#female bounty hunter/torian cadera

[and-the-paradime-shifts]

Thank you so much for all the reblogs of my fic!

Of course!!!!! I absolutely love it!!’ Torian and the BH is my favourite romance in swtor and your writing is so good! It deserves to be spread!!!!!

[lonewolfel]

Attack of Zakuul: Chapter 9

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Inspired by this post on Tumblr by @bluezeri

Thexan looked around at the planet. The large trees and the wooden walkways were primitive, yes, but incredible. There was nothing like them in Zakuul. 

Thexan looked over at the Jedi. Onorshash was clearly still unhappy about this mission. Thexan had mixed feelings about this. Slavery was barbaric and was completely wiped out in Zakuul so he couldn't blame the group for wanting to destroy a slavery corporation's facility. Though Onorshash was right as well they had too many enemies already.

The group was met with a large wooden gate. Honestly, Thexan couldn't see how that would stop anyone from entering. 

"Jedi," Ciece said. Onorshash took a step forward and outstretched a hand. In response, the wood began to splint. She then clenched her hand causing the wood to become nothing but crushed and splintered p]eaces of wood that fell harmlessly to the walkway. This created a hole for the group to walk through. 

Alarms began to blare. Thexan reached for his lightsaber only to be reminded that he didn't have it. He was walking into a battle without a weapon. Onorshash was the same but she didn't seem nervous not to mention in their last battle she barely used her lightsaber. Red blaster bolts flew through the air. 

"Don't use fire. We don't want to risk setting the entire place on fire." Onorshash called out. There were a couple of groans but no one voiced any arguments. 

Some Czerka enforcers rushed forward with vibroblades. Onorshash responded quickly sending a wave through the force knocking the enforcers off their feet. Despite that, they kept coming. 

Onorshash kept using the Force to push back the attackers. Thexan wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He wasn't strong in the Force as the Jedi but he also didn't have a weapon to fight. 

A few enemies managed to escape the waves of the Force Onorshash sent out. They rushed towards the group and Thexan intercepted them. He knew some hand-to-hand combat and with an increased strength that the Force could grant him, he might be able to overcome some of them. 

Thexan dodged the attacks and even managed to grab one of the vibroblades. It was awkward and clanky not nearly as balanced as his lightsaber but it would work. Blood sprayed around him and metal clashed together. 

"The door is closing!" Onorshash cried out. Thexan looked over and saw that the large metal door to the building was in fact closing. He doubted that there was another way to get in definitely without a lightsaber to cut it open.

The distraction allowed Thexan's attacker an opening. They managed to strike a blow on his arm. He turned around growling and through the attacker with the Force. 

"Time to move out!" Ciece ordered. The blaster-wielding teammates came out of their hiding spots and began to move forward still shooting and dodging. 

Thexan joined them along with Onorshash they began to move forward. Onorshash pushed back the enemies with the Force while everyone but Thexan shot them. 

They were almost at the door. Though the door was closing fast. It was only a meter above the floor. Onorshash stopped and reached out through the Force. The door abruptly stopped closing with loud creaks and wines of the machine.  

The non-Force users quickly rushed through the door. Thexan paused. Onorshash remained frozen in place in deep concentration. Her feet dug deep enough into the platform that the wood was beginning to splinter and crack. 

Thexan without thinking grabbed the Jedi and rolled both of them under the door before it closed. Onorshash was gasping for air. The green skin of her face was a brighter shade. Ciece began to laugh.

"That's one way to get in. Never thought that I would be grateful for a Jedi." Ciece chuckled. The Wookie let out a laugh as well. 

"Let's blow this joint, Cyar'ika." Torian said. Ciece gave a Kath hound grin that made Thexan uncomfortable. 

Both Thexan and Onorshash got to their feet. Onorshash swayed a little bit but managed to steady herself on her own quickly. They moved through the hallways. Whenever they reached Czerka guards Onorshash pushed them back and knocked them out. The Mandalorians placed detonators along the wall. 

"Alright last one. Then we blow this joint and get drunk." Ciece said. The Wookie growled his agreement.

"More Czerka guards are heading our way," Onorshash said. The Wookie growled something that Thexan didn't understand. Onorshash shook her head.

"Thirty at least. Too many to fight certainly with the detonators running the risk of going off with all of us caught in the crossfire." Onorshash explained. All of the Mandalorians cursed. 

"Any chance we can escape without drawing fire?" Thexan asked. Onorshash bit her lip.

"Slim but it's our best bet," Onorshash responded.

Onorshash began to lead the group through hallways. Through various hallways with no enemies. Soon they were met with a thick metal door. 

"I'll get the door," Ciece said. They rushed over to the terminal and began to slice into it. Onorshash turned around from the door. The Force rippled around her. Footsteps began to approach the group.

"Keep working on the door," Onorshash said. A large group of Czerka employees rushed into the area. Some with blasters others with vibrobades.

Both Force-wielders met the vibro-wielding enemies. Thexan met each blade with his own. Onorshash created shields and pushed back enemies with the Force. The Wookie and Torian blasted at the enemies. 

"Watch out!" Onorshash cried out. She pushed Thexan out of the way and a golden shield surrounded him. A loud boom sounded signaling that a grenade had just gone off. Onorshash let out a groan of pain and the gold shield vanished.

"Got it!" Ciece called out. They began to help fight back against Czerka. "Let's go we've overstayed are welcome."

Thexan looked over towards the Jedi. Onorshash was on her knees. Her robes were smoking and burning. There was the slight smell of burns and blood. Shrapnel from the frag-grenade was piercing various parts of her body along with cuts. The burns were the most prevalent in her legs. 

"Are you alright?" Thexan asked. Onorshash tried to stand only to collapse. 

"We need to go," Onorshash said. The Wookie picked up the Jedi and began to head out of the building. 

Torian activated the detinators as they escaped. They rushed back to the ship. Yezese greeted them. 

"Job done?" Yezese asked. 

"Czerka will be rebuilding their operation for a long time," Ciece said. Torian wrapped his arm around the bounty hunter. The Wookie set down the injured Jedi. The Wookie said something to the smuggler.

"'Ake her ta medbay, Bowdaar." Yezese said. The Wookie did as she said. Thexan watched him take the Jedi away.

"Relax, she'll be fine," Ciece said. Thexan turned towards them. They somehow already had a drink in their hand. 

"I'm not worried." Thexan shot back. The Mandalorian snorted at that.

