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clevermird · 2 years ago

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Title: The Road to Coruscant

Prompt: Allies @shortfictionweeklychallenge

Rating: Teen

Characters: Feyte Saien (female Jedi Consular), Mallena Dayne, (female Republic Trooper), Eyrie Lancaster (female Jedi Knight), Jessasi Silver (female Smuggler), Aric Jorgan, Corso Riggs, T7-01, Qyzen Fess

Pairing(s): None

Four young women find themselves on a ship bound for Courscant. Each brings their own companion, their own mission, and their own past, but when the Sith Empire attacks their ship, they find themselves in an alliance, and their biggest problem isn't what they'll do when they reach their destination, but if they're going to reach it at all!

Now that Ironfist is dead, it's time to take the fight directly to the Imperials - and boy howdy, does Jessasi have thoughts about that!

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Jessasi stood up from behind the console she’d been using for cover and shoved her blasters into their holsters. Having a couple of Jedi on your side sure came in handy. Everyone had been so busy shooting at them that they hadn’t even noticed her.

She had to admit, though, Ironfist had been tough. Normally a couple blaster bolts to the chest stopped a guy in his tracks, but it hadn’t seemed to faze him. She wondered what his armor was made of. Maybe she should get herself some of it.

Corso came over to her, hand over one ear. “Those missiles sure are loud, aren’t they, Captain?”

She grinned. “Not hurt, then?”

He shook his head, dreadlocks swinging. “Are you?”

“Not a scratch. Come on, they’re starting without us.”

The rest of the group had clustered around First Officer Hakin, who was busy thanking them profusely for saving him. The Mirialan Jedi, who Jessasi had come to think of as “the nice one”, smiled. “Don’t mention it.” The other Jedi, the serious one, looked uncomfortable.

Ambassador Asara reappeared, leading Commander Narlok. “We’re not safe yet, though. The Imperials still have us in our tractor beam. We can’t go anywhere until it’s disabled.”

“Short of destroying their ship, the only way to ensure that a tractor beam is disabled is to shut it down from the source,” said Lieutenant Dayne. Jessasi thought she looked a bit young to be an officer, probably early twenties. By human standards, she was probably pretty plain, although not necessarily ugly: about average height, but mostly arms and legs, with washed-out blue eyes and oddly dark eyebrows, one of which was broken by a scar that started at her hairline and ended just below her cheekbone. The only thing that she really had going for her was her hair, which was thick and honey colored and probably real long if she wore it down.

Hakin shook his head. “We can’t destroy their ship. They’d blow us up the moment we started firing. I hate to ask after all you’ve done, but – “

“We’ll do it,” said the serious Jedi.

“Woah, woah, woah, who’s ‘we’?” Jessasi cut in. She was not about to march onto an Imperial ship.

“Myself, T7, and I believe that Feyte and Qyzen will come too. You’re not obligated to join us.”

Jessasi crossed her arms. She certainly hoped not.

Lieutenant Dayne exchanged glances with her Cathar buddy. “We’re going too.”

Corso was looking at her expectantly. Great, now I feel guilty. “It’s not like I’m saying I won’t go! I just didn’t want you volunteering me for something that’ll probably get us all killed. But nope, I’m perfectly fine with coming. Don’t mind me.”

The serious Jedi turned back to Commander Narlok. “How soon can your team be ready?”

“I’ll assemble them right away.”

“Why don’t you take the ambassador with you?” said Hakin. “I’m sure she knows a great deal about the interior of Imperial ships.”

Asara nodded. “I can show you where you need to go.”

“Why don’t you put on a spare uniform, first?” said Narlok. “We don’t want the Imps to recognize you.”

The pair left. Hakin watched them go, then turned back to their group. “Thank you so much for doing this. I don’t know if anyone else on board would have a chance.”

Glancing around, he dropped his voice to just above a whisper. “I heard what Asara tried to make you do back there. Thank you for standing up to her.”

“She panicked,” said the nice Jedi. “I’m sure she didn’t truly want to bring harm to your men.”

“Regardless, I think we all know what has to be done.”

“Then why don’t you just say it?” Jessasi did not like where this conversation was heading.

“Look, the only way to get the Imperials to leave us alone is to give them what they want. So I want you to leave the ambassador behind on the Imperial ship.”

She felt her mouth drop open. “What?!”

“They won’t stop chasing us until they have her and I have to think about everyone else on this ship. We both know she deserves it.”

“Whatever you think about what she did, we still can’t abandon her to the Empire,” said the nice Jedi. “That would be just as great a wrong as sacrificing the engineers.”

“And beyond that, it doesn’t make tactical sense!” burst out Lieutenant Dayne, maybe a bit louder than she should have. “Do you know how many Republic secrets ambassadors like her know? Are you willing to bet the entire war on hoping she can resist an interrogation when she knows her own people sold her out?”

Hakin glared at her. “All I’m asking is for you to think about it.”

“We will,” said Jessasi. “While we’re headed to the airlock to space it.” She’d known there was a reason she hadn’t liked him. Turning on her heel, she walked toward the elevator. Hopefully someone else was going to follow her, because she had no idea where the hanger they were supposed to be going to was and it would look pretty stupid if she had to go back to ask for directions.

Fortunately, the rest of the group was just behind her and the Cathar put in the elevator directions. They raced downward and came out into a hanger bay with a shuttle in the center. A dozen troopers met them and Jessasi and Corso found seats in the front, squeezed in between two of the soldiers.

As the shuttle took off, Commander Narlok started to outline his plan. Jessasi started to tune him out at some point, but she gathered that they were going to split into two groups. One would go to disable the tractor beam, while the other would create a diversion somewhere else on the ship. She was going with the first group and that was all she needed to know.

Leaning back in her seat, she wondered what it would have been like if she had joined the army when she had graduated instead of getting into smuggling. Her parents would probably have reacted a little better, and she wouldn’t have had to deal with that schutta Skavik, either. But it sure wouldn’t have been as much fun.

The shuttle slid into the hanger bay just ahead of the bay doors shutting. Commander Narlok immediately started shouting orders to his men. No, Jessasi decided. Smuggling is definitely more fun.

As they jogged toward the door to the rest of the ship, it burst open and Imperial troops spilled into the hanger. Pulling out her guns, Jessasi fired and three of them fell. She kept running and Narlok’s soldiers took care of the rest of them.

Serious Jedi signaled and Jessasi and Corso peeled of from the main group with the rest of the team headed for the tractor beam. The Imps seemed to be ignoring them, and she didn’t blame them. Narlok’s group was making a huge ruckus, shouting and tossing grenades in addition to mowing down everyone who came their way.

Following Asara’s map, they boarded an elevator, which plunged downward fast enough to overwhelm the inertial compensators and tug at Jessasi’s stomach. It lurched to a stop and spilled them into a dark, gloomy room lined with banks of consoles. Does the Empire not believe in lighting or something?

The room was full of people, but most of them looked like techs and the few who had blasters barely seemed to know how to fire them. It didn’t take long to kill the ones who wouldn’t back down and herd the rest into a corner, where Lieutenant Dayne and the Cathar stood guard over them. Everyone else climbed the ramp to the largest console.

The little astromech droid extended some sort of probe and shoved it into a data port and after a moment, it started making a series of beeps and whirring noises. “What the hell is he saying?” said Jessasi.

Serious Jedi turned in her direction. “He’s shut down as much of the tractor beam as he can from here, but we’ll have to do the rest at the site itself.”

For someone who apparently doesn’t have any eyes, it sure does look like she’s looking directly at you. Something flashed in the corner of Jessasi’s vision and she turned around. “Oh, look, it’s the Imperial guy from before! The ugly one.”

He ignored her. “It’s really rather impressive that you’ve made it this far, but I’m here to tell you that it won’t last. I’m sending my best troops to your location, with orders to spare your lives if you surrender. I recommend you take them up on the offer.”

Serious Jedi looked like she wanted to say something, but Jessasi beat her to it. “Recommend whatever you want, we’re not surrendering!”

“Very well, then. I suppose I’ll have to destroy you. Too bad, really, I was looking forward to talking to you.” The hologram disappeared.

“Oh dear, whatever shall he do?” muttered Jessasi and had the satisfaction of hearing Corso chuckle.

“Let’s go!” shouted Serious Jedi, already halfway down the ramp.

“What about them, m’am?” said the Cathar from the corner.

“Does your gun have a stun setting?”

“Mine does,” the Lieutenant said.

“Use it.” Serious Jedi took off, moving surprisingly quickly for someone of her unimpressive height. Everyone else followed her and Jessasi heard shots behind them. A few minutes later, the two troopers caught up.

Whatever Hakin’s motivations for sending Asara with them, she was certainly useful. Jessasi didn’t think they would have ever found the tractor beam chamber without the map she had given them. Finally, they emerged from a series of hallways and control rooms – does all this stuff even do anything? Jessasi found herself wondering – and saw the tractor beam.

It was pretty impressive: a platform with some sort of glowing beam thing in the center and a console in front of it, all suspended over a giant pit. A stream of guards and droids raced toward them and died in a flurry of blaster bolts and lightsaber beams.

Jessasi looked up from finishing off a boxy droid that had clumsily tried to take a swing at one of her lekku to see a massive tank-style droid standing in front of the console. “That’s a really big droid,” she muttered.

“And it’s in our way,” the Lieutenant said. “Let’s destroy it.”

“On my signal,” Serious Jedi said softly. “One, two, three.” She leapt to the droid, which tracked her progress with blaster fire. Landing in front of it, she sliced off one of its legs as the rest of the group opened fire or charged into the fight.

Jessasi dove behind a box and started firing. Man, this thing is even tougher than Ironfist. It let out some kind of pulse and the people near it fell backwards. Already near the edge, Serious Jedi lost her balance and toppled off the side of the platform. Nice Jedi shouted in alarm and ran to her.

Ducking behind her cover again, Jessasi took a deep breath and considered. She didn’t want to waste any more time here. More Imps would probably be showing up soon. The droid didn’t even really matter, as long as the console was off. The console. . .

“Corso, come with me!” she shouted, sprinting away from the fight.

“What is it?” he said as he caught up with her.

“Just follow me.”

“We’re not running away, are we, Captain?”

“’course not. We’re winning.”

Like she had suspected, there was another access to the platform on the opposite side of the room. They slipped up it and crawled to the control panel. “Are you sure this is going to work?” said Corso.

Jessasi shushed him. The back of the console was easy enough to pull off, but there she got stuck. What was all this stuff for? And which one had enough juice to get the job done? Well, she’d just have to go with it.

She tugged on a red-insulated wire. When it came loose, she handed it gingerly to Corso. “See if you can short out the droid’s circuits with this,” she said, trying to be heard over the sounds of battle.

He jumped up and dragged the wire over to the droid. It took a few minutes of jerking and dancing to get close enough, but finally, he managed to touch the bare end of the wire to its plating.

Nothing happened.

“Firfek,” Jessasi muttered under her breath. “Try this one!” Maybe the white-insulated wire has more power?

Again, no reaction. “It’s still not working! Captain, are you sure you should – “

“Try this one!” This had to work, it just had to. The droid had noticed her, it was turning, rotating its turrets. In desperation, she flung the latest wire at Corso. The droid paused, then crumpled slightly as blue lightning arced over it, frying its circuits. The light faded from its photoreceptors and it made a sort of weak grinding sound.

Jessasi jumped up, high-fiving Corso. “We did it!” she shouted.

#swtor fanfiction #swtor #swtor smuggler #mird's writing

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aduro-gayming · 5 years ago

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i’m sorry but Corso getting upset abt being “tricked” into smuggling spice is a little funny bc like. what do you think the Captain’s job is. what do you think you’re helping them with Corso. what do you think

#adu plays swtor #swtor #smuggler #corso riggs #cw drug mention #you work for a smuggler.....what are u upset abt.................#also that dude was so obviously talking abt spice??#not the brightest bulb but we been knew #adu barks

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synoxshots · 4 years ago

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Watch me

Fill 10 of fictober!

Prompt number: 12

Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic (SWTOR)

Rating: G

Warnings/Tags: No warnings, just lots of swoop racing.

Summary: Qiren is a typical Corellian, a lover of speed, racing, and telling everyone all about it. So when the All Worlds Ultimate Swoop Rally takes over the holonet, naturally she has to go and get involved.

Qiren normally left the holonet on in the background on her ship. It was a habit more than ever being her focus – sitting down and watching it was something serious people did, after all – but she needed some way to keep abreast of the state of the galaxy. She didn't need to watch it avidly, but this way she could just pick up on the important bits – specifically, the exciting parts – and the rest would just naturally absorb itself.

Today though, it was certainly holding her attention. And that was mostly down to the two words being repeated by a very enthusiastic droid.

“SWOOP BIKES!”

Now that was a way to get her to listen. She was Corellian, after all. A lover of speed, racing, and telling everyone about it. It had been years since she'd gotten on a swoop bike, but she suspected it was one of those things that once you learned, you never forgot.

And if it turned out otherwise, well, she was a fast learner.

Before she knew it she was racing back to the other end of the ship, plugging Dantooine's co-ordinates into the navicomputer.

“Uh, Captain? Where we headed?” Corso asked, popping his head around the doorway. Oh right, in the excitement she may have forgotten to tell him they were on the move again.

“Dantooine, you see that holo report?”

“Sure did...wait, so we're going there? Did we see the same report?”

“Swoop bikes! Come on, it'll be fun! And if not, there's plenty of farms, you'll be right at home,” she said with a wink.

Corso chuckled, “If you say so Captain, but don't think I won't remember that last part.”

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Dantooine was a quiet planet most of the time, filled with lush, rolling green fields of fertile land, the type that attracted many seeking out a simple life. And despite Corso's protestations whenever she called him farmboy, he did fit right in. That wasn't a bad thing, if anything it was good to see him in his element. So much of their time was spent chasing down the next money-making opportunity, getting caught up in shoot-outs, making the kind of increasingly daring escapes at which they both excelled; but here was a place where he could actually relax for once.

Of course, she was a city girl, and could barely cope without some constant source of noise in the background. The Swoop Rally had certainly brought that, and if anything felt all the louder given the natural peace and quiet of Dantooine.

The rally was a carnival, a celebration of speed and noise. Crowds whooped and cheered as bikes zoomed past them, fireworks lit up stands with blazes of colour. Music thumped throughout the route, broken by gasps and shouts of spectators and one highly excitable commentator. The pits were a hive of activity, decked out with the coloured flags of the teams and packed with people milling about. Enthusiastic fans, desperate to get the first look at the bikes and meet their heroes who rode them. Mechanics, tinkering away, making last minute adjustments to eke every bit of speed they could out of their bikes. The riders themselves, still competing against each other when not out on the track, revving their engines ever louder with menacing glares or strutting about, squaring up to their opponents. If Corso was in his element during their trip through the farms, Qiren had found hers here, barely waiting a minute to take it all in before running to an official and signing herself up for a test ride with one of the Rally's most daring crews.

The Pit Screamers were all about their tricks: big ramps, big jumps, and lots of showing off. Kindred spirits with their newest rider. A quick introduction to the team, a conversation filled with roaring laughter and bouncing hugs, and she was on a bike and heading for the starting line. With her leatheris jacket, driving gloves, and a pair of goggles to shield her eyes, she looked less like someone who had just turned up on the spot and more like someone who'd been racing for years.

“Whatcha think, Corso?” She shouted over the engines as she cruised past him, a wild gleeful grin on her face. “Get yourself a seat and watch me, but be quick – 'cause you know I'll be.”

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Qiren was a natural on the bike, much as she'd suspected. Some skills were hard to shake after all, even with a lack of practice. There were a few bumps in the road early on whilst she got used to the course and the bike, some of them literal, but that was all forgotten before long. When the cold wind hit her face in the way it only could by travelling at such speed, nothing else mattered. It was just her, the bike, the track, and the thrill of putting on a show. The roars of the crowd served to spur her on, to eke out every bit of hang time, to add every flash of flair.

