’s roar calling him like a siren’s song. 

He blocked it out with a sigh, and continued on with his usual routine. It would have to be some other time. Cirak tapped the link that read “transfer” and selected the alternate account with the new funds.

“Are you sure you would like to transfer four thousand credits to the account “Tyar’s Savings” Mr. Kiht?”

Cirak tapped “confirm” and leaned back. He wasn’t even sure if Jedi were allowed banking accounts, or if their life of monasticism prevented them from having any personal belongings. They already lead such a restricted life, one that Cirak himself couldn’t imagine living. Perhaps they’d brainwashed him into all of their tenets, maybe he didn’t even remember his own brother, but either way the money would be there for him when he came of age.

He glanced back down at the screen. “Would you like to include a message for this transaction?”

Cirak tensed, then leaned back over his holopad. “Hey kid, hope Jedi training is going well-”

He immediately backspaced. The message sounded dumb, especially for having no contact for the past several years.

“Brother, I hope this message finds you wel-”

Backspace.

“Tyar, I’m sorry I haven’t reached o-”

Backspace.

“Take this kriffing money.”

Backspace.

Cirak sighed, refreshed the page, and then declined to send a message. If Tyar wanted to make contact another time it would be his decision, not Cirak’s. The best he could hope for was that the kid would seek him out when the time came, and that both would still be alive for that reunion.

While his holopad remained open, Cirak decided to check his mail. There was already a confirmation regarding his transfer, complete with a hackneyed thank you message from the bank, which he promptly checked for deletion. He scrolled down, deleting as he went. Most of the messages were junk anyways: advertisements for various weaponry he could find at suppliers around the galaxy, new starfighter models worth checking out, possible clients reaching out to him not realizing that he wasn’t the one who handled the new jobs, etc. One message caught Cirak’s eye, though, from a Zeltron man he’d spent time with on Manaan. The message was flirtatious in nature, requesting that Cirak look him up again if he should even be on that side of the planet again. As sweet as it was that this paramour had taken the time to look him up, Cirak only remembered parts of that night, even if those parts were good and involved drinks and dancing. He deleted that piece of mail too.

Tucking his holopad away, Cirak made his way back to the cantina. A new dancer - some human woman with blonde hair and tanned skin - had taken the stage while a fresh series of beats accentuated her steps. Tael and Braden were both gone, their seats taken by a pair of faces Cirak had seen earlier at the bar who now had their holopads out, burning credits that flickered onto the stage and floated down around the dancer as they were spent. Some thugs pushed each other in front of the bar, attracting the attention of a weequay bouncer, whose approach turned them docile once more and retreated back to their seats.

And still the Mandalorian sat in his corner booth with his back to the action, the contents of his own pack strewn out on the table.

Cirak took a seat across from him, waving down a waitress as he did. The Mandalorian didn’t even bother to look up from his assortment of junk, instead continuing to wipe at his rifle with unwavering devotion. There were at least five blaster rifle packs on the table, along with three hunting vibroblades, a thermal detonator, and various blaster parts.

“You know, in most cantinas you can get thrown out for this kind of weaponry being out in the open,” Cirak said. The Mandalorian said nothing in response, not even so much as an acknowledging grunt. “Come on, you can do maintenance when you’re on the ship. You’re missing out on the fun right now.”

The Mandalorian looked up for a moment, then turned his head back towards the dancer. “Not my idea of fun.”

“Of course it isn’t. You Mandos don’t have a concept of fun.”

“I’m focused on what’s ahead of me. The hunt. The fact that I’m focusing on that instead of skirt-chasing is what’s going to keep me around much longer than you.” He slammed a pack into his rifle and then set it on the table.

Cirak rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Doesn’t matter how much focus you have when things can go kriffing sideways on any given job. Might as well enjoy life while you’re living it, or else when will you?”

The Mandalorian shook his head. “Mir’osik. Short-sighted.”

“I don’t speak Mando’a, so don’t bother.”

“That you don’t speak it is the point.”

“Look,” Cirak said, leaning over the table, “I’m not any happier about working with you on this than you are, but it looks like we’re going to be stuck together for awhile, so can you cool it before I feel like putting a blaster bolt through your skull? After this job’s done we can go our separate ways, forget the other exists, and maybe, if we’re lucky, we can wind up shooting at each other on some later job when we’re on opposite sides. Okay?”

The crimson helmet twitched, and Cirak could feel the heat of the Mandalorian’s glare from underneath it. “Let’s not forget that you insulted me first when you insulted my people,” his voice crackled.

“And your people massacred mine generations ago.”

“You see history only through the lens supplied by the Republic and the remnants of your species. That you are descended from people who survived mine should fill you with pride. It speaks that you have a survivor’s soul.”

Cirak opened his mouth to speak, but found himself without words. While he found the words themselves insensitive, there was resembling complete sincerity in Dekon’s words. Without the genocidal context, it bordered on being a compliment, however harsh the tone might’ve been.