"Sure." Ciece dismissed.

~~~

Thexan walked into the medbay. It was small but well stocked which wasn't surprising considering it was a smuggling vessel. 

Onorshash was laying in the medbay bed reading something from her datapad. Her legs were wrapped and her cuts were covered.

"Hello." Onorshash greeted without looking up from her datapad.

"How are you?" Thexan asked.

"Good, I'm healing nicely," Onorshash answered. Thexan stood there in the doorway. He had something to say he just wasn't sure how to bring it up. A moment of silence passed between them. "Though you didn't come here just to ask my health."

"Why did you do that?" Thexan asked. Onorshash put down her datapad.

"Do what?" Onorshash asked.

"Save me. Push me out of the way and shielded him only to take the hit yourself." Thexan elaborated.

"Despite what you believe I do care about you. I think of you as a friend. I protect my friends." Onorshash explained. 

Thexan didn't know how to feel about that knowledge. No one would have done that for him, in fact, he could hardly even imagine Arcann doing this for him. He was technically her enemy and yet she kept laying down her life for him. 

Onorshash knew nothing about him. Yet she felt she knew him well enough to call him a friend.

How did this make any sense?

Thexan decided that this was too much to deal with. He walked away. 

[haledamage]

World Building Whenever - Kade Mithal

I keep forgetting to post this for an actual World Build Wednesday, so we'll just call it World Building Wsaturday

B A S I C S

• Full name: Kade Mithal. That’s all, no middle name or anything. Though depending on her mood (and where she is in the story), she also goes by: 

• Kaden Rose (a favorite alias) • Kade Lok • Kade Cadera • Sometimes also will put “of Clan Lok” or “of Clan Cadera” at the end of her name, to represent her adoptive clan/husband’s clan respectively • Briefly experimented with Kade Bradensdottir, for memorial purposes, but it didn’t stick • Her callsign is “Shrike”, because cute and tiny but deadly

• Gender:  female, in a “I don’t know, I just work here” capacity. doesn’t care what people assume she is

• Sexuality:  pansexual

• Pronouns: she/her, but also any

O T H E R S

• Family: birth family unknown; Mako, adopted sister; Braden, informally-adopted father (deceased); Artus “Mandalore the Vindicated” Lok, adopted father (deceased); Torian Cadera, husband; Hana and Rin, daughters; Jayin, son. Another kid on the way, gender/name unknown

• Birthplace: unknown (Coruscant, presumably, since her first memories are there)

• Job: Bounty Hunter, “Acquisitions Specialist”, Commander of the Alliance

• Phobias: no major phobias that I can think of. A few deep-seated fears (loss, mostly, specifically of losing her family), but I don’t know that I’d call that a “phobia” as such

• Guilty pleasures: gardening. I wouldn’t call it a “guilty” pleasure, but it is one she keeps a secret. Ruins her tough-guy image

M O R A L S

• Morality alignment: Chaotic. Chaotic good, I think? Maybe chaotic neutral. But definitely chaotic

• Sins: lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath 

• Virtues: chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

• Introverted/extrovert

• Organized/disorganized

• Close-minded/open-minded

• Calm/anxious

• Disagreeable/agreeable 

• Cautious/reckless

• Patient/impatient

• Outspoken/reserved

• Leader/follower (no preference/inclination one way or the other)

• Empathetic/unempathetic

• Optimistic/pessimistic 

• Traditional/modern

• Hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

• otp: Kade/Torian. Pretty much love at first sight for both of them, though I think he fell a little faster.

• ot3: Kade/Torian/Rass. I have many thoughts about this, but they’ll have to wait for their own post. May end up making this their new canon, haven’t decided yet.

• brotp: Kade & Mako. Torian may be the love of her life, but Mako is her true soulmate.

• notp: Kade/Tarro Blood, obviously. If she could, she’d resurrect him just to kill him again. Other than that, besides the obvious like Skadge or Valkorion, none I can think of

[legofanguy]

My Star Wars the Old Republic characters

Karocelyn, female Rattataki Jedi Knight Sentinel. Her love interest is Theron Shan.

Kosheiro, male Cathar Jedi Consular Shadow.

Grexor, male Nautolan Trooper Commando. His love interest is Elara Dorne.

Eiohiro, male human Smuggler Gunslinger. His love interest is Akaavi Spar.

Toriaka, female Zabrak Sith Warrior Marauder. Her love interest is Lt. Piece.

Rumahasin, female Sith Pureblood Sith Inquisitor Sorcerer. Her love interest is Andronikos Revel.

Nakazukim, female Mirialan Bounty Hunter Powertech. Her love interest is Torian Cadera.

Mi Yaza, male Chiss Imperial Agent Operative. His love interest is Raina Temple.

[amons-hat-enthusiast]

Two months late lol

tag 9 people you want to get to know better‼️

I was tagged by @certified-anakinfucker and @borealtwilight Thank youuuu! :D

Alright, let's do this!

First ship: Alfred Hedgehog x Camille Wallaby from The Mysteries of Alfred Hedgehog (I was third grade lol)

Three ships:

Lana Beniko x female Sith Inquisitor (swtor)

Torian Cadera x female Bounty Hunter (swtor)

Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn x female Warrior of Light (ffxiv)

Last song: Parni Valjak - Ljubavna

Last movie: Teen Wolf: The Movie (I was a huge Teen Wolf fan in like 7th grade and I was curious what they did with the movie)

Currently reading: Anatomy of domestic mammals (I'm preparing for anatomy exam 🥲)

Currently consuming: Nothing, I'm stuck in a boring af lecture at uni 🥲

Currently craving: Food, coffee, ANYTHING

Tags: @space-unicorn-dot @starwers @firecatwashere :)

[burnouts3s3]

The Female Bounty Hunter and Torian Cadera Romance in SWTOR

[ask-the-almighty-google]

BERAOA KA’RA

Gameplay Movie:

Aliases: Ber, Starstrider, The Champion of the Great Hunt

Date of Birth: 14 BTC / 2,667 BBY (24 at start of game)

Gender: Female

Species: Miraluka-Human Mandalorian Hybrid (75%-25%)

Home Planet: Alpheridies

Affiliations: Mandalore, Clan Ka’ra, Clan Cadera

Class: Bounty Hunter

Discipline: Scoundrel

Role: DPS

Significant Other: Torian Cadera

Primary Companion: Mako

Preferred Weapons: Blaster Rifle with a purple-black color crystal, Scattergun, and Bes’Bev (Mandalorian flute made of Beskar with a sharpened end) for close combat

Outfit: (Infamous Bounty Hunter’s Armor Set), Beraoa has a rough-and-tumble traditional Bounty Hunter armor set with Mandalorian attributes featuring heavily due to her adapting her Human Mandalorian Grandfather’s armor. She wears here helmet full-time in public and only removes it in private to hide the fact that she is a Miralukan, also optimizing the helmet’s sensors to tell her descriptive detail of her environment such as textures, materials, colors, etc. Even though the armor was her Grandfather’s, she has added her own flair by dyeing it in bright and deep rich reds mixed with some of the true grey. Her utility belt has several types of grenades attached to it, as well as her favored Bes’Bev. Like most Miralukans who leave their homeworld, Beraoa sports a visor over the dents where her eyes should be. Hers is a simple metal band that slips over and around her ears, obscured by her hair.