That was a reaction you didn't get for tricks or fancy flying in a spaceship. There was none of the buzz from performing to a crowd there. Instead it was normally a stream of profanities from crewmembers who were never quite appreciative of the skill required to make an effective getaway.

She was still on a rush from the ride when she met Corso back at the pits, dashing off from her new-found friends and admirers to leap into his arms with enough force that he almost lost his balance.

“Wow Captain, that was great!”

“What did I say? Knew you'd love it! We'll make a swooper of you too yet, you'll see!”

Corso gave half a laugh as he shook his head. “Hey, I'm happy to leave that to you. I'll stick to ships for now. And I'm not sure I could compete with what I just saw, anyway.”

“Oh yeah, you definitely couldn't,” she teased. “Come on, let's go spend these hard-won earnings. Time to do what we do best, I'm sure there's some people round here needing our help.”

Corso's grin widened, the biggest it had been all day. Chase the thrills, sure, but this was what they were really all about.

#fictober20 #swtor #swtor fanfic #smuggler #corso riggs #all worlds ultimate swoop rally #qiren x corso #well i'm not sure if i was writing romantically or platonically but #there's a very close relationship there #corso is just a touch more reserved than her #qiren is my robin hood-type smuggler #this is basically 1000 self indulgent words about swoop racing with an oc i don't mention so much haha #my fic #oc: qiren alto

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the-empires-weapon · 6 years ago

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I AM SO UPSET. I’m just so upset. I saw @pawsimses talking about this in the Torian Cadera tag asking for clarity so I answered the call on my main account, but . . .

Oh god. Just...how is this so BAD???

I’m going to go ahead and post my comment here, because I am so upset, but I don’t even know if leaving this comment on the article is worth it:

I honestly wish I knew how to respond to reading this, but I don't. There are lots of things here that just simply wrong. None of the companions get pregnant, all the good romances are ignored, Holiday isn't even spelled right . . . the writing is at its best unclear and at its worst absolutely wrong. There are problems with the game, yes - but this is completely off-kilter.

Like, are the female romances worse than the male ones? Yeah, many would argue so. But much of this information isn't even correct, or lacks context. The whole section on Malavai Quinn, for example, completely ignores the fact that he IS interested in you, but ends up shutting you down for some time because he wants to keep it professional. When it IS brought up again, HE is the one that does so! Does it start out badly? Yes! That's why he asks you to back off! That's called making a mistake, not being an abuser right out the gate! (As a person who's suffered abuse I can tell you, that relationship is complicated and complex and unhealthy, but not completely worthy of the "abuse" term right out the gate. It heavily depends on player action. All of the romances do.)

Here's the thing: I'm all for a open discussion about sexism and misogyny in storytelling. It's my bread and butter. But what's being missed here is the simple explanation of facts. There are no sources! There are plenty of ways to look at the cutscenes in the game (for example: Youtube) but you've linked to nothing, so we have to take your word! You discuss some characters that are actually problematic, like Doc and Corso, but you don't go nearly far enough discussing the actual problems, while romances that *are* good, like Torian Cadera's, are outright ignored. It also completely ignores a male perspective - as somebody who plays male characters, I don't *want* to be flirting with every living option, but my basic responses are awful, too! And let's not mention that you've ignored three of the biggest romances in the game, those three being bisexual options. You have a whole section devoted to LGBT representation and don't use Lana, Koth, and Theron? I don't want to be too hard on the article - but there are very basic problems with this article that should've been corrected before it was published!

Listen: I get that this is a year old, and I honestly don't want to come across as a troll. But do a little more research, find some sources, and then go back and try giving this article a touch-up. There ARE good points that you can be making, but the ones you are, are completely off base. This article could be improved and be so good, but as it is I'm finding it really hard to take seriously.

Oh, and before you ask: I'm not cismale. I've studied feminism and written about it in the past, and I have a unique look into some of these issues being that I'm trans*. Even if I was cismale it wouldn't damage any of my points though. This is all basic information for writing articles, essays, and the like.

What do you guys think. And if any of you have that shiny-blasty-light thing, please...I need to not remember reading this.

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shabre-legacy · 4 years ago

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The first time Leikael and Corso met, she was a few days past 6 and he was 5. The Shabre’s had traveled a few villages over for a big market festival they were having. Nezva had a booth there where she repaired what equipment was brought in from local farms and made new connections while her children darted among the market stalls and animal pens and played with children from all the surrounding villages. the Riggs family came into town for the Ronto auctions. The parents were there to buy and sell. The kids got to play when they weren’t learning the ropes or helping out with moving Rontos. Along the way, Leikael and Corso ran into each other. Corso was a little shy, Leikael was loud, and her sisters and their new friends were loud and he wasn’t used to this kind of crowds. But leikael looks at him for a few minutes before she grabs his hand and drags him along into their games. They were inseparable after that.

The children played and had a good time, complaining, but going along when their parents took them home or to their rooms for the three days of the festival. The last day though, that went a little different. As things started shutting down, Nezva and the Riggs started gathering their children to go their separate ways. Mama Riggs made the mistake of mentioning the festival was over and everyone had to go back home. At which little Kael and Cor grabbed each other and Kael started screaming the minute any parent tried to separate them. Eventually, with promises of future visits and holocalls, they were able to get the kids apart and ready to leave, or so they thought. The parents turned their backs for only a moment and that was all it took. Cor grabbed Kaels hand and they took off running. It was only a couple seconds but by the time Nezva glanced back from rounding up Nat and Nya, they’re gone.

Within minutes most of the market is searching for them. Two missing kids is a big deal. But they have no luck, the search continues into the night and until the next day. The parents are worried sick, the siblings can’t stop crying because their sister/brother is lost and they’re scared. Cor and Kael though, they’re fine. There is still a few hours left until sunset and Cor knows the area. They run out of the village to a little meadow nearby where they play in a creek and fill their arms with flowers. Kael makes a big flower crown that she plops on Cor’s head with the biggest grin. Cor doesn’t know how to make flower crowns as good as Kael’s so he just sticks lots and lots of flowers in her braids. They aren’t aware of how much they are scaring everyone. They’re just little and don’t want to be separated yet and are having fun. Eventually it starts to get dark and Kael starts to get scared, but they don’t want to go back, Mama will make them go home and they won’t get to see each other anymore. So they don’t.

Instead the two of them find an old crumbling building on the edge of the village and in the last light, Kael helps Cor build a nest full of soft grasses and flowers and pretty rocks on broken boards that passed as shelves. Kael snatched a few pastries that were abandoned in the middle of loading as the baker joined the search for her. By this point the search had moved out of the village and into the surrounding area. The little ones ate and giggled as they curled together in their little fort, being mischievous brats who had no idea how scared the adults and their siblings had become. They were found early in the Morning just after dawn. Tyrenic got their first, still holding the new holocam that his sisters had gotten him for his birthday in a few days. The two of them were still curled together, just blinking awake, Cor still wearing his flower crown and Kael still had flowers all over her head stuck in her braids. Nic was very relieved to see them ok, and as his mom and the Riggs rushed over, he snapped a quick holopic of the two of them. Their parents were very upset and after reassuring themselves their babies were ok, they dragged them away, promising punishments for running off. They intended to let them meet again though they refused to tell the kids that after their stunt. That never happened though. And eventually the day faded from both their memories.

#lyra rambles #character details #leikael shabre #corso riggs #idk what i'm doing

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jarael · 4 years ago

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Captain Adira Chudo, the Voidhound

Adira Chudo was born on Ryloth in 3665 to Lin and Dinek Chudo. Dinek’s grandfather had developed a faster way of manufacturing weaponry and smaller walkers for the Republic, which had made him very rich, very quickly in his own youth. Unlike his grandfather, Dinek solely cared about making money, turning him into the kind of father who handed his daughter toys and asked her to leave him alone.

Adira, for her part, did love money; however, she loved making friends and adventure more. Once Dinek bought her a spaceship for her 16th birthday, Adira would spend entire weekends flying around wherever she could, often giving her mother small heart attacks. As an adult, Adira got into smuggling, though it was at least semi legitimate; spice was an absolute no-go.

When she was about 10 years old, Adira was shopping with Lin when they ran into a young Mirialan girl who had been separated from her own mother. Adira was able to make the other child laugh within a couple of minutes, and helped her find her mother. This girl, Lehusa Medora, became one of Adira’s best friends, and would later lead Havoc Squad in the Republic military as an adult. Furthermore, Lehusa casually mentioning that her mother, an employee of Dinek’s, was rather poor would force Dinek to pay his employees more, only to keep the rest of his family off his back.

Eventually, Adira’s adventures in smuggling led her to Ord Mantell, where she hoped she’d find new coworkers in Skavak and Corso Riggs. Only the farmboy proved loyal, as Skavak stole her ship, prompting a chase that led to Coruscant, where she was reunited with her beloved ship. Skavak is one of the few people that Adira genuinely hates, and one she was more than happy to shoot in the chest.

While Adira was loyal to the Republic, her busting her ass as a smuggler was both in the hopes of keeping Rogun the Butcher at bay, as well as proving herself capable to her father. Adira has ADHD, and as such, is highly excitable and energetic--on a good day. She is somewhat airheaded, but when given the chance, is quite intelligent and more importantly, kind. She will never turn away someone who needs help, or fail to make someone laugh.

Eventually, Adira’s crew grew to include Corso, Risha Drayen, Bowdaar, Akaavi Spar, and Guss Tuno. Towards the end of her conflict with the terrible Voidwolf, Adira realized that her relationship with Corso would result in another crewmate: she was pregnant with her first child. Teeubo Riggs was born shortly after the Battle of Ilum, and would take up smuggling as an adult himself.

A DNA test led Adira to find that she had family that she didn’t know of: a young Sith Lord named Aayes Chudo. When Dinek refused to acknowledge his bastard daughter and attempted to kill her, Adira shot him first. She later sold the company to a rival of his, a Duros named Chait Krue. She built a solid relationship with Aayes despite their opposing factions; Adira would be overjoyed once Aayes left the Empire for good.

Unfortunately, Adira’s relationship with Corso collapsed after the Makeb crisis, as he realized that his wife would never want to slow down until old age demanded it. They divorced shortly before the Dread War. In the interim between the Dread War and the Revanite crisis, Lehusa introduced Adira to SIS Agent Cassie Quax(who belongs to @abyss-wolf ). The two began a strong and happy relationship. Teeubo had joint custody with his parents, on top of having a second mother and a baby sister through adoption named Niika.

While Battlemaster D’leah was in carbonite, Adira and Cassie traveled the galaxy helping the little people, as well as helping slaves escape bondage. Adira’s ship would become a huge asset to the Alliance. Their biggest task so far is taking down the Brothers, a slavery cult in bed with the Empire.

#swtor #smuggler #Adira Chudo #Kavi legacy #world building #bio series

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alyssalenko · 5 years ago

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10 Questions

I have done this fairly recently here, and since I hate coming up with questions, I am just going to answer these and do a blanket tag: if you see this you are tagged XD.

@naromoreau asked me to answer these ten questions about myself.

1. What’s your fave viddygame? This is a tough question but I think I have to say Uncharted. Nate is a loveable doofus who gets himself into all kinds of situations, and his found father/family in Sully and relationship with Elena warms my shriveled heart. I have to use my brain for all the puzzles and it even makes me use the entire controller--all the buttons and rocking the thing back and forth when crossing logs/beams. There's action, humor, history, puzzles, love and family throughout and it is glorious.

2. Recommend a song? Whistle by Forever in Your Mind

3. What D&D class you’d be? Um...I don't play D&D. I made a character once but never got to use it. But I would be a non-human healer of some kind.

4. Dream job? Fashion Designer

5. Which videogame character you have the hots for? OMG so many. Nathan Drake, Victor Sullivan, Harry Flynn, Rafer Adler, Kaidan Alenko, Thane Krios, Jeff 'Joker' Moreau, Cullen Rutherford, Alistair Theirin, Anders, Varric Tethras, Fenris, Nathaniel Howe, Blackwall, Solas, Liam Kosta, Reyes Vidal, Jaal Ama Darav, Harry Carlyle, Fane, Beast, Squall Leonhart, Geralt of Rivia, Alexios, Axel, Zivala, The Awoken Queen's Brother, Doc, Aric Jorgan, Andronikos Revel, Vector Hyllus, Corso Riggs, Jonas Balkar, Cole Cantarus, Nil, Dian Wei, Wolverine, Prince Dastan...and I will stop there because I cannot for the life of me remember all the video games I have played...and yes some of these are evil but still big sexy ;)

6. Favorite animal? Pygmy Marmoset and Clouded Leopard

7. If you could change something about your life, would you do it? Probably just give myself the motivation to do workouts

8. Comfort food? Mashed Potatoes

9. What’s the thing you’re best at? I dunno? Giving gifts?

10. How many languages do you speak? One and a half. English and some Spanish

And by @bardofheartdive to answer these ten questions about myself.

What kind of animal would your dæmons/patronus/etc. be? I think a bear. Or a snow leopard.

What would you be the patron saint of? Creativity

What is your comfort food? How about Mac and Cheese. Either that or Mashed Potatoes as mentioned above 😂

What was the first video game you really enjoyed playing? OMG Streets of Rage. I have always loved Beat 'em Up games. XD

What’s the best gift you’ve ever received? Its a tie between my 1963 Limited Edition Riddler FunkoPop and my Kaidan Alenko plushie

If you could become instantly fluent in any one language, which would you pick? Italian

If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I have always liked Penelope.

If you were making yourself as a D&D character, what race and class would you be? Lol. Apparently you two think similarly. Some kind of non-human (why would I want to be a human in a fantasy setting? I am already a human) healer of some kind. I like magic?

Recommend a book? Cupid by Julius Lester

Recommend a song? Another one, huh? Your Body is a Wonderland by John Mayer

#10 questions #get to know me #posts about me #my tags #just catching up #from the desk of alyssalenko #alyssalenko original

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crqstalite · 5 years ago

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without you. [kotfe letters]

So I felt sad last night and decided I didn’t want to finish my original thought for Tri and Malavai, so I wrote this monster of a piece, all letters, from my toons to their love interests. Now of course, I’m more sad than I was before and accomplished next to nothing. Is Ronnie canon for the Heritage universe? Bruh who knows at this point?

Written: 10.12.19. Words: 3,799.

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TO: Kira Delux

FROM: Kiveqil Delux

SUBJECT: About Satele

I guess we finally found our answers. That child you assumed Satele had? Finally met him. That's right, Satele Shan, a hero of the Republic and devout Jedi had a son with none other than a commander. Crazy, right? His name is Theron, I'm sure you would've liked him if you were here. Just a tad annoying sometimes, but friendly enough.

Please, Please let me find you,

Kiveqil

He sends it, but isn't sure it'll reach it's intended recipient. Guzzling down another glass of wine, he slams his hand down on the bar to get the droid's attention for another. Usually a Jedi doesn't drink, if at all. This one, is in pain and his aura radiates as such. A singular tear slips down his pale cheek as he rubs a hand against his eyes.

TO: Archiban Kimble

FROM: Una'vi Havelzy-Kimble

SUBJECT: Ronnie.

It's been so long, but I would never forget a face. Especially not yours. Not someone who loved me like no one else would. Someone, who even though I fell from the light, never stopped caring about me. Thought I was still the best thing to ever happen to you, right down to every little freckle on my face.

You haven't met Ronnie yet. That's our son's name, but it can't be too hard to change once I find you again, if you want. He was as much a surprise to me as he was to Kiv. Obviously at first he was pissed, but he treats Ronnie like a son himself. I think it's rather endearing, but make no mistake. My heart belongs to you first and foremost, and as soon as I find you, you're getting the longest kiss in the history of kisses, got it?

Updated: I visited Ralltiir with Ronnie today. I...I searched for you high and low, but no one could give me an answer to where you were. I can't find you, Archie. It's been five years, this galaxy is only so big. Where are you?