He shook his head. “Look, I didn’t want to spend my evening arguing with a warmonger. I-”

Sounds of conflict drew his attention away from his soon-to-be associate and towards the bar. The previous dancer - now clad in a more modest lounge robe - stood across from a group of three armored humans, her arms folded with a drink in hand. From the appearance of their scrappier designs and cavalcade of scars across their face, it was clear that these three were outlaws of some kind, or at least individuals as used to braving the dangers of the galaxy as Cirak was himself. Their leader wore a coy expression as he spoke to the dancer, though there was no amusement in her face, but rather one of annoyance-bordering-contempt. One partner kept a stern eye on the bouncer and a hand on his blaster, while the other seemed equally amused as the ringleader.

“I’ll be back,” Cirak said, rising.

Their words became clearer as Cirak approached. “For the last time that’s not the kind of work I do,” the dancer said, still speaking Huttese.

“Come on baby, just think of it like a different kind of pole, different kind of dance,” the man said, albeit in Basic. “Don’t be such a tease. I’ve been throwing credits at you all night. Isn’t that a good enough deed for some time with you?”

“I said no. I dance, that’s it, and I don’t spend time with people just because they think their credits mean something. Go away and let me enjoy my break in peace.”

He lunged for her wrist. “Aw you don’t have to-”

His sentence ended prematurely as the contents of the dancer’s drink found his face. “Don’t touch me!” she seethed, backing away.

The bouncer started forward, causing the one minion to start for his blaster. Cirak found his own first - his father’s holdout - unholstering it and shooting the thug’s right out of his hand. All eyes in the cantina turned towards him, the atmosphere now tense from the sound of blaster fire. Despite the blasting beats from the speakers around him, the cantina felt dead quiet.

Meanwhile the bouncer searched himself for a blaster wound with apparent wonder that he hadn’t just been shot.

“Now that I have your attention,” Cirak said, “I think you owe this lady an apology. She’s been working hard all night up on that stage, so when she says for you to leave her alone, you do what she says.” He leveled the blaster at the leader as he stepped between them and the dancer, lining the sights right up with the man’s eyes.

The leader looked to his crew, then back to Cirak with a cocked eyebrow. “Do you have any idea who it is you’re talking to? We’re the-”

“Yeah yeah, some idiots who’re feared around these parts. Take what you want, want what you take. Heard it before. Shot them too.”

“We have you three-to-one.”

Cirak glanced between the three men. “I like those odds,” he growled, “I’ll have you all dropped before your buddy there pulls out that other blaster from the back of his pants.”

The group’s leader scoffed and looked back at his men as though this were the most ludicrous thing they’d encountered together. They chuckled along with him and shrugged. Then, at once, they drew. 

It all happened in seconds. Cirak brought his blaster down hard on the leader’s nose, shattering it. The man crumpled with a pained grunt, dropping his own weapon in the process, and as he fell Cirak turned his attention to the pair behind him. They couldn’t react fast enough to their leader falling out of the way of their aim, and it took them a moment too long to readjust. Cirak’s first shot found the leftmost one right square in the forehead. He made no sound as he fell, dead instantaneously. 

Just as he was taking aim on the third the man another shot rang out, striking the thug in the chest, the force of which sent him careening over the bar counter. Cirak turned. There, still in the booth, sat Dekon of Clan Arrun, still looking through the scope of his blaster rifle. Without a word or even a gesture he set the rifle back down on the table and began cleaning it once more.

The rush of gratitude faded quickly, however, as Cirak turned his attention to the groaning man at his feet. Blood streaked down the thug’s nose and mouth as he looked up with hatred and fear in his eyes. “My men! You shot my men!”

“Career hazard. They should’ve known better.”

“You kriffing alien!”

“You really should know better than to insult a man who’s got a blaster aimed at your brain,” Cirak said. He pulled out his holopad and opened it to the Bounty Hunters’ Guild database. “What’s your name there handsome?”

“I ain’t telling you nothing.”

Cirak pushed his blaster to the man’s forehead. “I can just shoot you now if you’d prefer.”

The man was silent for a few moments longer. “Antelv. Antelv Langot.”

He entered the name into the database and scanned Antelv’s face. Several long seconds passed as it searched for anyone in the trillions of the galactic population who may have angered someone enough to place a bounty on their head, and which planets they were known for frequenting. 

No results.

“Well Antelv, seems no one has any strong preference for whether or not you live or die in this unforgiving existence, so I’m gonna let the lady decide.” Cirak looked over to the dancer. “What do you say,” he asked in Huttese, “Lives, or dies?”

“I’m sorry,” Antelv croaked, sending bloody spittle across the cantina floor. “I’m sorry!”

The dancer gave a cursory glance over the pathetic man bleeding in front of her, then nodded to Cirak. “Let him live with the humiliation you’ve shown him.”

Cirak shrugged. “Well, her decision’s final.” Just as a weary smile crept onto Antelv’s face, Cirak brought his blaster down once more on his skull, knocking him out cold. His unconscious form sprawled out onto the floor, and around them people began turning their heads away from the scene. Music took their focus once more, and life returned to the cantina. The bouncer approached, threw Antelv over his shoulder, and then vanished outside.