Species Traits: Beraoa is 3/4 Miralukan. Miralukans are a near-human species and do not possess eyes. Rather, they have evolved to use the Force to see and sense their surroundings, leading to precognition and the ability to act as if they have “proper” sight. This ability also allows them to “see things” the vast majority of species cannot, including an individual's emotional state and - for the trained eye and untrained subject, one’s alignment with the Force. Miralukans lack eyes entirely, having smooth dented skin sockets that is often covered by visors when interacting with sighted species in the galaxy to minimize discomfort. They have tanned skin in the Human range of colors as well as hair in the Human range of colors, and aside from the lack of eyes are physiologically very close to the Human base form.

Physical Characteristics: Beraoa has medium tanned skin with short, tufty hair. Her base color is dirty blonde, but she dyes it continuously either bright red or pink; often, the two colors can be seen together with a full base of one and the tips of her hair in the remaining other. There is also a thin scar on her chin.

Personality Traits: Beraoa's shy nature can often come off as brisk or combative, but she has a sweet personality reserved for those who earn her wary trust and get a peek under the helmet. Once earned, she is fiercely loyal to her friends and would do anything for them. There is also a great devotion to the memory of her later grandfather A'den in her desire to win the Great Hunt, and a continual striving to honor that loving memory of him in everything she does.

Associated Music: "Victoria's Secret" - JAX (https://youtu.be/F9K5IS-inHs?si=ifP-Xu_5Hq5aMfUV)

Trivia: While not Mandalorian by birth, Beraoa is Mandalorian in culture. She speaks the language fluently and is also a masterful Bes'Bev player; a skill she learned from her grandfather.

Personal Background: Beraoa was raised in a close-knit family on Alpheridies with her twin sister and grew up under the watchful eye of her grandfather - former renowned Mandalorian Bounty Hunter A'den “Starstrider” - and attentive ears of her loving parents. Both she and her sister reveled in her grandfather's stories of Mandalore and Beraoa, despite being a talented Force-Sensitive by the standards of her species, dedicated herself to the Mandalorian way of life. When her grandfather passed he willed her his armor, and while her sister went off to the Jedi Temple to train Beraoa set out into the Galaxy to make her mark as a Bounty Hunter. She met Braden shortly after and accepted his request to audition for the Great Hunt, as it had been her grandfather's youthful dream to become the Champion before he settled down with her Grandmother. After Braden was killed, Beraoa and Mako set out to win the Great Hunt for both her grandfather and for Braden.

Just Some SWTOR OCs…

DTEMA

Gameplay Movie:

Aliases: Tem, Barsen'thor, Sky Hunter

Date of Birth: 8 BTC / 2,661 BBY (18 at start of game)

Gender: Female

Species: Mirialan

Home Planet: Mirial

Affiliations: Republic, Jedi

Class: Jedi Consular

Discipline: Shadow

Role: Tank

Significant Other: None

Primary Companion: Qyzen Fess

Preferred Weapons: Double-bladed Lightsaber, green color crystal with black-green center

Outfit: (Tython Highlander Armor Set), Dtema wears rough-spun white linen with pale grey edging made of plant fibers. This is paired with simple matte tan leather gauntlets, belt, and gloves with metal fastenings.

Species Traits: Mirialans are an extremely agile and flexible near-human species with very heightened reflexes that make them extraordinarily fast. Their skin ranges from dark green to pale orange-yellow, and their eyes and hair colors fall along the typical human range with the addition of violet, yellow, orange, and red irises. A highly religious Force-zealous culture, their people mark major milestones with stylized tattoos.

Physical Characteristics: Dtema has vibrant green skin and nearly black dark green hair pulled into an elaborate bun and long braid that falls to the middle of her back, capped in gold thread. Her eyes are deep orange-red, and her tattoos frame her face along the cheekbones and cover also the center of her forehead and chin.

Personality Traits: Dtema manages to balance the expected decorum and reservedness of a Jedi Master with an impish and somewhat mischievous sense of humor. She Finds her duties as the Barsen'thor to be very fulfilling and is a patient, understanding teacher. These qualities make her an outstanding diplomat and, combined with her skills with a lightsaber, make her a deadly opponent both on and off of the battlefield. She inspires great loyalty in friends and courage in cowards.

Associated Music: “True Colors” - Glee Cast Version (https://youtu.be/qtkYB1nkiqE?si=LleUXqsbhnjfiF8K)

Trivia: Dtema is one of the youngest Jedi Masters to have a seat upon the High Council, and is the third Barsen'thor in the history of the Order. Her training was guided strongly by the Force.

Personal Background: Born into the Force-zealous culture of Mirial, Dtema showed great aptitude at a very young age and was taken to a Jedi Temple on-planet at the age of four. There, she trained and studied hard in the art of the saber, diplomacy, and mastering the Force. She became a senior Padawan by the age of fourteen and was apprenticed to an elder Knight. Her first Master was killed on a relief mission, and Dtema was assigned to Master Yuon Par on Tython at eighteen to complete her training. She was Knighted shortly after when it became apparent that the Force was working through her.

[qaashaa]

Until There Are No More Stars

(Expanded from the in-game reunion scene for BH/Torian - mild spoilers for KOTFE)

"Torian!"

The bounty hunter's heart stopped when Shae Vizla called His name. Frozen in place she couldn't even turn her head to look for him. Apprehension gripped her entire being in its icy fist. Could he truly be here? After all this time? For all she knew of Mandalorian culture, Torian could be an incredibly common name, and maybe the armored tread that she heard approaching from the doorway belonged to some other Torian, not her Torian. But then, Gault had said that he'd left to fight alongside his people. She’d desperately wanted to reach out, to scour every planet in the galaxy until she found her husband; search until she knew that he was safe, that he was still hers. Would he still be the kind, soft spoken, sentimental man she'd known? She longed for that fearless boy whose eyes were always kind, in spite of the scars he bore. Five years of war and uncertainty was a long time though, and she was well aware that conflict had a way of changing people. The bounty hunter squeezed her eyes shut, both in an attempt to drown out the wave of fears and questions, as well as to hold back the sudden surge of emotion that threatened to cascade over her cheeks and give her away. She was here as the leader of the Alliance, after all, here to assist their allies, and to secure the support of Shae and her Mandalorians. She couldn’t afford to crack now.

“Ridurr. Beloved.”

The husky voice came from barely a step away. He sounded shocked, breathless, as if the very sight of her had delivered a blow heavier than any she'd ever managed to land when they used to spar in the cargo hold of her ship. She choked back a sob, as she spun to face the man she'd married.