She shuts off the terminal, rubbing at her eyes as she shifts her grasp on the young, dark haired child in her arms. She chuckles, should her son get any bigger, they'd have to work out the fact that mommy can't pick him up as much anymore. She frowns as she lays him down next to him, the boy curling up on his side against her. Everyday, he looks more and more like her husband, and something about that unsettles her.

TO: Felix Iresso

FROM: Naji Iresso

SUBJECT: Anniversary.

Today's our anniversary, Felix. I'm sure you remember, you always did. How sweet you'd be to me, how you'd beg for me to return to bed with you. Sleep is scarce these days in the Alliance, and most of my time is spent with the Commanders, trying to get things done. But once all the blaster fire has passed overhead, I come back to my quarters every day and pray I see you one last time before I take my final breath.

There is no death, there is the Force. I just wish that the Force would bring you back to me.

With Love,

Naji

Delicate singing fills the air as lays on the grass, hair pooling out beneath her as the stars twinkle down at her. Tears well up in her eyes as she prays Felix hasn't become one of them. Simpler times would've allowed her to spend the night with him, more than enough time in the galaxy together. Now all there is, is blaster fire, lightsabers igniting, fighting. So much discord in the galaxy, and not one signature cries out like his does.

TO: Corso Riggs

FROM: Ghenkl Riggs

SUBJECT: My Last Run.

Think I'm gearing up for my last run around the galaxy searching for you, Corso. As dismal as it sounds, I think this is finally the end. I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm not twenty anymore. I'm already forty, and as much as I love you I can't keep perking up at every mention of some smuggler terrorizing the galaxy. I wish it were you, but it never is.

Bet you'd laugh if you saw me now, all run ragged with grey hairs. Drinking more than I should because I know my final days are coming. Rum, beer, the like. Stars, just come home, please.

Fun while it lasted,

Ghen

It's not hard to see the woman is exhausted, dark circles underneath her eyes as she clenches a blaster in her hand. It's well worn, but clearly well loved as she looks down at it fondly. Rubbing at her eyes, she stands away from the terminal and holsters it. What's running through her mind isn't clear as she walks away quickly, her head held high as she grimaces.

TO: Aric Jorgan

FROM: Hakiojkl Hyperion-Jorgan

SUBJECT: Home.

Home is where the heart is. That's what my mom says every single day, every day I come back to her. It's been a while since I've been on Coruscant.

It reminds me too much of you. What we've done, what we've accomplished. Who we've saved, who we've avenged in the name of the Republic. After officially being discharged from the military when I did get back, Garza kept a spot open for me the whole time. I never wanted back in, I couldn't handle being in a squad without you as my right hand man.

Blast it, writing things always made me jumpy. I could never get my words out right, and it just sounds back even typing this. But gods, Aric you're my husband. If you've been sending me things, I'm sorry I never found them. I don't know what you're doing out there, but I'm sure you're doing some damn fine work. I don't know whether you're alive or not, what happened to the rest of Havoc.

I haven't been home in years. My heart still lies with you, and until I find you, I'm homeless.

Love,

Hakio

The dark skinned woman isn't quick to rise from her seat after meetings anymore. The way she lingers, as if she's waiting for someone is unsettling. As if ghosts haunt the hall ways of the Odessen base, as she crumples on the ground without her real leg, phantom pains making her cry out for her lover. With no one to save her but her previous comrade, it's a heart shattering walk back to her cabin as she cries over and over again for him to come get her.

TO: Elara Dorne

FROM: Xev'heng Lumere

SUBJECT: Last Life Day.

Dearest,

You've always been good at treating me right. I feel like I haven't exactly provided for you since then.

It's been years, I know. I know someone like you would've found someone else, someone to support you through all of this. I know I loved you, I know you loved me. But I abandoned you, for five years. Five years of pain, five years of longing. I know it's been hard for me, but I can't imagine how hard it's been for you.

I'm searching for you as I write this. The Alliance has been searching for recruits, but as much as they need a new medic, I need you. I need you back, Elara. I've been a mess without you, and I can't last like this.

-Xev

It isn't hard to see how the man grieves. A portion of his lekku is missing as the other hangs limply down his back. One of his previously lavender eyes has gone grey, though he's always so quick to find his old commanding officer to help her through the pain. However, his suffering hides far beneath his smiles and sarcasm.

TO: Malavai Quinn

FROM: Tri'ama Amarillis-Quinn

SUBJECT: Stations.

It's always been a matter of station with you, hasn't it, Malavai? Statistics, reports, briefings. Rising in the Empire after hitting a ceiling. A rising star before being kept on Balmorra. Then, you met me. Things changed after that, didn't they? You met Vette, who you despised at first before you came to care for her. You met Jaesa, though you weren't ever terribly clear what you thought about her. You met Pierce, who you thoroughly hated, though you worked with him well. And Broonmark, though neither of us grew terribly close to our furry protector.

You tried to kill me. End my life there on the Transponder Station above Corellia. How it pained you so, how I had to hear some of your bones crack sickeningly against the blastdoor. How you made me jump for months afterwards. How I still didn't trust you completely when I agreed to marry you, agreed to let you back into my quarters, back into my heart.

What am I trying to say, Malavai? I'm trying to say that though I was horrible about showing what I thought about you, that I loved you. That I loved the way I could catch you off-guard by planting a sneaky kiss on your cheek. That I loved the way you could catch me off-guard by pulling me in, one arm around waist as you kissed me hard. The way we would wake up together in the morning, and go to bed together at night.

You've surely risen in your station, Malavai. I hope the last few years have treated you well, that you've finally become more than just a Captain. That you can lead an army of your own men now, instead of being in that army. I wish the best for you.

I don't know where the Alliance is taking me, but galaxy be damned if they try to keep me from my husband.

Once you told me you wished to continue being my loyal captain and dutiful husband -I kept your letters after all these years, yes- to that I respond with this: I wish to continue being your imposing Darth, and loving wife. Do you understand that, hubby?

Do you know how much I miss you? How much I still love you?

-Tri'ama.

The Darth is harder to read, her emotions aren't as prominent as others who have lost their lovers. She accepts, she moves on. She continues to cut down those who stand in her way, she continues to be a beacon of hope for the Empire. But something about the way she doesn't let anyone take care of her injuries, is worrying enough.

TO: Andronikos Revel

FROM: Mierrio Revel

SUBJECT: Wine.

Remember how I didn't ever like that you drank as much as you did? How I'd be annoyed when you came back wasted?

I see the appeal now. It gives me time to forget about the pain of losing you. About the pain of being alone. I feel fuzzy, like the last five years have all been a dream instead of my twisted reality. It burns me so bad, but I'm willing to endure a bit of pain just to forget how much I miss you.

Hate wondering whether you've finally kicked the bucket, with all the kriffing shit you get into. Your reckless flying, the way you'd nearly sacrifice your dumbass for me. I can't feel your presence anywhere, and that scares me somedays, Nikky. You never knew whether we were going to be together forever, and neither did I. Back then I wouldn't have cared less for you saying something like that, because whatever came up we'd kill it together.

Now you're gone, and I'm still here. I know you said that we'd be together forever, while we were in each other's orbits, and until the stars finally went cold. I'm scared, Nikky. I really think this is the end. It's been too long for you to still be out there.

Come home, you kriffing dumbass. You know where to find me.

-M

From first glance, you never would've guessed the woman was a Sith, capable of murdering hordes of enemies beneath her lightsaber and lightning. She looked like nothing more than a spaced out spacer, staring out into the void of her ship, throwing back yet another bottle of rum. Something snaps, as she throws the glass bottle against the wall, and it shatters into thousands of glass pieces as she roars in anger.

TO: Mako Li'ui

FROM: Theksevoy Li'ui

SUBJECT: Honeymoon.

I never got you your fairytale ending, and I'm so sorry. It was always 'tommorrow' or 'when we have the credits'. I'm so sorry Mako, you deserved better than me.

If I ever see you again, when I see you again, we're ditching this whole business and blasting off to the far, luxorious corners of the galaxy and living like royalty until the galaxy catches up to us or we die. Whatever happens, we do it together.

Someone in the Alliance (I'm betting it was one of the Ciphers, Nine and Twenty-Six always manage to mess me up) found our records and sent them to me.

I love you, Mako Li'ui.

-Thek

Everyone was afraid of the brute, Mandalore's Champion. Everyone knows his name, but not his story. No one wants to get close, to make him snap, to make him angry. The only people that have come back without a horror story to tell is the small, thin Intelligence agent. No one knows what she did for him, but he protects her with his life now.

TO: Torian Cadera

FROM: Ba'shira Cadera

SUBJECT: Get Away.

That hunting trip would've been nice, cyare. Should've taken you up on it earlier, before all this Alliance business happened. Had I not been there, I would still be with you. Hunting down the big game, bringing home the prizes with you. Spending every waking moment with my Torian.

Skinned myself a nice beast. Beasts, in fact. Without Bounty Hunting and since I haven't been able to find your Clan (our Clan, right? Never felt all that welcome), been collecting hides and such. Think you'll like 'em when you get back, cyare.

Everyday is my aay'han without you there with me,

-Shira

The woman is a clean shot, always. The target is never empty, and the holes never waver from the bright red target. It's terrifying, in fact. The way that if you bother her, she turns from the firing range but still shoots perfectly. It's enough to keep anyone in the Alliance from bothering the Mandalorian, even though somedays she wishes someone would continue bothering her. To keep her from thinking these horrible thoughts.

TO: Vector Hyllus

FROM: Rubiksi Delux-Hyllus

SUBJECT: Nests.

I've visited nests. I find them fascinating, and for the most part, they accept my presence. Some kinder nests enjoy my visits, though I had to leave most rather hurriedly, they wish for me to become part of their nests. I'm not sure they understand that I am human and don't wish to Join them, but they let me be.

Those of the Oroboro nest are harder to convince. They know me, and they love me. In a way different from the way you loved me, like siblings, like parents. I spent a majority of my time on Alderaan with them before the Alliance came to be...I had dark thoughts, Vector. I really believed it was time to end it all. The cliff where you saved me became my home for months on end, though every time I couldn't bear to slip off without knowing if you knew I was still alive.

So I didn't. I considered other ways of getting rid of my consciousness. Drinking has always made me nauseous, so I kept away from doing so. Bounty Hunting affected my conscience in a way I didn't think it would after everything Intelligence put me through.

I wanted to Join, Vector. I thought that if I let them absorb me into the colony, that I'd see you again. That everything would just fade away. I remember you once told me you didn't want me to either, because my individuality would be gone. I brushed you off, I'd already known that my individuality had been stripped away by the SIS and Intelligence. But, as the search continues I've accepted that this is who I am, and taking this away wouldn't make you happy.

The Alliance found me, told me Cipher Nine could help them with the fight against the Eternal Empire. I believed they were crazy for a moment there, what would a lowly Cipher do against a galaxy-spanning tyrannical ruler? They were quick to convince me that I could do a lot, and with my ties to Intelligence, it wouldn't be difficult to have a leg up in the war.

I thought if I helped them, they'd help me. They tried to, tried to find you. But they needed me every waking moment, leaving them as an ally of the Alliance made me a target. It isn't until now we've begun really searching for those lost during the war.

I was told Killiks lost a majority of their nests as well. I can't imagine how that feels, but those I built a connection to are in pain. Mutual pain is never something I wished to endure, and for now I've accepted I don't belong with the Empire anymore. My allegiance ended as soon as they used them for canon fodder.

I pray you were one of the lucky ones, Vector.

-Rubiksi

The most listless out of all the recruits to the Alliance, the lithe human female stares out the window, blonde, brittle hair over her shoulder as she leans against a pillar. It seems everything is too big for the woman these days, as she tries to hide herself among the crowds. A ghost of herself, the amber-eyed agent isn't sociable, and many are afraid to approach her. But, no one wants to admit they're afraid one day they'll wake up and she won't be there.

Some bonus letters from characters who didn't romance Bioware's LIs.

TO: Theron Shan

FROM: [Redacted]

SUBJECT: [Redacted]

Hmm..You've always been a tough one, Shan. Slippery, odd. Never really ever landed on how old you were, whether Theron or Shan was really your name. You're good at your job, I'll give you that.

I'm not going to say I'm sorry for being gone. After Yavin, [Redacted] and I had our differences. She didn't trust me, I didn't trust her. Lana was having her own issues keeping [Redacted] from doing something catastrophic, and didn't trust me not to switch sides again. I'm not apologetic for what I did, and I never will be. I look out for myself first, you three second.

But this? This is rather odd. [Redacted] is an interesting place to hide, especially among [Redacted]. Given, this has been my home for a while, and [Redacted] was easy to convince to let me stay here too. I have my ways, always. But I suggest you go back to pretty boy, think you've really struck a nerve now. But [Redacted] is going to throw a fit if you show that shaven head around her again.

The water front has been a nice home for the last few years as she giggles, baring her teeth as a woman wraps her hands around her waist, tickling her until she can't breathe. Though, the giggles are cut short as the Cathar woman's eyes widen, hearing them before the door breaks down. A shriek as silk flies, one look behind her and she's out the window, tumbling to the ground in little more than a sheer top and a skirt, she begins running, cursing the man's name under her breath.

TO: Aristocra Saganu

FROM: Scy'arla Tuvii

SUBJECT: Red Flame

I didn't understand what that meant until I looked into it among the other Chiss at headquarters. Once I did, you can't imagine the kind of warmth that sent. I'd only known you for a few weeks at best, but I wish I could've gotten to known you better. I know I'm little more than just a Twi'lek in most Chiss eyes, but I really did feel like I was more to you. I hope it wasn't misplaced.

We both have responsibilities past the other's knowledge. I know you're rather important to the Chiss, but I don't pry beyond that. I assume you know more about me, but I don't know how far that goes. I hope if you did learn anymore, it doesn't go much further past my objectives on Hoth with regards to Intelligence. I don't think you could see me in the same light if you knew more, I'm sorry.

Whether this reaches you or not, I'm not sure. You're busy, I'm busy. You're not like other men, I have a past I'm not ready to admit to. I'd like to extend an invitation to a suite on Dromound Kaas if you could ever get away for that long. It's beneath you, I'm sure, but think about it?

-Cy.

The Alliance doesn't seem to have taken the same toll on Scy'arla. The Cipher is rarely around, if at all, as a supplier. Still loyal, and frankly terrifyingly, to the Empire, she can't be relied on. The first assumption is that she is their traitor, that she has finally sold them out. But, when the time comes, her hands are clean, and everyone is left in surprise when the real traitor is outed among them. A chuckle here, an 'I told you so' there, is the all the agent leaves behind.

TO: [Redacted]

FROM: Darth Ezridivia Uvon

SUBJECT: You know what.

I know you have something to do with this. You always did have a hand in the cookie jar [Redacted]. As frustrating as it was to deal with you, I really do wonder whether you assisted Theron with this. You two were always a bit too close, though you argued all the time and butt heads even more than he and Lana did. You'd known each other for so much longer, worked together to get things done. You might've been gone for the last five years, but I just know you're behind this somehow. Theron wouldn't just do this to the Alliance.

I know someone like you, would.

The pureblood Sith woman paces back and forth, as her blonde comrade types away at a terminal. A grimace here, an angry monolouge there. The woman had no shortage of anger for the agent and his partner, even though she wasn't ready to admit that neither would do this without provocation. She fed off the raw emotions of shock and anger from those in the Alliance, but her nearly melancholy wife really kept her from snapping.

#swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor oc #oc #original character #kiveqil delux #una'vi havelzy #naji iresso #ghenkl riggs #hakiojkl hyperion #xev'heng lumere #tri'ama amarillis-quinn #mierrio revel #theksevoy li'ui #ba'shira cadera #rubiksi delux #scy'arla tuvii #ezridivia

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fancyfade · 5 years ago

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[image: screencaps from SWTOR in the engineering compartment of the Essels. Crewman Vepp is says “What about a reactor reset? That would disengage the security locks, wouldn’t it, sir?” Chief engineer Salen says “Yeah, but a reactor reset vents the engineering compartment -- we’d be blown into space. Besides, controls are on the other side of the door.” Outside of the engineering compartment, on the other side of the yellow shield separating them, Ambassador Asara says “I’m sorry, Salen. We need to unlock the bridge while we have the chance. We have to reset the reactor. You and your men will be remembered.” Tai, a sith smuggler, turns around and faces the Ambassador and says “We can’t send these people to their deaths! Not when there’s an alternative!” behind this dialogue is the symbol for “lightside points gained” and the text “Corso Riggs approves.” end image]

couple thoughts on this

a) you knwo all the other engineers are like “OMIGOD vepp shut up” when vepp tells people about the reactor reset that might get them all killed :P Granted he didn’t tell them *how* to do it, that was on Salen.

b) I mentioned in the last post that Tai was combat adverse. This is one of the situations that shows the difference between Tai once he’s left the empire and empire Tai. Empire Tai would have been perfectly content letting the engineers die for the mission, because he would be afraid of trying it the other way. He was dominated by fear. Despite his lack of force and combat talents, he survived a while in the Sith Academy by tricking other acolytes to their deaths and avoiding straight out fights at all costs. He did things he wouldn’t have done otherwise because he was scared of what would happen to him if he didn’t.

Once he is rescued from Korriban (after his tricking people plans didn’t work and he got left for dead) and he’s with his team of smugglers, he sort of realized how unhealthy the environment he was in was and how much blood was on his hands. Now, even though Tai still prefers to avoid combat if possible, what he hates more than anything is the idea of going back to how he was, and prioritizing himself and his own personal safety over the things he knows are right. So even though he’s afraid a lot, he still does things that scare him because he knows he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he started getting innocent people killed again.

I guess Pubs side Tai really fits the whole “Courage isn’t the absence of fear, it’s overcoming it” or however the quote goes thing.

#fade plays swtor #screencap dump #taimen kor #swtor #essels #flashpoints

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dottiechan · 6 years ago

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SWTOR Ship Requests

Hello there, lovely STWOR fans!

I decided to take ship requests for SWTOR characters, so if you want to know who I’d ship you with, read the rules under the cut and send me an ask (you will also find a list of all the NPCs I will be choosing from)! I will do 20 requests maximum at first, and then we’ll see how it goes from there. I will keep you all updated on how many free slots remain.

NPC list

Female NPCs: Mako, Kaliyo Djannis, Raina Temple, Ashara Zavros, Senya Tirall, Vaylin, Vette, Jaesa Willsam (both LS & DS), Nadia Grell, Kira Carsen, Risha Drayen, Lana Beniko, Akaavi Spar, Elara Dorne, Satele Shan, Darth Lacris, Darth Zhorrid, Hylo Visz, Shae Vizla, Darth Hexid

Male NPCs: Theron Shan, Arcann, Thexan, Koth Vortena, Torian Cadera, Darth Vowrawn, Darth Marr, Andronikos Revel, Vector Hyllus, Malavai Quinn, Gault Rennow, Talos Drellik, Lt. Pierce, Zenith, Tharan Cedrax, Felix Iresso, Doc, Lord Scourge, Corso Riggs, Aric Jorgan, Jonas Balkar, Jace Malcom, Khomo Fett, Darth Jadus

+ crack options: Valkorion, Harkun, Spindrall, Scorpio, Darth Thanaton, Holiday, Skadge, Darth Zash, C2-N2, HK-51, Nem’ro the Hutt, Taro Blood, Tanno Vik, Khem Val, Crysta Markon,

Rules

Give a brief description of yourself. Detail your personality rather than your appearance. I’m sure you have very pretty blue eyes, but they won’t help me match you with someone. MBTI personality type is super helpful, but any interesting and non-generic description will do. Apart from Hogwarts houses. Please don’t use your Hogwarts houses.

Include gender, sexuality and whether you’d want a male or female ship. If you don’t mind either, that’s also a legit answer (i.e. if you’re bi, it could be a fun option).

No NSFW

Choose a faction and describe who you’d be in SWTOR. Republic, Empire and Eternal Empire are all legit factions. Maybe even Mandalorians too separately? Also, mention your “job.” Are you a terrible Sith lord who enslaves planets or just a simple mercenary trying to make a living? Be creative. And more importantly, be honest to yourself. (NOTE: just because you choose to be i.e. an Imperial, it doesn’t mean I will limit you to Imperial NPCs only!)

(bonus) You can also mention your race too if you don’t want to be a regular old human. Who doesn’t want to be a Twi’lek tbh?

EVERYONE IS GAY. Canonically straight NPCs too. My game, my rules. I.e. if you’re a girl asking for a female ship, you may end up with Vette (a canonically straight NPC).

If you fail to adhere to all the rules, you will get shipped with one of the crack options. So if you don’t want to end up with Valkorion or Skadge, make sure to double check your ask before hitting send.

Thanks for joining me in this fun little game! I will keep you updated about its progress. :) If you think your friends would be interested in it too, please reblog this post. Tumblr has been acting weird lately and I wonder if enough SWTOR loving peeps will see it.

#dottiechan writes #dottiechan ships #swtor #swtor ship requests

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brightnshinythings · 6 years ago

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SWTOR Update

The four characters who have finished their main stories have been switched to crafting, which is an excellent way of keeping the inventories of the other characters tidy. Both my smuggler and my Sith warrior are on Belsavis. Belsavis has not got any less itself, but I have got a lot better at reading the maps. Both stories are interesting, and, despite the way the game has been made easier (several updates ago), I have managed to die on both characters. Because the Esh-Kha are mean murder cows. Spoilers for smuggler, Sith warrior, Jedi knight and bounty hunter stories below, also spoilers for the Taral V/Jedi Prisoner and Boarding Party/Foundry flashpoints.

I would like to know why I die so much more when Jaesa is my companion than Broonmark. She's even at a higher affection level than him, so it's not that. There is a reason she's the one I don't use that much.

For my smuggler, it's the same problem but with Risha. Which means that, at present, I am wandering round with Corso which is never a good thing. My Jedi Knight has finished Balmorra and I hate my new companion. Doc is the latest in a long line of sucktacular male companions who are supposed to be the romance option for your female toon. Let's recap, dude you've just met, comes aboard, demands better quarters (okay, that one's obviously a joke but still) and is then horribly mean to your robot, who has been with you since before you were knighted and has a (mechanical) heart the size of a whale, and the other Jedi aboard, who is a woman who has seen some seriously bad things and come out on the side of good, and it's like, no dude, you do not get to do this. Part of the problem is that with both him and Corso Riggs, they are trying to write Han Solo, missing that that is a hard character to pull off (and Harrison Ford has mutant charisma). My Bounty Hunter has just finished Taris. I deliberately used Gault for the end of it in case I decided to stab Thana Vesh in the back but this is yet another character where it just didn't feel right. No killing without payment! And I know Darth Gravus wouldn't care but ... I try not to kill of the minions of Sith unless I can help it. They're a vengeful bunch. I would utterly recommend taking Gault as the companion for Balmorra because he is just so much fun. Oddly, being as he is utterly self-centred, take-the-money and run, he is both more fun, and closer to Han Solo than either of the two characters who are supposed to be like him. The ending for the Bounty Hunter's Taris's storyline has convinced me that Jincoln Cadera was betrayed and that the minute Mandalore thinks I am threat, I will be too. It's not paranoia if they are out to get you. While I mentioned that if you play the Taral V-Jedi Prisoner flashpoints, it becomes clear that Jedi Knight is *the* main Light side class, I don't think the distinction is as big over on the dark side, because you have this very interesting convo with Revan even if you're a show-me-the-money bounty hunter. Which my character is. Now both my Jedi Knight and my Bounty Hunter move on to Quesh. My replay characters are moving along nicely, and I (helped) defeat my first World Boss - The First on Dromund Kaas. People continue to be really lovely if you're willing to admit that you're a noob who's never done something before.

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revanchistsuperstar · 7 years ago

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These Are the Days That Never End, Chapter 6

Fandom: SWTOR

Pairing: Outlander/Theron Shan, Outlander/Corso Riggs

Themes: Polyamory, betrayal, angst, unexpected pregnancy, espionage. All the fun stuff. Everyone cries a lot. Except Lana.

Word Count: 4,000 this chapter, 27,200 so far

Notes: Contains !spoilers! for the expansions literally up through whatever game update we’re on now, I don’t know. Was Traitor Among the Chiss the last one we had with plot?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

This is a sequel to my first Outlander/Theron Shan/ Corso Riggs in a lovely poly triad fic that I wrote (As The Stars May Yet Be Tamed), feel free to read that too!

Gardening. Of all the hobbies Ixaleii Stardust had seen herself maybe one day taking up, gardening had not been high on the list. But here she was, on her hands and knees digging through the loamy, fertile earth of Dantooine, pulling out weeds from her carefully planned rows of flowers and vegetables. If there was one thing about Dantooine that was for certain, it was that it was an easy place to grow things. The plants took to the soil easily and required little encouragement to grow, but even still Ixaleii enjoyed going to spend at least a little bit of time there each day.

Satele had encouraged her in it, saying it was good for her to have something external to focus her mind on. Lana, of course, had found the whole thing slightly boring. She preferred to search the planet’s vast plains, testing her strength against the kath hounds and searching Dantooine’s numerous caves and caverns for crystals which apparently held great force power. She’d even mentioned something to Ixaleii about an ancient Jedi compound from Revan’s days which Lana had apparently found incredibly fascinating. Ixaleii had decided to simply take her word for it. Physical activity was beyond her at this point, her stomach having expanded to a great size in order to accommodate two growing infants. Now, as she neared the end of her pregnancy, she even found it difficult to tend her garden, she was so immense. Ixaleii tried not to think about Corso or Theron, and how both of them would have found her condition supremely hilarious.

Read more here on AO3!

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #swtor oc #theron shan #satele shan #corso riggs #lana beniko #jesus shit this chapter was hard to write #There was a lot of research that went into this #my ovaries are riddled with cysts and endometriosis so I doubt I'll ever have children of my own #so writing about someone else going into labor was like 'uhhhhhhhhh...'#yike guys only two more chapters!!

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queen-scribbles · 7 years ago

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Change of Plans

Quick word of warning, this is almost 9k words, so.. know what you’re getting yourself into xD Silver more than made up for not talking to me for a while.

Silver had grown accustomed to many thing in her lifetime. Making her own ship repairs, always being on the move, dealing with scummy contacts, making plans on the fly and altering them even more on the fly. She could spin crap deals into something at least decent, choke down--or enjoy--any number of local delicacies, and suppress her gag reflex with the best of them. Usually.

Today, wading thigh deep through Hutta swamps, was not part of usually.

“I hate this planet,” she groused, forcefully quelling the urge to throw up. “It smells like the south end of a sweaty rancor.”

“It ain’t my favorite either, Sil,” Corso said sympathetically. “And do I wanna know how you know what the south end of a rancor smells like?”

“No, no you don’t.” She waved away a cloud of insects. “How much further?”

He stopped, pulled out a small datapad, and checked. “Just about a dozen yards in that direction.” He pointed the same way they’d been traveling and flashed her an encouraging smile. “We’re almost there.”

“Yeah, but then after the meet up we hafta go back.” As if to further emphasize her point, Silver smacked at something that was biting her neck. “And apparently, the local wildlife isn’t aware that you’re the only one allowed to nibble on me.”

Corso made a sound halfway between a laugh and choking. “How rude of them.”

“I know, right?” She slapped another one on her cheek as they resumed course. “Dammit, what’s got Baz so paranoid? We’ve never had to meet this far off the beaten path-kriffin’ hell!”

The toe of her boot caught on something under water and Silver pitched forward, drenching herself in sour smelling swamp ooze.

“Sil!” Corso hurried toward the spot, but she’d resurfaced by the time he reached her. He grabbed her arm and helped her regain her balance instead. “You alright, gorgeous?”

“Alright, yes. Gorgeous, I don’t think so,” Silver said darkly. “I’m gonna kill Baz.” She ran her hands over her hair to squeeze out as much as she could and than shook it off into the swamp. She coughed, gasped for breath, and dug her fingers into Corso’s arm as she fought her gag reflex. “Hard to believe it was only a month ago we were at a swanky party gettin’ repeatedly thanked for savin’ Corellia and the Republic with it.”

“Does feel like it’s been longer’n that,” Corso agreed. “Prob’ly cause we jumped right back inta work. C’mon, let’s get this meeting over with so we can get back to Angel and I’ll help ya get cleaned up.”

Silver quirked a brow at him, wiping mud off her face. “Ya offerin’ to scrub my hard to reach spots, Riggs?”

He barely blushed. “Maybe a few that aren’t so hard to reach, too.”

“Deal. But first we see what Baz wants.”

>>.<<

The fidgety Mirialan waiting inside the long abandoned hut wrinkled her nose when Silver and Corso walked in. “Ewww, what happened to you?”

“You, Bazeryn Wilas, you happened to me,” Silver snapped back, half tempted to peel off her gloves and drop them on the rickety table for dramatic effect. But they were one of her favorite pairs, so if there was any hope they could be saved she wasn’t giving them up. “What is so kriffin’ important--not to mention secret--that the middle of a frangin’ swamp on Hutta of all places is the only acceptable location for a meet?”

Baz worried a loose stitch on her jacket cuff. “Can’t be too careful. Don’t want anyone t’ think I’m choosin’ sides.”

“Choosing sides?” Silver repeated, skeptical.

“Yer workin’ for the Pubs, ain’tcha?” Baz pointed out. “Gone legit. I don’t want anybody gettin’ the wrong idea about us meetin’.”

“While I see your point,” Silver said slowly. “I take offense at gone legit. My gripe with the Imps was personal. I just took Republic credits to finance it. Why pay for things myself if I can get one of the biggest governments in the galaxy to foot the bill instead?”

Behind her, Corso shifted position and she prayed none of his tells showed enough to give away how close she was walking the line between lie and truth.

“Okay, whatever,” Baz shrugged. “People talk’s all��‘m sayin’. I wanted t’ give ya a tip.”

“About?” Silver prompted. A trickle of swamp water ran down her spine and she fought the urge to wriggle.

“There’s a fella on Denon, needs help movin’ somethin’... sensitive,” Baz said, clearly choosing her words with care.

“Define sensitive,” Silver said, trying to be patient, but it was hard in her current state.

“Who says I know?” Baz retorted defensively.

“Oh, c’mon, Baz,” Silver groaned. It was like pulling teeth. “We worked together enough I know you don’t pass along a job without checkin’ it out first. You’re too careful, too worried a bad job’ll give you a bad rep. What’s so damn sensitive about this cargo?”

“It’s people,” Baz muttered reluctantly, sighing and crossing her arms.

Silver stiffened, eyes narrowing at the other woman. “Oh, hell no! You know I don’t do slaves, Wilas.”

“They’re not slaves!” Baz protested, head snapping up indignantly. “You know me better than that, Airen!”

It’s Riggs now... Even as the words floated through her head, Silver decided this was not the time to offer such a correction. “Well, if not slaves then who are they? I don’t wanna take part in spiritin’ away some serial killer who’s close to gettin’ caught either.”

“Would you listen-” Baz took a deep breath to calm herself. “It’s not slaves, an’ I’m pretty sure it’s not criminals, either. Like you said, I vet things. Couldn’t find much, but there haven’t been many major crimes on Denon recently, violent or otherwise. I think it’s just people tryin’ to get out of a bad situation under the radar. Kids runnin’ from bad parents or somethin’. But I don’t have any solid specifics. You want those you’ll have to contact the guy yourself and ask.”

“Fine,” Silver sighed. It couldn’t hurt to contact the guy. If it was too sketchy she didn’t have to say yes. Besides, she stank of swamp water and it was beginning to make her nauseous. “You know my holofrequency; send me the guy’s info and I’ll get in touch with him.”