The dancer took a seat at the bar, draping one of her green lekku over her shoulder. “Thanks for the help,” she said, “Not often we see patrons here who are brave and handsome.”

“Not a problem.” Cirak twirled his blaster, holstering it. “Ordinarily I’d ask if I could take the seat next to you, but given the circumstances…” He glanced down to the bloody puddle by his feet.

“His problem was thinking that credits could control me,” she said, “I dance because it’s fun and I choose who I spend time with because I want to, not because I’m paid.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides he was quite rude, and you’re quite cute. So by all means, take a seat.”

Cirak smirked, taking the stool next to her while looking her over. “Seems he spilled your drink. How about I buy you a new one? The name’s Cirak, Cirak Kiht, and I’d love to get your name too.”

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

Nexu were fast and smart predators originally from Cholganna but found across the galaxy. They had razor sharp claws and teeth, and a split tail to help with balance. Nexu could see in the infrared light spectrum due to their multiple eyes.

Source: The Card Game - Scrap Metal (2016)

First Appearance: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002)

[sillyromantic4ever]

Chapter V: “Battle of Wills, Part I” from My Weapon, My Religion

Take a look at Talia’s famous holoprojector, an Imagecaster.

And here is the deadly Nexu from Cholganna.

Read at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21761326/chapters/52946575#workskin

[clonewarstrash]

We're on the Good Side of Bad Karma

Star Wars fic taking place sometime during the Clone Wars.

Characters: Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi

Pairing: Obikin, Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Anakin and Obi-Wan have a mission go wrong before it even starts. They find they don't mind so much in the end.

Based on: this tumblr post

Originally posted on AO3

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Information had reached the Order of a possible separatist facility on Dathomir. Obi-Wan and Anakin would sneak onto the planet and look around to see if the report was accurate and send word back to either pick them up or send a landing party to storm the facility. They’d done these missions dozens of times in the past year of the war and usually the information amounted to nothing, but they always had to check.

This time, of course, their hyperdrive had to malfunction on the way to Dathomir and stop them in the orbit of Cholganna forcing an emergency landing on the forest planet so Anakin could have a chance to fix it. In the rain. Because of course it’s raining. And of course his former Master couldn’t stay in the shuttle while Anakin worked. No, far be it for one of them to stay dry and comfortable. Obi-Wan has to get out and see if he can help or if they need to send a distress signal to the Order or over GAR channels.

That takes us to now, in the rain, hoping not to get found by a rabid pack of nexus while Anakin tried to work some engineering magic, with Obi-Wan Kenobi soaked through his robes and insisting on standing in Anakin’s line of sight while he ostensibly keeps watch, but truly serving to tear at Anakin’s last nerve. Force damn it! Look at how those robes cling to him. Small gods, why? Oh karking hells, he’s looking at me!

“Anakin? Is everything all right? Do I need to send out a distress signal after all?” Obi-Wan asked while looking at Anakin with concern. 

Kriffing why? Why does the water have to drip from his kriffing pretty eyelashes and gather in the corners of his kriffing beautiful mouth? Oh Force, he asked me something. Say something you bantha hearder! “I WANT TO FUCK!” Karking damn it, say anything but that!

“Come again?” asked Obi-Wan in surprise. There’s surely no way he heard his former padawan correctly.

Force take me his eyes are gorgeous. Kark it! Anakin put down his tools and approached Obi-Wan with a look in his eyes Obi-Wan couldn’t possibly mistake. 

“Anak-“ Obi-Wan was cut off by a mouth landing on his. Anakin’s hands grabbed Obi-Wan’s hips and pulled them flush together while he plundered the older Jedi’s mouth. Obi-Wan was at first shocked into inaction, but against his better judgment he let out a small moan and began responding in kind; tilting his head to give Anakin better access. This continued until the need for oxygen forced them apart.

Gasping into the ginger haired man’s mouth, Anakin spoke “I want you. I love you. And I can’t wait anymore to have you.”

Obi-Wan, mouth red and swollen, looked up at Anakin and didn’t have the strength to deny what they both wanted. “I suppose we should get back on the ship, then. It wouldn’t do to be caught by a pack of nexus with our pants down.”

Anakin grinned in joy and relief, taking Obi-Wan by the hand and dragging him back inside.

[gurlpilot]

anonymous said:  Mom I love you- idk Rey probably

YES! sith C A N love yes yes. sh’lari (and by extension rey in this au) are NOT banite sith. this means that they don’t follow the teachings and philosphies of darth bane. this includes the rule of two. now. why would sh’lari reject what had been sith code for a good number of years? because the original darth valkyrja, who taught sh’lari after dooku abandoned her on cholganna and really is the only one that sh’lari considers her master is an old republic style sith. vreya was a fallen jedi during the mandalorian wars and followed revan off the battlefield because she hated being a soldier and hated what was happening to the order that she grew up in. 

so yeah, sh’lari loves big time and it’s actually what makes her stronger than banites