"Torian." His name felt almost foreign in her mouth after so much time apart. Even longer for him. She reminded herself. She had no real memory of most of the time that had passed while she'd been frozen in carbonite, but he had lived through every moment of it out here. "What are you doing here?" She felt foolish, as the words left her mouth. Of all the things she could have said in this moment, all of the things she'd imagined saying when she finally found him, that was what came out of her mouth first. "I know how long it's been, but I never forgot you" she screamed internally at the mundanity of her words. This was the man she had been desperately longing for, from the moment she emerged from the carbonite. This was the husband she couldn't bear to consider life without. she reached for him, fingers finding purchase at the edge of his breastplate. She heard the clatter of his helmet hitting the ground, forgotten; heard the ringing clash of beskar as he met her advance, and swept her into a tight embrace, nearly lifting her off her feet. His lips met hers with the absolute inevitability of waves meeting the shore.

((Read the rest of the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37578958

Enjoy!!))

[crqstalite]

archives, atin’la. [ba’shira & mierrio]

atin’la: mandalorian for tough

evidently, ziost was not the first time mierrio and ba'shira met in dire circumstances. and clearly, would not be the last.

shorter chapter, originally intended to be a fun jab at ba’shira and mierrio’s past exploits together before ziost; instead became an insight into her and torian’s relationship. oops-

-

"Sith!"

Everything is moving too quickly for anyone to acknowledge what's going on outside their own two feet hitting the ground in rapid succession. There's nothing else to acknowledge other than their own two feet hitting the ground as they run for their literal lives.

For this alone, Ba'shira has already decided she is never visiting Makeb again, for a Sith's grand plan for repairing the mess their infighting (Ba'shira now knew why Mandalorians didn't really interact with Sith -- and would keep in mind to keep her distance next time one came knocking) had caused or otherwise. Considering the planet was about to blow it's top while they were still on it, there might not even be a Makeb to visit later down the line. Getting out of the drill shaft, where it's dark, dingy and falling apart on top of them is her first priority over everything else. Finishing the mission be damned, Katha, Cytharat and Marr would have to deal with failure if it meant she could see the light of another day.

Both Mandalorians are taking up the rear of their small party, that being them and the Sith Lord and her husband. How they'd gotten stuck together, she wasn't entirely sure. Why Marr had requested Nox's assistance with the technically Imperial world was understandable. Why the man (was he man under all that armor? She knew her and Torian's beskar'gam was extensive but at least they still knew they were human underneath it all) had hired her, was another mystery entirely. Great Hunt Champion or not, there was about a thousand reasons why she wasn't qualified to deal with a planet that was dying from extensive mining of some mineral or the other, and another thousand for why she deserved way more than just hazard pay for this job.

Hell, there weren't enough credits for this bantha dung of a mission.

Ba'shira is throwing a look over her shoulder every few moments to see whether or not the surviving Regulators had followed them through the shaft. Yes, she'd left them wounded and Nox had shocked them to oblivion and back but you never knew at the best of times. Humans, Zabraks, Rattataki, you name it, they tended to be way more resilient than expected.

Hearing the yelling in front of her, Ba'shira pauses for a moment to assess the situation, and she can see where the high, rock ceiling is coming apart before them, making the path to safety more and more perilous as the moments pass. There will be dings and dents in her beskar for days after this, and while it's an excuse to spend more time with Torian, she's afraid the metal won't continue to hold up under all the abuse it's taking. Or there won't be a her underneath it all to spend time with.

Riveting her gaze towards the nearly hysterical pirate in front of them, Nox had paused, turning to look at her husband with a confused and worried look in her eyes as she tries to make out what he says to her. Gaze darting around before falling on the issue in question, Ba'shira curses in Mando'a (means the translations have finally been sticking, exactly when she doesn't need them) and quickly realizes why Andronikos had yelled for her. A boulder is growing loose from the ceiling.

Nox has paused in exactly the right place to get crushed.

Nox herself looks up too late to do much about it, and her amber yellow eyes widen in fear before holding her hands up as if to protect herself. Sith were odd, but even she was sure that the woman couldn't keep the inevitable from happening. Essentially, Nox has paused for much too long, and Ba'shira groans and does the only thing she knows is right, even though it's sure to get her killed if she hesitates for even a moment. A running start as the boulder begins to fall, she activates her jetpack in a split second and blasts forward. Knocking the wind out of the Sith Lord and out of the way of the rock of death, dust gathers around them as the boulder falls, the shadow of the boulder growing larger and larger on the ground as the seconds pass. Nox has been pushed out of the way, and she's gearing up to blast her own way out. But, it's as if time speeds up, and she can barely getting a finger to the button before she sees the boulder out of the corner of her eyes.

The last thing Ba'shira sees is the woman skidding to the ground with a look of panic and confusion on her dirtied, pale face, and the yell of her name in Torian's voice over the rumbling of the groundquake as she tries her best to get up and run.

She can see the flash of tan as Torian runs for her, and all she can yell is a solemn, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar'ika."

Well, that would be a nice ending to her. A nice obituary for the underworld if she even ended up that popular. Least her last words wouldn't be obscenities. Torian would live on knowing he taught her something in Mando'a, as unteachable and insufferable as she was.

And in death, Sith couldn't bother her to go to unstable planets and fight their wars anymore.

-

Except, it seemed this Sith wanted to continue tormenting her for a bit longer.  Ba'shira can barely believe it herself, as she holds her breath, waiting for her body to black out. But she's still sore, and the beskar is heavy against her body.

Cracking open one eye, and then the other, she's in shock as she finds that the boulder is levitating just above her. She's not dead, at least not yet. The rumbling is still deafening around her, and the rock is just barely tapping the toe of her boot. A moment later, it lowers by just a millimeter again. She panics, thinking she's only cheated death for a few moments. She can't move, her whole foot is almost being crushed, she can't say anything in fear it'll bring her end about faster. All before it's being thrown to the side and she can see the extended cave again. A loud crash sounds and she instinctively rolls onto her side to block the worst of it hitting her front.

She's alive.

Ba'shira Cadera has finally crossed that off her bucket list -- cheating death. Mako would not believe it if they made it back in one piece. The Mandalorian woman is nearly hyperventilating at this point before she really registers that she's still breathing, that she's has all her limbs, that she's still alive.