Baz nodded. “Will do.”

“C’mon.” Silver tugged Corso’s arm so he’d follow her out of the hut. She waited until they were a good way clear before asking, “So, whaddya think?”

“Oh, there’s somethin’ sketchy about this, Captain,” Corso said, tossing a glance back at the hut. “I don’t think it’s a trap or anything like that, but my gut says there’s more to this than we’re hearin’.”

She nodded. “Knew there was a reason I married you.”

“I always thought it was my stunnin’ good looks an’ sense of humor,” he retorted, grinning.

“Well, them too. But I do love a man who’s perceptive. We can comm Baz’s contact and try to ferret out some more details after we get back to the ship and you make good on your offer.”

Corso chuckled and tweaked the end of her ponytail. “I like this plan, Captain Riggs.”

Silver grinned. “Thought you might.”

>>.<<

All told it took an hour and four uncompromising scrub downs to get the swamp stench off her skin, and another two washes beyond that to get it mostly out of her hair.

“Guess that’ll hafta do,” Silver sighed, sniffing at one of the long, skinny tendrils of wet hair as she untwisted the towel wrapped around her head. “I still smell Hutta.”

Corso laughed softly as he stepped up behind her. “Pretty sure you’re just bein’ paranoid.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer, taking a deep breath as her head came to rest against his chest. “All I smell is your shampoo. Considerin’ we used half the bottle just now, that’s no surprise.”

She tipped her head back against his shoulder to fix him with a skeptical look. “You’re just sayin’ that.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” he countered, kissing the top of her head.

Silver grinned, bringing her hands up to rest lightly against his arm. “No.”

“Why would I start now?”

“Good point.” She turned, still standing in his grasp, and Corso’s fingers slid into her hair as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Yet another reason why I married you.”

“You have quite a list,” Corso teased.

“I have quite a man,” Silver countered. She rocked up on tiptoe to steal a kiss, one hand instinctively grabbing at the towel wrapped around her as the movement loosened it and it started to slip. “We need to get dressed.” She stole another kiss. “Much as I like you in just a towel, I think we should look a tad more... professional when we reach out to Baz’s contact.”

“Whatever you say, Captain,” Corso said with an impish smile. “Your wish is my command.”

Silver flashed an impish grin of her own. “Don’t tempt me.”

>>.<<

The contact info Baz sent was for an audio-only channel. That raised a few flags in Silver’s mind, but actually talking to the man assuaged her worries. Cagey as he was about the origins of the people who needed a “clandestine ride”, much as the charm in her voice reminded her of Darmas, her gut said go with it. Corso agreed. So they arranged to meet the man--Jay, he said they could call him--on Denon and hammer out exact details.

“Why all the secrecy?” Silver asked.

“For their safety, it’s vital they stay as far off the radar as possible,” Jay said. “We want the broken link to stay broken.” And with those cryptic words, he signed off.

“Well, that was an interesting conversation,” Silver said dryly, once the connection was dead.

“Sure was,” Corso agreed. “Not really much we can do ‘til we get there, though. I’m gonna fix up some dinner, you hungry?”

“Nah.” Silver shook her head. “Still nauseous from the swamp stench. Maybe some of that tea we picked up on Voss? I wanna look at the hyperdrive. It was makin’ weird noises our last few jumps, and I’d swear Risha said she’d look at it ‘fore she left, but it happened again comin’ to Hutta.”

“Maybe Angel hates this planet much as you do,” Corso teased, rubbing her back.

“They do say parents’ prejudieces can rub off on their kids,” Silver joked. “She’s the closest thing I got for now, so...”

Corso laughed, giving her a gentle push toward the hallway. “Go check on the baby, then.”

“Yes, dear,” she replied, snickering as she headed for the engine room.

>>.<<

Fortunately, the hyperdrive held up fine for the trip to Denon. The holo blinked as they landed, displaying the image of a man wearing a hooded jacket to obscure his face. It stayed just long enough for an obviously distorted voice to say “Come to these coordinates,” before flickering off.

“I’ll bet you twenty credits this is an SIS gig they’re outsourcing,” Silver commented as she guided the Corellian Angel to a near-perfect landing.

“Don’t say that too loud,” Corso said glibly. “‘Member this is an Imperial-aligned world.”

“Which supports my theory,” she shot back. “Aside from all the cloak-and-shiv nonsense, th’ SIS wouldn’t wanna draw attention to themselves. If we get caught with these people, whoever they are. there’s no tie back to the SIS. We’re just freelancers our ‘cargo’ contracted to get them from point A to point B.”

“I’m not plannin’ to get caught,” Corso said as he wriggled a holdout blaster down into his boot. They’d both agreed--just to be safe--that Torchy and Sparkles should stay on the ship.

“Oh, me neither, obviously,” Silver said as she powered down the Angel and grabbed Flashy to holster. “But I mean just in case. Would be just like a spy to make sure all their bases are covered like that.”

“Only one way to find out,” Corso shrugged. “Where are these coordinates he sent us?”

“Not far from the spaceport, actually, from the look of things,” she replied. “Guess gettin’ to their ride quick is more important than anything else.”

“Either that or whoever they’re runnin’ from doesn’t know they’re gone yet and they’re just coverin’ their tracks for when that happens.”

“Which means they’re someone who’ll be missed,” Silver mused as they headed down the boarding ramp. “Deserters, maybe?”

“I’m all for helpin’ Imps switch sides,” Corso muttered,”but we should prob’ly stow the theorizin’ for now, considerin’ where we are...”

“Good point. So. This world’s a socio-economic trade hub. Tourist talk it is.”

“You gonna let me buy you somethin’ nice this time?” Corso teased, resting an arm loosely around her shoulders.

“You try that on every planet, dear,” Silver shot back playfully. “It hasn’t worked since Calius for a reason. I’m all set on things that sparkle.”

His lips twitched toward a smile at the not-subtle play on words. “Well, then, I’ll just have to adjust my strategy, won’t I, Captain?”

Lightly bantering back and forth, they made it through customs easily, then headed for the coordinates. It turned out to be a mid-scale apartment building only a few blocks from the spaceport.

“I stand by my belief that they’re valuing speed above secrecy,” Silver said in a glib undertone as she and Corso stepped into the turbolift. She pressed the button for the second floor. “Gutsy move if ya ask me...”

The lift reached their desired floor and they found the apartment they were looking for. Silver pressed the comm button next to the keypad and waited, fingers hooked through her belt loops.

“Who is it?” crackled out of the speaker.

“I’m lookin’ for Jay,” Silver replied evasively.

There was a few seconds’ silence, and then a soft beep and whir as the door unlocked and slip open.

“Here goes nothin’,” she muttered.

“Really wish I had Torchy right ‘bout now,” Corso whispered, his fingers twitching restlessly.

“Ditto.” Silver strolled into the apartment with a healthy dose of false bravado.

The only ocupant in the front room was a man who looked roughly her age, with piercing blue eyes and tousled black hair. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his face schooled into a carefully neutral expression.

“You must be Jay,” Silver greeted him breezily. She darted a quick look around the room, noting possible cover--none--and exits--the door behind her and one behind Jay.

“And you must be the esteemed Captain Riggs.” Despite his guarded nature, the smile he flashed was warm enough.

“Or so I claim,” she baited. “I could be anyone, lookin’ for a sweet payoff.”

Jay shook his head, amusement creeping into his eyes. “You’re Riggs. Or is it still Airen? I’ve heard conflicting stories.”

Behind her, Corso shifted, sidling close enough he could swap their positions if things got dicey. “How’re you so sure that’s who she is?”

“Wanted posters, for one.” Jay held up a hand when both Silver and Corso stiffened. “Imperial wanted posters, Captain. Corellia made you a few enemies. But mostly it’s because we have a mutual friend. So I knew what you looked like. Didn’t mention how pretty you are, though.”

Silver snorted. “Save it, Slick. I’m not available.”

“I’m not allowed to compliment without an ulterior motive?” Jay needled good-naturedly. He turned to Corso. “You’re a lucky man.”

“Don’t I know it,” Corso returned coolly. “Whaddidja wanna see us for?”

As if on cue, the door behind Jay slid open and two figures stepped out. Both humans, a man and a woman, with brown hair and dark green eyes. Jay held up a hand, forestalling any comments they were about to make.

“I need you to get them out of here,” he said simply. “So far we’ve avoided Imperial notice, but I don’t see that lasting much longer. If we can do this right, the Empire won’t even know they were here and we can get them safely to the arms of the Republic.”

“And they are...?” Silver prompted, not reading anything beyond nerves from the green-eyed pair.

“Kel and Ezi Stantyn,” Jay replied, gesturing in succession to the man and woman as he introduced them. “Beyond that, all that’s important is the Empire not knowing they’re here. We’ll have to find a way to smuggle them onto your ship so there’s no record of you taking on passengers.”

Silver narrowed her eyes and took a shot. “Bet the SIS is good at that sorta thing, huh?”

Jay blinked, caught off guard for the barest fraction of a second, then smiled. “Heard you were good. Nice to know those reports weren’t biased or exaggerated. Whatever experience the SIS does or doesn’t have in this area, I’m guessing you have more.”

“Damn straight,” she grinned. She’d been right. “Fill me in on what we’re dealin’ with?”

>>.<<

Over the next hour or so, Jay ran them through all the measures and potential loopholes present in the spaceport security system. There were a lot of measures and not a lot of loopholes.

“Do they check delivery personnel?” Silver asked, studying the projected blueprint on the holotable.

“How d’ya mean?” Jay frowned, pursing his lips in thought and cocking his head.

“If, say, my husband an’ I found somethin’ we wanted t’ buy while bein’ all touristy, but it was too big to lug around with us while we browse, so we had it boxed and delivered to our ship. How close would they look at the delivery people? Would they let delivery people in, or is that a droid’s job here?”

“Droids handle deliveries here,” Jay confirmed. “But it was a good idea...” His eyes narrowed. “Although...” he pulled up a closer view of the departing checkpoint and skimmed the specs for the cargo scanner. “How do you feel about exotic pets, captain?”

“Depends on the pet,” Silver replied. “Why?”

>>.<<

A few hours and one winding jaunt through the most blatantly tourist trap parts of the city--which was enough fun to be worth the trip all on its own--Silver’s comlink chirped. She traded a knowing look with Corso and clicked it on. “Yes?”

“Just confirming delivery of your purchases to your ship, Captain Riggs,” a clipped voice reported. “I’d make sure they were secured nice and tight before you take off; one of them looked rather banged-up. Wouldn’t want anything getting loose while you’re traveling.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Silver said. “Long as I don’t return to a ship full of free-range gizka, I’m happy.”

“Very good, ma’am. I hope the rest of your visit is pleasant.” The comlink beeped as the other party signed off.

“That Jay’s idea of an Imperial accent?” Corso muttered, amusement in his eyes.

Silver lightly smacked his arm with the back of her hand. “It was pretty good, when ya take into account regional dialect an’ all. Maybe it ain’t pure Dromund Kaas, but it was good enough. We’ll mosey our way back to the apartment, see if he has any final words of wisdom, and then hotfoot it outta here.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Corso drawled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “An’ a better one than Jay had for gettin’ our, uh, cargo past the scanners.”

“Hey, I think usin’ the fact they don’t differentiate between life forms was kinda genius,” Silver said impishly. “All they scan for is drugs an’ toxins. Long as neither a’ them show up, security don’t care. An’ it’s not like we came up with anything better.”

“Still just a little too simple,” Corso muttered.

“Nah, long as they don’t have any reason to be suspicious about, they don’t do a full work-up. An’ we aren’t suspicious. We ain’t even the Corellian Angel, if they have that flagged. I used one of those alternate transponder codes Risha left me as a goodbye present. We’re the Silverhawk. Nothin’ flagged on that since we didn’t get caught on the silkworm job. Hopefully we pull this off without gettin’ tagged. I like the Silverhawk.”

“Wonder why...” he teased.

Silver rolled her eyes and was about to retort when she noticed a pair of men staring at her intently. “Uh, sweetheart, is it just my imagination, or are those two abnormally interested in me?”

Corso swiveled casually, hiding his glance behind them by pretending to laugh at something she’d said and pressing a kiss to her hair. “Y’ mean the two sittin’ at that last tapcafe we passed? It’s not your imagination.”

“Guess Jay’s not the only one who saw my wanted posters,” she muttered.

Corso swore under his breath, and settled his arm more protectivel around her. “Change of plans, Sil. We’re goin’ straight back to the ship.”

“No arguments here. I’ll comm Jay, let him know what’s goin’ on.”

“You trust him?” Corso asked, tone neutral--which meant he didn’t, at least not fully.

“He seems like a good guy, an’ Tel’s only had good things to say about the SIS agents he’s worked with.” She snorted softly. “All two of them.”

“Your brother works for Republic SpecForce, Sil. ‘Course he got along with ‘em.”

“It’s sweet that you’re worried, but I don’t think he ratted me out. ‘Sides, doesn’t make much sense to hire me for a job and then sicc bounty hunters on me.”

“True,” Corso admitted sheepishly. “I’m just extra paranoid about the charming ones thanks t’ Darmas.”

“Can’t blame you for that,” Silver said with a nod as they hurried toward the spaceport.

>>.<<

No one stopped them on their return to the ship, but Silver still didn’t waste any time firing up the Angel. It was a good thing, too. Even as the systems spun up to full readiness, she glimpsed one of the men from the tapcafe in urgent conversation with the guards at the hanger entrance.

“Sil.” Corso’s tone made it clear he’d noticed as well.

“I know.” She punched the intercom. “You have ten seconds to get strapped in, or you’re in for a ride!”

She vaguely heard Bowdaar roar something and Guss begin to protest, but blocked it out as she counted as measured a ten count as she could under the circumstances. The moment lights went green, they were moving, fast as Angel could handle.

It was a clean getaway; no officials or ruffled feathers to worry about, but Silver didn’t relax until they hit hyperspace.

“Okay,” she sighed, playing with her ponytail. “We’re good. Next stop, Kerkoidia.”

“Thought we were takin’ em to Naboo,” Corso frowned as he unfastened his harness and moved to lean against the back of her seat.

“We are, but I still need to refuel Angel. Didn’t have time on Denon.”

“We were there for hours, Sil,” Corso pointed out. “How wasn’t there time?”

“Several other ships wanted a refuel, hon. We were fifth on the list. That particular spaceport was small, and can only do one ship at a time, they don’t have a fuel line in every hanger like some of the places we’ve docked,” she explained. “So they hadn’t gotten to us yet. We’re still decent, just can’t get all the way to Naboo. So we hafta refuel somewhere, Kerkoidia’s on the way and Republic-aligned, so it seemed the best choice.”

“Sounds good to me,” Corso nodded. “Now that we’re safe, you wanna let our passengers move to more comfortable quarters?”

“Sure.” Silver punched on the autopilot and stood. “They can have Risha’s room.”

“‘Zat big enough for two people?” Corso said, frowning as he followed her out of the cockpit.

“They only gotta share for a week,” Silver shrugged. “Even if it’s cramped, I’m sure they can manage.”

“What was the deal with that take-off boss?” Guss asked as they passed each other in the corridor.

“Runnin’ from bounty hunters,” Silver said. “Apparently I’m a wanted woman in Imperial space.”

“Fun,” Guss muttered. “Might wanna check our new cargo, make sure nothin’ got busted.”

“That’s what we’re doin’ right now,” Silver nodded. “Why don’t you an’ Bowdaar start workin’ on dinner? We didn’t get much for lunch-” she heard Corso’s stomach grumble as if in agreement-- “an’ we’ll probably eat early.”

“Sure, boss.” Guss headed for the galley as Silver and Corso ducked into the cargo hold. Exactly as she’d been worried, one of the crates had shifted and cracked open during takeoff, and now something like a dozen gizka--slightly daazed--were wandering around the cargo hold.