She's in-between crying and laughing -- both out of being grateful for her saving grace (whatever it was) or chuckling at death's inability to finish the job. It's already bubbling up and out of her throat as she chucks her helmet off, and it clatters to the ground beside her while she sits up, hunched over. Running a hand through her sweaty hair, she blinks a couple times to get the dust out and tries to register her surroundings again. Torian comes back into view as she begins to remember she's not alone, and the Sith Lord and her husband looked genuinely relieved as the three of them come over to her.

That was new. Nox didn't seem to care for her safety as much as she did the pirate's, but if she had been the one to yank the boulder off her as the only force sensitive in the vincinty, she guessed she owed her life to the Sith now.

Fuck.

Her first concern is very much Torian (after she's come to this conclusion), he's taken off his own helmet and throws it down to hold his forehead against hers as they both throw their arms around the other. For a moment, he's the only thing going on in the world, no matter how hot they both are underneath their layers of armor or how close to death both of the came in the last few hours. It's as if she can't touch enough of him, trying to remind him that she's here and she's alive and that she's okay, "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur, Torian. I'm okay, cyar'ika."

There may be a chuckle she didn't catch, because he helps her up and a relieved smile crosses his face. If she can joke, she can breathe, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" He responds softly. Considering their current company, he doesn't make to kiss her, but instead is happy enough to squeeze her hand in his. She squeezes back before grabbing her helmet and holding it under an arm. It's dented beyond belief, and even being adopted into a clan, she's not sure where in hell to acquire more of the metal.

"Looks like whatever's going down now, we aren't leaving for a while." The gruff voice of the pirate snaps her back to reality as both of their allies approach them. They're still stuck down here, and by the defeated look on the Sith Lord's pale face in the dim blue light of the staticky communicator, they've lost com connection as well. It made enough sense during the quake, but if they're truly stuck down here, Ba'shira has a few ideas that would get out of there faster.

Rockets, mostly. But she could be persuaded otherwise. Missiles were always an option.

"Thank you though, for that. Y'know, risking you're life like that for her." Is his follow-up sentence. This is the first time they've spoken seriously since they met two weeks ago, and Ba'shira can see the relief written all over his face even if he attempts to hide it beneath the bravado and quick draw action he shows off to them. The Sith nods absentmindedly, her attentions clearly not with them right then, "You didn't have to nearly sacrifice yourself for her, but you did."

"'Course. Wasn't going to just let her die like that. I knew if I could, I should. And I did." She responds, "Know no one wants to go home without their wife. Wasn't going to let that happen to you. Are we really stuck here though?"

"The shaft has been cut off entirely. It'd take hours to blast through it, but if I could just--" the Sith looks to where they'd come from, and where the entrance had been before looking down at her hands. The woman is unnecessarily pale, and she clearly has a headache of some sort by the way she keeps blinking and rubbing her temples. Her husband cuts her off rather quickly.

"Sith, you're not pulling a stunt like that again. Corsha took a lot out of you, and you're not making your recovery any smoother by chucking rocks triple the size of you." He says sternly. Ba'shira considers making the note that the maybe 5"3 woman was going to be smaller than everything they come across, but holds her tongue. Now she's curious about this Corsha person, and wonders if someone had tried to kill her. If she's being honest, it wouldn't be surprising with her personality and reputation.

"Thankful for our lives, really. But if it's too much for you to even attempt that, Torian and I still have some firepower left over." She responds instead, considering that boulder could've made her a Mandalorian pancake had the Sith not overexerted herself and not feeling as bad about it now, "Might take a bit, especially with those monsters we encountered earlier depleting most of any weapons we have."

"Niar hasn't responded to our calls yet either. Figure she'll get a crew down here soon, but Cytharat was the only force user capable of something like that. It'll take ages for anyone to get through there with anything short of a firing crew." He says, confirming her worst suspicions, "We just gotta sit tight for a while until we can get in contact with anyone at this point."

"They wouldn't leave a Sith Lord to die down here. Me, maybe, Marr probably couldn't give less of a kriffing shit about me, but he wouldn't let her go. I say two hours, maybe three tops before we're home free." She says nonchalantly. Marr wouldn't let Nox die, maybe her enemies on the Council (if she had any, and maybe this Corsha person while they were at it) would, but she prays that by association she gets out of this as well. Ba'shira has debts she hasn't paid yet, and Mako, Gault, and Blizz would be hunted down by the Cartel if she didn't pay those back. Even through death, the Hutts always got their money back.

The Sith slumps against her husband only a few moments later, clearly out of it and exhausted. Ba'shira (and her two companions) originally assume she's really gone and kicked the bucket, but later she learns the woman had given birth only a few months earlier (Corsha was her first biological child and it had been a trying pregnancy for her, according to Andronikos. Ba'shira had also finally learned their names properly during this conversation) and had forced herself back onto the battlefield. Currently suffering from Force Exhaustion, no wonder she'd passed out, running a fever and breathing hard. Kolto couldn't exactly be administered in this situation except for minor scratches and injuries here and there, but their minimal supplies of water and rations are dealt out accordingly to deal with everyone's waning battle highs. They manage to do some damage, but other than trying to keep Mierrio and everyone cool, there isn't much else to do but wait as advised. Ba'shira can't even get in contact with the Mantis, and time ticks by on her chrono

Six hours. They spend six hours under all the rubble until they manage to loosen the rubble enough to blast their way out with the minimal assistance of another ground team with shovels (she wonders if she can convince the semi-conscious Mierrio to advocate for better recovery teams, they wouldn't have spent nearly as long in the tunnel if they had more than measly shovels). It goes about business as usual, though the Revels would be out of the operation for a day or two for the woman to recover her strength. Ba'shira's nearly sad to see her go, before also remembering that the woman was partially the reason she was here and the reason she had to cheat death to begin with.

As soon as they're back on solid ground, making to return to their lodgings for the evening, Ba'shira and Torian find themselves alone overlooking the mesas of Makeb, sun setting over the ridges as the cool wind blows by.

It'd be a pretty day, was she not still thinking about the incident from earlier that had been brushed off so easily by Niar and her team. Yet again, why Ba'shira didn't prefer working with Imperials. They never ceased to be frustratingly reclusive and apathetic at the worst of times. Sure Ba'shira had enough apathy to go around the whole crew twice, but still. She'd be way more concerned about her team's safety, especially considering she was on their payroll.

There's no ceremony, not anything preceding before they seem to both have the same idea at once. Taking each other in their arms once out of sight of any other Imperials, and kissing the other hard, as if they haven't seen each other in ages. If she's being honest, between being shot at, and being choked out by a Sith Lord, this has to be one of her worst near death experiences. Ba'shira had never been gung ho about saving other people, her own hide meant more to her than anyone elses', but she'd kick ass for her cyare's life. She hated being in tight spaces anyways, and that split second that she thought she was going to die there in a musty tunnel with two people she couldn't care less about and her Torian looking as if he wanted to save her himself set a panic in her. It wasn't just her anymore either, aside from her crew that she treated like family, Torian was the one man who honestly respected her not for how she looked, but how she fought and her personality.

And she had almost lost him.

Returning to their quarters that night, Ba'shira and Torian spend their time cleaning off their beskar and repairing what they can before the sun rises again. The new paint job she'd only gotten weeks before their mission to Makeb had come off in streaks and she cursed every time she found a grey area where the coloring had come off. The deep maroon and tangerine orange had been such a nice choice beforehand, but she'd been cheap just this once and had chosen a lower quality paintjob. The damage could've been worse, and she's glad there are only a few places she needs to get an armorsmith to bang back into place. The helmet, she'd have to go without until they were done with this planet, but Torian reassures her that he won't wear his if she doesn't wear hers.

Maybe it was time for a new color. Pink hadn't gone too well with the orange, but a coral color could go nicely with it. Orange, for a 'lust for life' and pink, for respecting someone. All things her cyare had told her, and sleeping against him that night, she's halfway in between regretting saving the wife and mother of two because of the distress she'd put him in, but at the same time glad because it meant she was upholding her code. There was no honor in leaving the woman to die if there was something she could do about it. While she was sure that even if she wasn't Mandalorian that he'd still care for her, she's happy she was able to find a medium between being one and being herself.

"Hey, Torian?" She whispers, late at night and laying on her side. He's still awake, if not blearily. His cyan blue eyes take a moment to focus on her, but when they do it's as if her body temperature has gone up a few degrees. Only one of the many reasons she married him, she would swim in his eyes for hours if she could.

"Somethin' wrong?" He asks, just as quiet. Ba'shira smiles, she wonders if she looks just as young as him, or whether he can tell what she's about to say.

"No, nothing's wrong, cyar'ika." She answers after a pause, "I love you."

He doesn't seem surprised though, the corners of his lips pulling upwards with a soft smile.  He gently pulls her closer, and presses a kiss to her forehead, before leaning his forehead against her's. Even without their helmets, it's a natural reaction to both of them now, "I love you too, 'Shira."

"Bet you're glad you taught me all that Mando'a now, huh?"

"Haven't started cursing in it yet. See that as a good thing." He answers, a smirk on his face as she rolls her eyes, "Remember you wanting to get me out of my armor first."

"Details, details..."

-

It isn't until nearly eleven years later that she meets the infamous Corsha Revel that had given her mother so much trouble the year after her birth. Given, she's missing her father and younger brother (she was not the youngest anymore, and Ba'shira was curious why Mierrio hadn't stopped with her if Force Exhaustion was so prevalent with her), but the girl is a fiesty thing. Her fiery personality reminds her immediately of the pirate and the Sith, and it's hard not to take her under her wing until Andronikos returns. Essentially, she handles the girl's shooting skills until her father takes over.

Gar taldin ni jaonyc. It was a phrase that Torian often reflected on that he thought was a good summary of his life. At first, he hadn't told her what exactly it meant, until he had after they'd allied with Tormen for good. "Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be", apparently. Until she'd met Corsha and Ronin, and really registered the people that they were, from the people who had raised them, she didn't fully understand the meaning behind the phrase. Later, she did.

Mandalorians valued family, legacies, maybe more than even the Sith did. Ba'shira had never been the type to want children, before Zakuul had attacked, her life plan was to get rich and then die rich. Kids be damned. Torian had never aired a concern to her that they were getting too old to have them, but she was coming up on her thirty first birthday, she's beginning to realize Clan Cadera is going to die with the last Mandalorians with the name.

Ba'shira's mothers had died long before they could've taught her anything useful about motherhood. Now, she was curious. Could her body even handle carrying a child to full-term after all the abuse she'd put it through over the years? Considering her own adoption in Mandalore's clan, she figured there wasn't anything against adopted children carrying on a Clan name.

Did she, Ba'shira Cadera, even want kids?

After Darvannis, seeing so many Mandalorians all in one place again, she thinks about it again. The Orchid had been no place to bring a child into the galaxy, with all the sharp edges and the Jawa with the sharp edges. Odessen in wartime wasn't really either, but the Revel children had quickly adapted to their new surroundings. They were also ranging in ages from thirteen to ten though.

A dark haired or blonde little boy or girl, running about an causing a ruckus alongside their parents. Or a Twi'lek, or a Zabrak, or a Chiss, or hell even a Pureblood if she's getting really crazy. Any kid of her's, biological or otherwise, would be loved.

Another day, she thinks, getting to her feet and readjusting her helmet, another day to think about these things. Can't catch a bounty if I can't see over my own two feet.

Another day won, for Clan Cadera.

[dr1f7w00d]

hey swtor wHY THE FUCK can I romance an actual man eating monster but I can't be gay with Torian

[and-the-paradime-shifts]

SO

I HAVE SWTOR THOUGHTS

Lately I’ve been having Thoughts™️ about my Alliance Commander OC (female Jedi Knight), Odalkayl getting yoinked by the Force and brought into the early Clone Wars Era (Arcann is there too because Angst and also because Plot Reasons)

(More on that later!)

And since then, I’ve been thinking. My baby is traumatized. So much trauma! I can’t well send her alone (yes I know I said Arcann is there but there’s still a LOT of issues between them) So what’s the solution you ask????

Mandalorians.

Specifically, the last living Champion of the Great Hunt (Xeped [she’s also Odalkayl’s sister]) and her Mando husband, Torian!