“Ah, dammit,” Silver muttered, trying to herd the small creatures to a back corner. “Corso, close the door, quick, before any of ‘em get out.”

He obliged, scooping up a gizka as it tried to make a break for it. “Wow, these guys are kinda cute.”

“They’re also a huge pain in the neck,” Silver retorted. “But yeah, they’re pretty cute. Help me get the crates open. We can use the lids to make a barrier, and I’m sure our passengers would like to move to more comfortable quarters.”

Working together, it was easy enough to pry the lids off the two large crates. They tipped them slightly, both to make it easier for the human occupants to climb out and to shunt the gizka occupants behind the makeshift barrier.

“Sorry about... all this,” Silver said to Kel and Ezi once the two were out and standing with her and Corso. “The rough launch, an’ the gizka an’ everything.”

“No trouble,” Kel mumbled, and Ezi nodded her agreement, coddling a runty gizka in her arms as she scratched its ear nubs. The gizka cooed appreciately and looked happy, so Silver didn’t object.

“We can show you your room, and some of my crew are workin’ on dinner.”

Kel and Ezi nodded, gesturing that they would follow her.

Silver laid a hand on Corso’s arm. “Darling, why don’t you go make sure Guss hasn’t lit the galley on fire.”

“Right,” Corso said with a nod. “I’ll take care of that while you get them settled.”

They went their separate ways, Silver making very sure the door closed and locked behind them to contain the gizka before she led Kel and Ezi to their room.

>>.<<

The journey to Kerkoidia was uneventful--unless nausea from Guss’ cooking counted. (Silver had hoped having Bowdaar help him would improve things. It hadn’t. At least she was the only one to get it bad.) Kel and Ezi kept to themselves, spending most of their time in their room, along with the gizka, which Silver was pretty sure Ezi had adopted. Fine by her. One less to worry about. Nothing on the Angel broke or gave them any trouble, and--aside from one near-gizka breakout--Guss didn’t even screw anything up. Kerkoidia Control welcomed them without and holdup and acquiesced easily to Silver’s request for fuel.

“It’ll only take an hour or so to fuel up,” she explained to crew and passengers alike. “So not a lot of time for explorin’. But if you wanna go wander the hanger or spaceport for a change of scenery, go right ahead.”

Unsurprisingly, Guss took her up on it. Equally unsurprising, Kel and Ezi didn’t.

“Suit yourself,” Silver shrugged. “I’m gonna go see if they have any kinda gift shop with knick knacks I could send my brother. If you change your mind, just stay close enough we can find ya when its time to take off.’ She looked at Corso. “You wanna come, hon? Or d’ya feel more like stayin’ to help Bowdaar keep an eye on the ship?”

“Think I’ll stay this time, Sil. Still owe Torchy and Sergeant Boom Boom a good cleanin’.” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “But you have fun.”

She winked. “I am good at that. See ya later, then.” She wasn’t expecting much; Kerkoidia was hardly a major tourist destination. But something little she could send Tel as a joke wasn’t too much to ask for. She hoped.

It wasn’t. While the spaceport’s equivalent of a gift shop was just a nook with one of the locals hawking holoframes with images of the Maldinian City skyline and durasteel or plastiform models of some of the buildings, the prices were cheap. It was good enough for her. After spending a few minutes perusing the wares, Silver selected an extremely gaudy plastiform miniature of the Retail Caucaus building(because what’s the point of a joke gift if you don’t go all out?), paid for it, and headed back to the ship.

As she made her way through the huge, sprawling complex toward her hanger, the first tendrils of unease tugged at the back of Silver’s mind. Something was off. She detoured through the spaceport’s business wing at the last second, and figured out why: she was being followed. The hard-eyed man she’d noted in passing as she left the gift kiosk was lounging against the wall, pretending to be on comms with someone, but clearly darting glances at her. It’s just one guy, I can lose a tail, Silver began to reassure herself as her fingers twitched toward her comlink and she kept walking. But then she noticed the zabrak pretending to scan for an arriving party, but whose eyes continually drifted back to Silver. And then the woman with burn scars on her face, who Silver realized had been loitering outside the hanger bank when she left. Oh, damn.

With three of them following her, this was not just a tail. This was an ambush waiting to happen. And since one of them, at least, knew where her hanger was, they knew this was a detour and had probably caught on that she was wary. Which meant one of two things was likely going to happen very shortly: if they were after her, they would corner her and finish the job, and if they were after something or someone else from her ship, they would fade back and hit the hanger before her crew could prepare.

She increased her pace and reached for her comlink. “Corso, we’ve got a problem...” When she glanced over her shoulder again, all three watchers were gone.

>>.<<

She could hear gunfire before she reached the hanger. Oh kriffin’ hell. Silver’s fingers curled around the hilt of her blaster and she wished in vain for her stealth field generator as she plastered herself against the wall and edged closer to the hanger entrance. Her scattergun would also have come in handy, but she’d left Sparky on the ship in case Corso had time to clean it after he finished with his guns. So it was just her and Sparkles as the ambush for the ambush.

She slid along the wall, fast but quiet, peeked around the corner-

-and nearly butted heads with the zabrak she’d seen earlier. There was a stunned millisecond before both scrambled to get in the first shoot. Silver whipped Sparkles in a hard arc against the zabrak’s temple and the mercenary crumbled. Not before getting off a shot that grazed Silver’s shoulder and blew any hope of sneaking up on the others.

Dammit. Silver hissed in pain and irritation as she brushed her fingers over the fresh welt. It hadn’t done much damage beyond singe the sleeve of her favorite shirt, but she’d been counting on the element of surprise.

A blaster bolt winged off the wall by her head and Silver swore as she dove behind a large duracrete planter. It was lousy cover but she could worry about that in a minute. For now she peeked cautiously between the spiny leaves of whatever was growing on the planter to get the lay of the land.

She could only see the man and woman she’d noticed earlier, no extra back-up, which was good. The level of tactical thinking and the two were showing was not. There were only three of them because they thought three was all they needed.

“Sil?” Corso hollered, voice breaking her reverie.

“Still alive!” she hollered back. She couldn’t get a good angle on either Hard Eyes or Burn Scars from here, and they knew it. Silver looked around for somewhere with decent cover and a better shot, but the nearest thing was a bench almost fifteen feet away. And with the way Hard Eyes kept glancing toward her current spot, even trying for that would be really stupid.

Fortunately, Silver had never been opposed to stupid plans. Hell, half the time she survived because of them, along with a healthy dose of dumb luck. Corso’s gonna yell at me for this, she acknowledged silently, shifting her grip on Sparkles and briefly resting the barrel against her forehead in salute to yet another genuine Silver Airen Stars, I Hope This Works idea. With a deep breath for nerve, she stuck Sparkles around the planter and started firing blindly toward the mercenaries. A couple shot in, she moved from behind the planter and ran like hell for the bench. She heard the snap-sizzle of blaster bolts narrowly missing her as she dropped and slid behind her new cover--which did have a good line of sight on the two mercenaries. They were forced to split their attention between the hanger and her. Hard Eyes swiveled to keep Silver pinned down, while Burn Scars kept firing on whoever was in the hanger; probably Corso and Akaavi.

This could last awhile... Silver thought grimly, popping up to fire off a couple shots at Hard Eyes. Especially since I don’t have most of my gear. She smelled burning hair after Hard Eyes’ return fire and winced. That had been too close for comfort. Clearly, time for another stupid idea. She checked her comlink to see if she could coordinate with her crew this time, but there was just static.

Huffing loose wisps of hair out of her face, Silver pulled the tiny, ancient holdout blaster out of her boot and stared at it. I really wish I didn’t have to do this... She pinned the barrel under her boot and bent it--which was difficult, but not nearly as difficult as she’d expected--before rapping it hard against the edge of the bench. Hope this works. Sorry, Dad. She peeked one last time to verify where the mercs were standing, pulled the holdout’s trigger, and threw it as hard as she could.

For a pair of heartbeats there was nothing. Then an explosion shredded the air and Silver instinctively covered her head. After a moment, she looked around the bench again. Hard Eyes was on the ground, bleeding profusely from all the shrapnel lodged in his head, neck, and shoulder. She couldn’t even tell if he was still alive. Burn Scars was slumped against the wall looking dazed, and Silver was pretty sure she could still see the zabrak’s boots lying prone in the same place as before.

Now or never. Gripping Sparkles tightly, she abandoned her spot behind the bench and charged full-tilt for the hanger entrance. Her path took her directly toward a durasteel crate Corso had probably been using for cover. Rather than skirt it, Silver planted one hand atop the crate and smoothly vaulted over it--

--which turned into a less than smooth landing as pain seared through both her chest and leg and the sharp crack of twn blaster bolts echoed from roughly where she’d left the zabrak.

So. Not unconscious, was all she could think as she hit the ground with a yelp and rolled, her head smacking the floor. She heard Corso swear even as his hand settled on her arm and dragged her into the safety of his cover. “Kriff,” she panted, wincing in pan as her hand curled against her side. “Frangin’ hell. Be a dear and finish them off for me, will ya?”

Corso peeked around the wall and snapped off a few shots, ducking back at the return fire. “They’re dug back in, Sil. An’ you don’t look good. We need to get you outta here.”

“Corso, they’re gonna tag my frangin’ ship!” Silver hissed. “They do that, the transponder codes won’t matter. I don’t want them comin’ after us again in a couple months cuz they think we still have whatever the kriffin’ hell they’re after!”

“What if we do?” he shot back, firing blindly around the corner. “What if they’re after you?”

She snorted and regretted it. Stars, it felt like her ribs were on fire. “Sure, Imp bounty hunters workin’ in Pub space. That’s a worthwhile risk.”

“I’ve seen the bounty on your head, sweetheart,” Corso drawled. “It absolutely is.”

“Oh.” Silver leaned her head back against the wall. “All the more reason to kill ‘em...” Talking hurt, and she let the words trail off.

“Sil?” Corso nudged her with his boot. “Sil.”

She barely found the energy to groan.

“Damn it!” There was the sound of rapid blaster fire, and then a yelp-thud from roughly where Silver remembered Burn Scars being. “Akaavi!” Corso hollered, his arms sliding around her shoulders and under her knees. “See if you can take care of the last one!”

Silver missed Akaavi’s reply, her head lolling against Corso’s shoulder as he picked her up and lit out for the Angel’s boarding ramp. Her head hurt. Hell, all of her hurt. She closed her eyes and held on to Corso’s shirt.

“Sil? Stay with me, darlin’.” Corso pressed a kiss to her forehead as the clank of his boots against the floor underscored his worried tone. “Almost there.”

“Mmm,” she managed as he paused to hit the controls that opened the medbay door. She could feel the vibrations of Angel warmed up and ready. “Make sure... Guss... did it right....”

“I will,” Corso promised as he settled her on the narrow medbay cot. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Be right back.”

“Mmhm.” Silver forced her eyes open as he left the room, and groped for the emergency restraints on the bed. A whimper escaped when one of the straps rubbed the wound in her side, but that was better than landing on the floor when Corso took off. Hope we got enough fuel...

The vague sound of Akaavi yelling, “Go!” reached her, followed by the shift of Angel’s engines ratcheting up, and Silver finally let the darkness win.

>>.<<

The engines had settled into the steady background drone of hyperspace when she came to. The air smelled of kolto and singed flesh, causing her nose to instinctively wrinkle. “...Tell me that moof-milker’s worse off’n me.”

“That moof-milker’s worse off’n you,” Corso said obligingly. His voice was oozing with relief. “Welcome back, sweetheart. You’re not s’pposed to scare me like that, remember?”

“I seem to recall the opposite,” Silver countered, opening her eyes. “I promised to insure you never had a borin’ day again. Ikeep my promises.”

“Maybe in the future, find ways to keep ‘em that don’t involve nearly gettin’ yourself killed.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “No promises. What the frangin’ hell were they after, anyway?”

“Us, I suspect.” The quiet comment was underlaid by the hum of a diagnostic scanner.

Silver turned and saw Kel, brow drawn in a slight frown of concentration as he studied the scanner’s readout. He glanced up at her as he continued, his clipped, precise accent adding extra weight to his words. “The Empire doesn’t look kindly on deserters.”

Silver blinked at him, leveraging off Corso’s arm to try and sit up. “Either I hit my head a lot harder’n I thought, or you just said you’re Imp.”

“Former,” Kel corrected calmly, his accent noticeably less pronounced. “S- Ezi and I are defecting.”

“Doesn’t the military usually handle that? And why’re you takin’ care of me instead of Guss?”

“Only if you have some kind of valuable intel they want, and I volunteered to patch you up. I was my squad’s medic, so my knowledge in the field is slightly more extensive than your Mon Cal’s.”

“He didn’t mind, Sil,” Corso piped up. “Guss said he ain’t used to stuff bad as you got, anyway.”

“But I’m all patched up?” she probed, glancing between Corso and Kel. Her head still hurt, but everything else had faded to a dull ache.

“Sufficiently to make it to Naboo, yes,” Kel said with a nod. “But you should be more careful, Captain. And when we land you should see a doctor.You have good equipment here, but it does have its limits.”

“I’m sure I’m fine...” Silver grumbled under her breath.

“Sil. Just for a check, make sure there’s no surprises waitin’ for us down the road?” Corso said, tone cajoling.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s what you said after Darmas gave ya a concussion,” he countered.” An’ ya weren’t. Please? For me?”

“Oh, you fight dirty, Riggs,” she huffed.

He grinned and kissed her forehead. “Learned from the best.”

>>.<<

Since there wasn’t much else to do for the rest of the trip, Silver agreed to stay in bed and let Corso handle piloting--on the condition she got to hear Kel and Ezi’s story.

They obliged on the counter-condition she got the short version. Born to a moff, raised in the heart of the Empire, patriotic and loyal as could be wished. The first cracks hadn’t appeared until a couple years into Kel’s military service, when a woman who had gone through medical certification with him defected. “They simultaneously tried to cover it up and... investigate the loyalty of any who had worked with her. That’s when I began to question.”

Unbeknownst to Kel, his sister had started doubting at nearly the same time. “I wasn’t anything special; just general infantry, but even with that limited experience, things weren’t sitting right with me; orders we were given, orders we were told to ignore... it made me wonder.” Ezi shifted in her chair. “That first time we had coinciding leave.... it took us almost three days to admit something was bothering us. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and dragged Av- Kel somewhere private to confess. Once we both came clean, it was a matter of figuring out how to leave without implicating or tipping off our parents.”

“It took almost a year,” Kel picked up, absently cracking his knuckles. “We were kind of stuck, and stumbled across Jon-” he winced. “Jay completely by accident.”

“You two ain’t good at the name thing, are ya?” Silver said with a smile.

“Why do you think we don’t talk much?” he replied wryly. “We’ve been Avrin and Saskia our whole lives. Do you think you could just start calling someone in your family by a different name after more than two decades? Kel and Ezi haven’t been to slip into, but we’re working on it.”

“You make a very good point,” Silver conceded, rubbing the general area of the synthskin patch on her thigh. The blaster burn underneath itched something awful. “I don’t think I could swap just like that. But movin’ on with your story?”

“There isn’t much more to it,” Ezi shrugged, tuckign her hair behind her ear. “Jay works for the Republic and has some underworld connections, at least on Denon. So he got us forged identification papers and covert transportation from Ziost to Denon, where we holed up until he found someone who could get us away from there.” She gestured toward Silver. “You came along and here we are.”

“And the bounty hunters came from where?” Silver hinted. “An’ how d’ya know they’re after you?”

“I peeked out,” Ezi said sheepishly, waving off her brother’s brewing protest even as he opened his mouth. “Once your crew was returning fire. I recognized the woman. They are--or were, rather--part of Krath’s Fangs, an elite mercenary company our father used as personal security. I don’t know how they found us, because we were positive no one knew we were on Denon.”