Now, why these two? Why not more Force Adept peeps? People who’d make sense to have been dragged along with Odalkayl? Well. Basically, the Council of Mand’alors who had Marched On got grumpy because the Force got to send someone to help fix The Things! So why can’t they???? And rather than argue (the Force knows it’s pointless to argue with Mandalorians once they’ve set their hearts on something), Xeped and Torian get dragged to the future too!

But the Mand’alors had different priorities than the Force. So while Odalkayl and Arcann end up with Anakin, Obi-wan, Ahsoka and Company, our two Mandalorians (after several shenanigans, possibly including the Darksaber) end up with the only Jedi we were happy to see on the receiving end of Order 66’s Free Preview….

Pong Krell.

NOW! To say that our resident bounty hunters were displeased when they learned how this Dar’Jetii was treating his soldiers is an understatement. So what do they do? What Mandalorians are known for, of course!

They beat the everloving shit out of Krell.

There is nothing left of this Besalisk. Nothing. This man is gone. And the clones… they don’t know how to react. On one hand, these two strangers just showed up and killed their Jedi after seeing how he treated his soldiers for about 10 minutes. On the other hand… they just killed a Jedi.

Now, I don’t have what happens next figured out exactly, but something along the lines of this interaction happens:

Xeped: So uhhh…. You know how you’re the last of Clan Cadera?

Torian: yeah? Why are you bringing this up now?

Xeped: ….

Torian: Riduur?

Xeped: I know we talked about kids, but do you feel about adoption?

Torian: …..Cyare, what did you do?

Xeped: we may or may not now have a battalion of identical children now

Torian: ……

Xeped: ……

Torian: Cyare, I love you, and I love our new children, but what the kriff

[lonewolfel]

Attack of Zakuul: Chapter 8

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Inspired by this post on Tumblr by @bluezeri

The ship was full of ...interesting individuals in Onorshash opinion. While she was familiar with the criminal aspect of the galaxy she had to admit the trip was odd. Not only was there a shocking amount of alcohol making her question how any of them were sober enough to fly a ship. Then there were their activities. If her companion walked into another one of Ciece and Torian's pazaak games he may spontaneously combust.

Onorshash took to staying in her bunk area just for the only place of peace. She could still hear all of her shipmates but it at least was better and she was mostly left in peace. 

The door to her bunk slammed open. A whirling vortex of anger and annoyance in the Force entered the room.

Left mostly alone.

Onorshash opened her eyes and looked at him. He was pacing. She reached out through the Force trying to send calming energy. He stopped pacing but he was still anything but calm.

"How can you deal with these people?" He demanded

"We are stuck on a ship. There is no point in causing issues as it will only make the trip only more uncomfortable. As such it is best to go to the flow." Onorshash said

"I know." He growled. He returned to pacing.

"I understand your withholdings," Onorshash said

"No, you don't." He snapped. He stopped pacing. "You are calm and collected and you seem to have dealt with some of them before."

"Yes, I've dealt with some of them before, but that doesn't make how they act any less strange to me. I spent my whole life in the Jedi Order." Onorshash said. He gave her a look.

"You've been in the Jedi Order you're whole life?" He asked. It was a genuine question as if he didn't realize that that was the norm. Onorshash opened her mouth to say her of course but paused. This could help gain his trust.

"I was found to be Force-sensitive at the age of three. After that, I was given to the Jedi Order and was raised by them. I never met my biological family. The Jedi Order is my family in all but blood." Onorshash explained

"That's horrible." He said. Onorshash felt her anger rise. He didn't know the Jedi Order.

"It isn't as bad as you think. It's necessary to ensure that we don't fall to the dark side." Onorshash defended

"Do you really believe that? That taking kids from their families is right?" He asked. Onorshash deflated. She turned her head and looked away.

"I don't know," Onorshash whispered. "If you had asked me when I was a teen I would have said yes now..." She thought about the young kids she comforted in the dead of night missing their families. She thought about the Siege of Coruscant. How children were killed just because they were being trained to become a Jedi.

"Now?" He asked. Onorshash opened her mouth to explain but she felt someone approaching. 

"HEY! Force users time to get a move on," Ciece called to them banging on the door. Onorshash stood up and returned to her emotionless facade.

"We should go," Onorshash said. She walked out of the room. Perhaps it was selfish and childish to take the out of the conversation. It was unbecoming for her to be that emotional. After all, she is still the Barsen'thor despite leaving the Jedi Order.

Onorshash walked into the main area of the ship. The man followed her out of the room. 

"You two have a nice meditation session," Risha asked. Bowdaar and the Mandalorians laughed. The man stuttered and blushed. Onorshash gave them a bored look.

"Have we arrived at Kashyyk?" Onorshash asked.

"Yep," Yezese said

"So what is the mission?" Onorshash asked

"Simple really enter a Czerka compound and then smash it," Ciece said

"Czerka?" Onorshash exclaimed in shock.

"Problem, Jedi?" Risha asked

"Yes, you are going to attack a large corporation. Do you have any idea the possible repercussion this could lead to?" Onorshash said

"Relax, Barsen'thor, we've done this before," Torian said

"That..." Onorshash stuttered

"Problem, Onorshash?" The man asked. She felt her body temperature rise.

"Yes, we are placing more possible enemies on our heads. We are already have both the Empire and Republic out for us we don't need to add Czerka." Onorshash said. She could barely keep her anger down. She understood that she was working for a criminal but she didn't think that she would have been so bored.

"An slavers." Yezese responded.

"I know," Onorshash said

"We're doing what your Republic refuses to do," Torian added.

"It's not like you really have a choice," Ciece said

"And that," Torian said. Onorshash barely managed to keep herself from displaying her displeasure. 

"Very well," Onorshash said

"Now we can have some fun," Ciece said. They put on their mask and prepared their weapons.

"What is the plan." Her companion said. This caused Ciece to groan.

"Can't we just go in there and blow the joint?" Ciece whined.

"It would be wise to have a plan," Onorshash said

"No need plan," Yezese argued.

"Yes." Ciece agreed.

No plans were made.

[choco-glow]

Aliit

“Like so, riduur…kat-tay-LEER da-RAH-soom.”

“Kat-tay-LIR—”

“Leer, think two ees in Basic. The letter’s a bit weird in Mando’a.” Senya shot Shae a rueful smile, and Mandalore the Avenger threw back her long red braid with a laugh, wispy strays forming an auburn halo about her head. “You’re doing great, riduur; it’s hard picking up a new language, especially when it doesn’t use the same grammatical cues as Zakuulan or Basic.”