“However they found us, they’re dead now,” Kel said. “And we should let Captain Riggs rest, Ez.”

She nodded. “Sure. Thank you for getting us out, Captain. I’m sorry you’re paying such a price for it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Silver assured her. “I’ve had worse days.” Not by much, but I have.

Ezi didn’t really look like she believed her, but didn’t argue the point, either, instead following Kel out of the medbay.

>>.<<

They arrived on Naboo on schedule and without any evidence they were being tracked or followed. Kel and Ezi thanked Silver “and really, your whole crew” profusely one last time before leaving to met the contact who was going to help them settle in, Ezi still carrying the gizka.

After the brother and sister were out of sight, Corso turned to Silver. “Alright, Captain, I believe you promised to go see a doctor when we landed.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Silver huffed, leaning against him to keep weight off her bad leg. “There’s gotta be a lot of doctors on Naboo, though; gonna take a while to find-”

“Here.” Corso grinned as he held out a datapad. “Took care of it while we were en route. You’re seein’ Dr. Stella Viks in an hour.”

Silver blinked as she took the datapad. “You-”

“-were expectin’ you to worm out of it, yes.” He was still grinning, damn him. He knew her entirely too well. “I worry about you, Sil, an’ wanna be sure you’re okay.”

“Well, I guess I can appreciate that,” she conceded with false reluctance. “Come with me?”

“Course.” He tugged gently on her ponytail. “Love ya.”

“Love you, to.”

>>.<<

Dr. Viks’ office was professional and neat--enough so to make Silver fidgety. She felt as if disturbing anything could quite possibly get her arrested or something. Irrational, yeah, but she couldn’t help it. It was a relief when her name was finally called and she headed back to one of the exam rooms, Corso firmly in tow. She wanted to say she wanted him there so when the doctor confirmed she was fine, it would be that much easier to rub in his face, but there was a nervous twist in her gut that belied the thought.

Dr. Viks was waiting when they reached the room. “Ms. Riggs?”

“Captain,” Silver corrected automatically, then winced apologetically. “Sorry, habit.”

“That’s alright,” Dr. Viks assured her, gesturing for them to take a seat. “There isn’t much here.” She set down the datapad she’d been reading. “If you prefer Captain, then Captain it is. What’s the reason for your visit today?”

“We got in a bit of a shootout with some no-goods who were after our cargo at our last stop, an’ my husband wanted me to get checked over by a doctor. Make sure the patchin’ up I got was good enough,” Silver explained, squeezing Corso’s hand.

“Smart man,” Dr. Viks said with a smile. “What injuries do you sustain in this shootout?” She turned on and started calibrating a fancy-looking scanner as she listened to Silver’s reply.

The redhead paused for a beat before reeling off, “They winged m’ shoulder, got me good in the side an’ leg, and I banged my head pretty hard when I hit the ground.”

“Noted,” Dr. Viks nodded, and began her examination, a combination of using the scanner and physically checking the injuries Silver had mentioned. “Whoever patched you up did a good job,” she commented. “They must’ve had some training.”

“Former army medic,” Silver said, biting her lip as the doctor’s fingers ran over the goose egg above her ear.

“That would explain it.” The scanner beeped and Dr. Viks examined the screen. “Alright. Everything looks fine... there are the injuries you mentioned, but they’re all healing nicely. The bump on your head is the extent of it; there’s no deeper issues there.”

“Then what’s with the feelin’ sick and losin’ her balance?” Corso asked. “I mean, there was a little after Hutta, but y’know, Hutta’ll do that to ya. It’s been worse the past couple days, so I thought for sure it had to do with the bump on her head.”

Silver huffed. You’re being overprotective again. “I told you that’s nothin’ hon. Hutta swamp water an’ Guss’ cookin’- what?”

Dr. Viks was looking at her in amused surpprise, gaze flicking to the scanner screen as she formed her next sentence. “You didn’t know you’re pregnant, Captain?”

Silver and Corso’s hands tightened on each other til their knuckles were white, Silver’s free hand instinctively pressed against her stomach. She blinked at the doctor, trying to process, to breathe.” I... did not. How... How far along...?”

“About ten weeks, from the look of things,” Dr. Viks replied. “This isn’t really my area of expertise. I can take care of some basics, since you’re here, but you really should find a doctor who specializes in obstetrics. I can give you some names on Naboo, if you like, or you can use the holonet to find one on your home planet, if you prefer.”

“We’ll do the latter, I guess,” Silver mumbled, still shellshocked in the best possible way. “But if you could tell us if it’s healthy....” I was pregnant on Corellia. The utter chaos of her war-zone exploits flashed through her mind and she very nearly panicked. “Make sure I haven’t screwed it up?”

Dr. Viks chuckled and nodded. “Of course.”

As the doctor adjusted settings on the scanner, Silver finally turned to look at Corso. His expression was mix of looking like someone had smacked him in the gut with a power prybar and pure, unbridled joy.

She cleared her throat. “So, I’m guessin’ this is okay with you?”

Corso opened his mouth and tried to start a sentence twice with no sound coming out before giving up. He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her soundly instead. When he finally pulled back to put the barest distance between them, he whispered hoarsely, “What do you think?”

Silver smiled and brushed his cheek with her thumb. “I think you’re gonna be a great dad. And if you smile any wider, you’re gonna rip your face in half.”

He chuckled as they both sat back. “Can’t have that.” He reached over and rested a hand on Silver’s belly. “Gotta be there for my kid.”

Once Dr. Viks had the scanner properly adjusted, it didn’t take long to confirm that the baby was perfectly fine--a minor miracle, far as Silver was concerned. “Do you want to know girl or boy?” Dr. Viks asked.

Silver looked at Corso, saw matching uncertainty in his eyes, and shook her head. “Not right now. We can’t unlearn it once we know, so we should prob’ly be sure first?”

“I understand completely,” Dr. Viks assured her, powering down the scanner. “Unless you have any more questions for me, I think we’re all done.”

“Nope, I’m good.” Silver slid her hand into Corso’s and gave it a squeeze. “’Sides, we have a lot to talk about. Thank you for all your help, Doctor.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” Dr. Viks said with a smile. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Silver said, slightly dazed as reality started sinking in, but still unable to stop grinning.

>>.<<

They spent the entire trip back to the Angel in silence, and didn’t say a word until they were back in their cabin.

“So...” Silver began. “You’re really okay with this?”

“Hell, yes,” Corso said fervently, pulling her into a hug. “Sil, you know how bad I want kids.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know if you wanted ‘em now or down the road a little,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of her head and moved them to sit on the edge of their bed. “I wanted ‘em when we got ‘em. Trust me, darlin’, I’m ecstatic. Is this... are you okay with this? You’re gonna be doin’ all the work.”

Silver laughed giddily. “Kriff, yeah. I love you, and any kids we have are gonna be so frangin’ awesome.” She paused for a second, rubbed one hand over her abdomen. “Guess I have to avoid runnin’ gun battles now, huh?”

“Yeah, I think it’s best to avoid shoot-outs of all kinds while pregnant,” Corso chuckled, kissing her forehead.

She grinned giddily again. “I’m pregnant. We’re gonna have a baby.” She gasped and shot to her feet. “I gotta call Tel! And my parents-” Her expression sobered. “D’you... wanna tell Rona? I know you two’re mendin’ fences...”

“Not sure if we’re there yet,” Corso admitted, squeezing her hand. “Go call your family, though. They’re gonna be so happy.”

She bent down for another kiss, her grin back when she straightened. “Tel getsta be an uncle. He’s gonna kriffin’ flip.” She paused on the way out of the room. “You can tell the rest of the crew while I tell him. If you want?”

Corso grinned as he stood. “Deal.”

That settled, Silver limped toward the cockpit to call her brother. Sure, this was going to change everything, but in the best way possible.

She couldn’t wait.

#queens fic #otp: space dorks #corso riggs #silver riggs #swtor #swtor fic

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Two for the Show...

Finally wrote up how my Cathar cutie Nya and @shimmer-like-agirl‘s sassy smuggler Shawnni met and became friends. Takes place before the girls and their fellas cemented their romances, and based on the ‘Fall of the Locust’ heroic on Taris where the girls really did meet and team up for the first time. Settle in, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride >~,^<

Nya knew Jorgan wasn't happy - that was par for the course - but he was going to start driving her crazy if he didn't stop tapping impatiently on his rifle. “They're helping us whether you like it or not Jorgan,” she informed him.

“Civilians. We're being assisted by civilians.”

He acted like Nya had told him to go lick a bantha's behind, the way he spat out the word, and she was tempted to if he didn't lose the attitude. “From what the captain tells me they're used to this kinda thing. In fact Devane said the last job she had...”

“Job?” Disgust was replaced by shock, “Don't tell me you hired mercs.”

“They're mercs, but I didn't hire them.” Didn't need to, Nya thought, Governor Saresh had already taken care of that.

Turns out the local Governor was so desperate to retrieve her missing security agent that she'd asked for assistance from anybody; now the standard extraction mission was open to any laser-brain with a blaster. So when Nya was in the cantina and overheard the smuggler mention 'the Locust', her instincts insisted she suggest teaming up. The sooner they got the agent out of there, the less civilians would be tempted to jump in half-cocked.

“This one might be a challenge, even for us. And better to have freelancers,” she assured him. “The less officers involved, the less chance of people finding out what happened with Tavus.”

“Still don't like it Blaze.”

“Not asking you to like it Jorgan,” she grumbled. “Just follow orders.”

“But asking civilians for help? Either they're going to get shot or get us shot.”

Nya puffed an exasperated breath upwards, raking her claws through her auburn mane. “You know, Dorne would probably be just fine with this. I can comm her to help. Meanwhile Spitfire's latrine could always use a good scrubbing.”

“Dorne?” He looked appalled, but she had a feeling it had more to do with the threat of latrine duty than the suggestion that she pull their new squad-mate for this task.

“Sure. I don't think she'd argue with me this much.”

He folded his arms and sighed. “In that case I'd better accompany you for this mission. I'm more familiar with your... tactics.”

“Ya know, the way you two bicker you sound like some ol' married couple.”

The playful words had the quarreling Cathar whipping around and Nya's rebuttal died on her lips when she saw a raven-haired woman closely followed by a taller man with tied-back dreadlocks. She could feel disapproval radiating from Aric, with a flowing red trench-coat and superior expression the smuggler looked the very embodiment of devil-may-care.

“Glad to see you could join the party Devane,” she said as she walked forward to shake the woman's hand.

“Glad to be invited,” the woman replied, “And didn't I tell ya to call me Shawnni?”

“Didn't I say be here twenty minutes ago?” Nya teased and both ladies laughed.

“Well I would've if Corso could'a picked a blaster sooner. Think he settled on Sgt. Boom-Boom.”

“Sgt. Boom-Boom? Seriously?” Nya clasped one hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter, while Shawnni's companion gave her an irritated look.

“Yup, he's got the all the muscle we need.” He patted the hefty looking blaster proudly, “Now this here is R-406 Heavy Sonic Disrupter. All original 'cept for a couple'a my own modifications.”

Nya caught Shawnni rolling her eyes and wondered how many times the captain had heard all about Sgt. Boom-Boom. Then the man looked down at the cannon in Nya's arms and whistled appreciatively. “Say now, she's a beaut. That one of the GT series?”

“You know your gear,” she replied, impressed that he recognized it. “GT-27, with a custom crystal.”

“Don't that affect the suspension field?”

“Had it reinforced, alusteel instead of trimantium.” She grinned as she stroked the cannon's stock. “I call her Big Mama.”

He let out another whistle and returned her grin. “Damn Captain, think I'm gonna like this one.” Thrusting out his hand he took hers and shook vigorously, “Sorry 'bout my lack of manners Ma'am, we ain't been properly introduced. Corso Riggs, pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise Riggs. First-Lieutenant Lanz,” She nodded at the reluctant Cathar behind her, “Speaking of manners, come meet our new partners Jorgan.”

“Temporary partners,” he muttered then stepped forward. “Sergeant Jorgan, Havoc Squad.” He gave Shawnni and Riggs a level look as he stood beside Nya. “Just so you know, I don't approve of civilians on missions like these. In my experience they tend to be more underfoot than useful.”

Corso bristled at the blunt words, but Shawnni just raised an eyebrow at the broad-shouldered Cathar. “Appreciate your candor Sergeant, but sounds like Red here is callin' the shots.” A slow smirk curved her full mouth, “'Course, there's always latrine duty if you don't wanna come.”

Nya heard Aric growl quietly and glided between him and the smuggler. “Save it people. There's better targets than each other, right?” She laid a warning hand on Aric's chestplate, “Right, Jorgan?”

He let out a small huff and nodded. Meanwhile it didn't escape Nya that Corso had stepped close to Shawnni.

“You know Captain, you don't need to go pickin' fights with the angriest lookin' thing you see.”

“Aww, no worries Farmboy. I got a feeling Red keeps him in line.” The brunette gave him a sultry smile, “'Sides, I betcha you could take him.”

To Nya's surprise Corso ducked his head and his cheeks flushed. “'Preciate the vote of confidence, but I'd rather not have to.”

“Fair enough,” she said lightly, then straightened her coat. “Well, that agent ain't gonna rescue herself. Whatcha say we get a move on?”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” grumbled Aric as they headed to the speeders and Nya patted his arm.

“Don't worry Jorgan. We've got this.”

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Getting to the compound wasn't too rough, Shawnni had enlisted some sort of stealth generator to skulk past the Locust's camp with Corso while Nya and Aric relied on their more mundane trooper training. Turned out the real fight was in the compound. The twisting tunnels were crawling with scavengers, and the Locust had prepared his men with turret blasters and a small brigade's worth of arms. Nya was thankful again that she'd enlisted the extra help as they powered through, and reminded herself that she'd owed Aric a big, fat 'I told you so'.

“On your right Devane,” Nya hollered as another scavenger rushed the smuggler.

The woman lashed out a blaster, firing in rapid succession, but the cutthroat's armor deflected the shots. She held her ground as he hurtled towards her and Nya was tempted to shoot the attacker. Suddenly Shawnni's boot flew forward, catching the scavenger square in the groin.

A groan from Aric vibrated Nya's earpiece as the assailant keeled over and Shawnni popped two quick shots into his skull. “And I thought your tactics were unconventional,” he muttered and Nya chuckled.

“See, I'm not that bad to deal with after all.” Ducking beneath the rounds, she dove behind the small energy shield Shawnni had created while Aric stayed back, protected by a stack of crates. “Alright, buddy moving. Cover me Jorgan.”

“Dammit Blaze there has to be a dozen of them.”

“So kill 'em for me Jorgan,” Nya chuckled again. “What are you good for?”

She heard another low grumble, but one, two, then three scavengers fell, picked off by Aric's rifle. The diversion allowed Nya to pull free a cryo grenade and lob it at the remaining cutthroats. It sent a spray of supercooled chemicals over the scavengers, freezing them in place, and she looked at Shawnni who gave her a quick grin.

“Gotcha one better,” she said, then tossed a grenade of her own. It detonated almost as soon as it touched ground, sending out a concussive wave that shattered the iced scavengers.

“Nice touch,” said Nya. “Any chance I can get a few of those?”

“We'll negotiate a trade when we wrap this up,” replied Shawnni, then she looked around. “Now where the blazes is...?”

A rowdy whoop filled the air and Nya raised her head in time to see Corso barreling up to one of the turrets. “Your man's gonna get himself killed,” she chuckled and Shawnni shook her head.

“Not if I can help it.”

The smuggler sprang up, unloading her blasters on the same turret, but the shielding seemed too resilient. Nya swung Big Mama free, shouting “Duck!”.

As soon as Shawnni yanked Corso to the ground Nya unleashed several plasma rounds into the turret. The base exploded in a hail of shrapnel as it collapsed on itself, the scavenger manning it hanging limp in his seat. With the sounds of battle silenced she turned around to check if there were any more scavengers. It seemed like they'd cleared the way, for now.

“You two okay?” she asked, slinging Big Mama back over her shoulder as the couple stood and brushed the dirt from their clothes.

“Now why'd ya have to go and do that?” Shawnni pouted at the Cathar, “Me and Farmboy had it.”

“It almost had you,” Nya gave her a toothy grin. “But next time I'll let you prove me wrong.”

“Good,” said Shawnni, then she pointed behind Nya. “Look out!”

A heavy hand landed on Nya's shoulder and she spun away, raising her blaster, then sighed when she saw Jorgan scowling at Shawnni. “Trying to get me shot Devane,” he grumbled while the smuggler smirked at him.

“Sorry, just in the habit of shooting anything that looks big and scary, and you...”

Her words were cut off as Corso placed his hand tactfully over her mouth and chuckled, “Sorry Jorgan.”

Aric acknowledged the apology with a shrug, then examined Nya with a critical eye. “Good show out there, Hotshot,” he murmured. “You holding up?”

“Nothing Havoc can't handle Big Guy. Looks like we've cleared a path, let's keep moving.”

“Roger Hotshot, just watch your step.”

Nya slipped her blaster back in its holster and readied Big Mama in case there were more surprises up ahead. She lifted her chin at Shawnni who nodded, but looked over at the larger Cathar curiously. Stepping forward, Nya noticed Corso took point with her, but oddly enough Shawnni fell in step with Aric.

“Got a soft spot for Red?” The smuggler asked, then snickered, “Or is that a hard spot.”

“It's not... I'm not...” he muttered, then let out a frustrated noise. “She's my CO, I'm supposed to watch her back.”

“Maybe,” she allowed. “But I'm wondering if it's 'cause you like the view.” Nya heard another groan from Aric and shook her head.

She quickened her pace and Corso sped up too, swiveling Sgt. Boom-Boom from side to side expertly. “What branch?” she asked quietly and he looked confused for a minute, then shrugged.

“Peace Brigade.”

Nya nodded, familiar with the civilian armed force. “Ever think of joining the real military?”

“Not for me Ma'am,” he quirked a quick smile at her, “Done enough fighting for others.”

“So what do you fight for now?”

His tanned cheeks flushed bright pink and when he shot an involuntary glance back Nya knew what fueled his battles. She smiled gently, pressing her finger to her mouth and he smiled back gratefully. Suddenly the sound of voices had Nya's ears perking up.

“Look lively people,” she murmured just loud enough to resonate through her mouthpiece.

Her movements grew more deliberate and Corso slowed to match her. Leaning in he whispered, “Don't hear nothin'.”

“'Cause you don't have these,” she chuckled, tracing the edge of her larger, pointed ear and he chuckled back.

“Got me there.”

The murmurs grew louder and Nya moved to the wall, sidling along it until she could peek around the corner. She was surprised to see a computer terminal filling one wall, guarded by a massive Trandoshan, and several cells nearby sealed off by force-fields. “Betcha that terminal controls the fields,” she whispered to Corso. “Just gotta get past big scaly.”

“Leave it ta me,” he replied, and before she could stop him he ran out from behind the corner yelling, “Hey Ugly!” The large lizard turned and started shooting at Corso, who hooted and dove behind a pile of sandbags. Popping up for an instant, he fired rapidly until Sgt. Boom-Boom made a loud 'CLICK!' and went silent.

Misfire! thought Nya, and she dashed from behind her cover into view of the Trandoshan. Letting out a shrill whistle, she drew its attention then ducked back, listening to blasts strike the wall close to her.

As soon as they paused she peeked out again, and saw the Trandoshan swinging its blaster from the sand-bags to her corner as if unsure where to concentrate its fire. Approaching bootsteps had her glancing back, then sighing when she saw it was just Shawnni and Aric catching up.

“Cover me!” she barked.

Sprinting out, she kept her blaster trained on the Trandoshan, laying down a suppressive fire. Her sudden aggressiveness had it focusing on her, but two quick tuck-and-rolls had her almost at its feet, closed enough to hear rifle rounds ricocheting off of its heavy armor. A sharp bounce up and she was able to knock the blaster from its claw with a kick, then it jerked back, a hole appearing between its eyes.

“We got 'em!” Shawnni shouted as the Trandoshan crumpled to the ground and Aric huffed.

“I got him,” the Cathar corrected. “That's my round in his brain.”

The smuggler gave him a cross look, seeming ready to deliver a stinging barb, but a groan from Corso had her mouth snapping shut as she rushed to him. “You alright Farmboy?”

“Eh, he winged me is all,” Corso groaned again as he lifted himself and Shawnni's hands fluttered over his shoulder where blood seeped from between his armor plates.

“This should help.”

Nya snatched a kolto pack from her belt and was about to administer it when Shawnni's rich blue eyes met hers, filled with concern. She handed over the pack letting the smuggler administer the cool green gel, and relief flashed across the smuggler's face as she teased him, “Can't be leavin' me yet Farmboy. Ain't caught that varmint Skavak.”

“Don't you worry Captain. I ain't goin' nowhere.”

While Shawnni tended to Corso Nya walked to the terminal. It didn't take long to find the sequence that disabled the force-field, which dropped with a loud hum. The source of the voices she'd heard earlier became clear when she spotted people occupying the bunk-beds in the cell. Still wary, she headed into the cell, then recognized Amillie from the holos preparing her for the mission as blue female twi'lek stood to greet her.

“You aren't a guard,” she said in Huttese, then looked past Nya to the body of the Trandoshan and nodded. “I wasn't sure my message got out... this is perfect. We have to finish the mission. We have to capture the Locust alive.”

Alive?! That was news to Nya. “Republic Specforce, ma'am. Slow down and start over.”

“We came here to capture the Locust – probably the galaxy's biggest scavenger. He uses a legion of droids to strip whole planets clean.” She started pacing, her lekku shaking in agitation. “Stopping the scumbag is important, but the real goal is to get control of those droids. 'Advanced' doesn't even start to describe them. The Republic could repurpose those droids for something useful – maybe even use them to help here on Taris. But only if we can convince the Locust to hand over control.”

“What's your plan for making that happen?” asked Shawnni and Amillie smiled.

“Judging by the explosions, you've made sure the Locust won't be leaving us – all we have to do is find him.”

Artillery boomed down the corridors and Amillie darted to a large conex just outside of the cell, glancing around the the corner. Nya and Shawnni exchanged a look, acknowledging that their presence hadn't gone unnoticed. “Guess we found him,” Shawnni muttered, and Nya nodded in agreement as Amillie ran back.

“Blast! All right, new plan: we make a diversion, you go for the Locust. He won't go down easy, but if anyone can take him, it's you.”

Leaving Nya no time to object Amillie signaled for her men to follow her and they ran to the other side of the conex, sliding through a gap between it and the wall. Shawnni drew her blasters looking all business as she gave Corso a solid nod.

“Stay with Amillie,” she ordered. “Who knows what kinda hornet's nest they're gonna pull down on themselves.”

He appeared reluctant, but nodded back before following the twi'lek. Aric tilted his head at Corso then glanced at Nya and she nodded as well. “Go, cover them. They may need help.”

“I should go with you,” he objected as he took a step towards her, but she held up her hand.

“They don't have any weapons, I do. 'Sides I'm trained for this, right.” She gave him a reassuring smile, but he still didn't seem convinced. “Look, civilians first. Once they're clear come back me up.”

“I should... just...” Disapproval still furrowed his brow, but instead of protesting further he groaned and he rubbed his hand down his face. “Just watch yourself, alright Hotshot?”

“Always do Big Guy.”

With time of the essence she sprinted to Shawnni who raised her eyebrows at the Cathar, and as Nya neared the metal container, she could feel the smuggler's eyes bearing down on her.

“You and Sergeant Grumpy, something there?”

Nya glanced back, tempted to fob off the smuggler. But her gut told her that'd only make the woman more persistent so she shrugged, “Ancient history.”

She wasn't sure what the smuggler saw, but something resembling sympathy flashed in the dark blue eyes. Still, she didn't push the issue, simply shrugging back as they both crept to the edge of the conex. Weapons at the ready, Nya heard Shawnni grumble, “Man's an idiot.”

She half-turned, her lip twitching as she peered at the woman, “I know that, but what makes you say it?”

“Anyone can see you're a catch Red,” Shawnni chuckled and Nya chuckled back.

“You too Devane.” They shared a smile before the stomping of boots drew their attention back to the corridor, then the grins vanished as if wiped clean.

Nya kept her breathing slow and steady, closing her eyes and listening. A whole squad of them, she thought, listening to the rustling bodies and thudding steps. No jostling, spread out for maximum coverage, these guys were pros. The steps grew closer, slower, more careful, the scavengers no doubt aware that something was amiss.

Suddenly there was loud scurrying and clapping. “Hey! We're over here, you junk-eating sons of slugs!” shouted Amillie. There were more rapid footsteps, this time moving away from Nya and Shawnni's position, and the ladies emerged from around the corner ready to fight.

A few guards remained behind, along with a towering Gen'dai and Nya rushed in, firing on them. Her shots rebounded off their heavier armor, but heavier armor meant less maneuverability, so she concentrated on diving between the men, yanking or pushing them off-balance. In the confusion their return fire was erratic, at times grazing each other.

Shouts and shots bounced off the stone walls, adding to the chaos, and Nya smiled as she managed to shove one guard into another, letting them knock themselves to the ground. Shawnni jumped into the fray, picking up on Nya's tactics with lightning speed. The smuggler definitely knew her way around a fight, her strikes short and to the point, her shots fast but methodical.

The Gen'dai stood back, watching his men getting attacked, but Nya wasn't surprised that he let his men take the brunt of the assault. Raising her blaster she aimed at him, and one of the guards lifted his rifle, thwacking her hand. The sudden throb in her wrist had her eyes watering as her weapon skittered across the floor, but she whirled around, anger fueling her movement as she rammed her other fist into the bridge of his nose, dropping him like a rock.

“Duck Red!” Shawnni called out and Nya crouched as something whooshed over her head. Staying low she slashed out with her claws, shredding the pants and shin of the guard who'd swung at her. His howl of pain rang through the air but he didn't fall, and when Nya looked up he was pointing his blaster at her.

“Ah don't think so!” The enthusiastic cry came only a split-second before a blur of armor and dread-locks crashed into the guard flattening him; back-up had arrived. Apparently Corso's injury didn't hinder him too much as he body-checked another guard who'd taken aim at Shawnni, and the smuggler graced him with a quick smile.

“Taking the shot!” The low bellow had Nya freezing in place as a rifle round pierced the throat of a nearby guard, and he collapsed in a heap.

Nya dove for her blaster, scooping it up and surveyed the scene as she stood. The guards were decimated while the Locust seemed amused, appraising the bodies scattered across the floor. Corso had moved over to Shawnni, staying close as the smuggler sauntered up to the Gen'dai.

“You know how you get a picture of someone in your head,” she quipped. “Never matches up when you meet them, does it?”

A low growl came from the tall alien as he raised his blaster, but it fell suddenly and he bellowed in pain. Grasping his side, Nya could see blood dripping down his armor and heard the familiar steps of Aric striding up beside her, his rifle trained on the Locust. “Target neutralized,” he stated, no small measure of pride in his voice.

“No, I do not die here,” the Locust's gravely voice rasped. “Not like this.”

“We're here to arrest, not execute,” Amillie spoke up. “And if you're willing to cooperate, we can offer a lot more than just a jail cell. The Republic wants to put your droids to work developing settlements, instead of tearing them down. Make it happen, and you'll get full profit sharing and a reduced sentence.”

Profit sharing? Reduced sentence? The whole thing sounded too bureaucratic to Nya. Her eyes wandered to Shawnni, noting the smuggler looked as skeptical as she felt. It seemed like a sinking situation, especially when the Locust glared at Amillie, his amber eyes gleaming balefully.

“This 'offer' is gilded chains. I am the Locust.”

Amillie looked back at her men, then Nya. There was a desperation in the twi'lek's eyes, and Nya sighed in resignation, knowing how she could help.

She turned her thoughts inward, looking for a part of herself she seldom sought out, a part she usually denied she had. Once she found it she concentrated on it, then sent out a silent call directed at the Locust. His gaze turned to her, the amber depths uncertain then glazing slightly as she mentally nudged him. “You could become a powerful and respected ally of the Republic, instead of a hated pirate,” she said, trying to sound as compelling as possible.

“Besides, we can protect you from the relatives of the people you enslaved,” said Amillie and he finally nodded.

“Fine. Shall be your 'ally'. But to get my men under control... much time. Fighting may take long to stop.” His words were stilted, then he shook his head and his eyes cleared as they narrowed at Nya. “You were worthy opponents. I fail, but remain strong.”

“Whatever floats your speeder,” snarked Shawnni. He shot her a quick scowl, then allowed himself to be led off by Amillie's men.

“Taris is saved. A galaxy-wide threat ended for good. None of it would have been possible with out you,” said Amillie, as she approached Nya and Shawnni. “I'll make sure the bounty on the Locust gets sent your way – plus a little extra from me and my team. We owe you our lives.”

The twi'lek let out a huge sigh, relief pouring from her, “Now, it's time we escorted our new 'ally' back to civilization. Thanks again – take care.”

As Amillie walked off, Corso clasped Shawnni by the shoulder and gave her a friendly shake. “Hear that Captain, we ended another 'galaxy-wide threat'.”

“Keep this up and we might have to raise our rates,” she chortled.

“So this is a regular thing for you two?” Aric's voice dripped sarcasm and Shawnni snorted.

“Nah, just in the habit of being in the wrong place at the right time... hey Red, you okay?”

Nya picked through the debris of the battle, shaking her head at the waste of life, and cradling her injured wrist to her chest. With her adrenaline waning she ready to find a med-droid and a stiff drink. “Yeah, Devane,” she grimaced, hearing the pain in her voice and cleared her throat. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Stubborn does not equal fine,” grumbled Aric. He strode to her, reaching out expectantly, and with a sigh she placed her wrist in his waiting hand. His thumb gently palpated the swollen area, and she bit back a hiss of pain as he clucked his tongue. “Not broken, but definitely took a beating,” he murmured, then gave her a teasing smile. “Didn't I say something about watching yourself?”

“I watched it get hit,” she chuckled weakly and he shook his head.

“If that were true, you'd have avoided it better.”

Out of habit he pulled loose a plate on her upper arm, injecting a pain stim, and she glanced at Shawnni. The smuggler's eyes flashed with glee and Nya shot her a withering look.

“So,” Shawnni sauntered over to the Cathar pair and draped her arm over Nya's shoulder. “Dunno 'bout you guys but after a job like that we usually catch a drink at the closest cantina. Whatcha say Red? Maybe even treat me and Farmboy to a round since we were so helpful?”

Despite the pain in her wrist and the disparaging eyeroll from Aric, Nya found herself nodding at Shawnni, “Sounds alright Devane.” She gave Aric a pointed look, “Hey, admit it. They were helpful, weren't they?”

“Fine, they were helpful,” he conceded. “Still think you should visit the med-bay before gallivanting off...”

“Oh lighten up Fuzzy, let the woman unwind,” chided Shawnni as she led Nya away with a wink. The larger Cathar's eyes widened and he groaned, then turned to Corso who gave him a empathetic shrug and smile.

“So Red, you know any cantinas 'round here that aren't total testicle festivals?”

“Gotcha covered Devane,” Nya laughed. “Lil' spot I found with strong drinks and constant huttball coverage.”

“Hutball? Never was a fan,” snorted Shawnni and Nya shook her head.

“Sacrilege, anyone can enjoy huttball. Just need some cold drinks, hot grub, and the ability to yell obscenities at a holo.”

“That I can do.”

The ladies chuckled together, strolling through the corridors, and Shawnni gave Nya an affectionate jostle. “Ya know Red, smooth as this went, think we should do it again sometime.”

Nya bumped her back with a smile. “You read my mind Devane.”

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