“And you didn’t have an overbearing father forcing you to learn everything, Buir.” Arcann drawled from where he was underneath Shae’s speeder, his face striped with oil and a bit of grease, blue eyes bright over his smile. Senya couldn’t help smiling back, warm and happy, because her lone living child was so at peace with his rebirth, with this, with them…Hell, he was picking up Mando’a faster than anyone else on base, but then again, the Mandos had taken him in like a lost son, Shae particularly. Torian chuckled low and rich from his perch atop the speeder, working on the upper half of the engine while Arcann took care of the transmission, and Senya found herself happy to have a second son again, if in name only.

Torian Cadera and his wife, a former Togruta bounty hunter-turned-adopted Mando, had been mostly adopted by Shae, and while Chromi was out and about taking care of things, Torian had elected to help his newly adopted brother with the repairs that Shae had, quite frankly, gotten too old to do. Not that that had stopped her, of course, but Shae had allowed Arcann and Torian to take over, while Senya eased her out, swearing and muttering under her breath about being too old for this shit, etc, etc.

“No, that is true, but still, I should at least be able to say that phrase, Tyth knows you tell me it enough.”

“It’ll come with time and practice.” Senya flushed, just a little at Shae’s sweet, quiet smile, and she took her riduur’s hand, conscious of the fact that she stood almost a head taller than the other woman. Then there was her power in the Force…Senya still felt like the odd duck out, though Arcann had made himself useful enough to blend in admirably. But then, he and Thexan both had felt better with their fellow soldiers on the battlefield, rather than the cold confines of Zakuul’s palace. Vaylin too, though Senya had always been less sure of her youngest…but she shook those sad thoughts away, longing for her children, and knowing that at least they were at peace once more in the Force.

“So it will…How about we go find ourselves a bit of dinner? We’re old ladies now; we can’t skip meals.” Shae pulled a face at that, and Torian laughed, falling back a little at her expression.

“Admit it, Mandalore, you’re no orochick any longer.” She swiped at him playfully, and he grinned, cheeks dimpled and eyes crinkled shut, and Senya laughed, catching Shae’s hands and pulling her closer.

“Old my ass, Cadera, don’t make me swat you like your buir should have.” Shae ruffled his hair, though, grinning despite her protests, and let Senya drag her off, while Senya failed to hide her smile. “I see you smiling too, riduur.”

“Yes, well, it’s nice to listen to you…even if you’re a bit over the top.”

“Hey now, I’m downright boring for Mandalore; trust me, some of my predecessors weren’t that nice. But…eh, that’s old news. C’mon, let’s hit the cantina; that C2 droid found the best chef in the galaxy.” Senya chuckled at that as they took the elevator back up to the main deck of the base, protected by the heavy cliff overhang, with the rest of the Alliance stronghold carved into ancient bedrock. Odessen as a planet was relatively young, and life on the planet hadn’t progressed to sentient yet, which had made it perfect for the Alliance…and having been so young in the galactic record, it was also that rare planet that hadn’t been explored yet, hence the first come, first owned philosophy.

Not that their Commander had claimed the planet for herself…no, Ionial had taken care to file everything neatly, and for a Jedi Knight, that was a rare perk. Then again, she was married to Theron Shan…and as he was the main Operations manager to the whole of the Alliance, Senya had a feeling that paperwork was something that poor couple dealt with even in the marriage bed.

 Certainly, she was perfectly fine shacking up with Shae in her old age; Mandalore had baggage, but so did she, and though they did have responsibilities…they could set them down for a time. Shae, however, nudged her out of her thoughts with a careful touch to her elbow, and Senya glanced down at her riduur, eyebrows raised…and followed Shae’s line of sight to one of the tables in the back room, empty but for a familiar figure in long graying braids, her slender hands wrapped around a mug of tea, her beautiful face pinched with weariness and sorrow.

“…That’s Satele…”

“So it is…Senya, love, how much to you know about the Grandmaster?” Shae murmured as they accepted their drinks, and Senya chewed her lip, reviewing everything she’d learned about the former leader of the Jedi in the last eight years.

“…I know that she was the Grandmaster, and though she still holds the title, she is no longer the speaker for the Jedi. I know that she helped train our Commander…and I know that she’s Theron’s mother.”

“…She’s a hell of a warrior, in the speaking halls and on the battlefield. I’ve gone up against her once, and out of respect, I’ll never do that again.” Shae replied softly, and to Senya’s surprise, the Mandalorian took her hand, guiding her to the room. “And out of respect, I think she needs a friend.” Senya glanced back up at Satele’s face, and even at this distance, Senya could see tears sliding down her cheeks.

“…You might be right about that. A moment…” She leaned over to the waitstaff who took their order, and hurriedly ordered a third meal of Alderaanian stew and fresh veggies, and Shae nodded approvingly. They made their way to the back room, and it was Shae, her eyes frank and kind, who slid into the booth opposite Satele’s seat, and gently clasped the Jedi’s hands. Senya joined her as well, her own long hands joining Shae’s, and that brought Satele’s eyes up slowly, tears streaming down her face, her pain so strong that Senya instinctively reached for the Force to help calm her. That seemed to help, just a little, and Satele took a deep, shuddering breath.

“…Can we ask what happened?” Shae asked gently, her tone as soft as Senya had ever heard it, and Satele gave a weary, wet laugh.

“…I tried to talk to my son, and utterly ruined things. Again.” She swallowed, with difficulty, but cleared her throat and took a shaky breath. “Theron…and I have a…well, complicated is too strong. We don’t have much of a relationship at all. I…when I got pregnant, I didn’t think about him, I didn’t think about being a mother…I was too worried about being found, about figuring out what I could do with him. My master, Ngani Zho, took him and raised him…I stayed for six weeks to nurse him until we’d found a formula that worked, but that was all. And I left him.” Satele’s voice broke at that, and both women slid around to hug her, letting her weep into their arms. Senya’s heart ached for her; she’d been raised with no attachments, to have no attachments, and no matter what the Jedi might say, that was something that damaged the very soul.

For all that she mourned her children, Senya was grateful that she’d been able to love them so fiercely. Not being able to care for her babies like that…it horrified her to her very core. One glance at Shae over Satele’s braids, and Mandalore’s eyes were shuttered, angry, and grieving too. I could hate the Jedi for what they’ve done to people…even the Sith cherish their children.

“I am such a horrible mother…” Satele was whispering now, and it was Senya who shook her head, voice low but fierce.

“You are no such thing. You are a woman who was forced to make a choice, with little regard to your own heart.”

“But…the Code…”

“Blast the Code.” Shae’s voice was as sharp as vibrosteel, and Satele flinched, just a little. “Sorry, but…Satele, you wouldn’t have made that choice if you’d been like me, would you?” Satele froze, and for the first time, Senya sensed someone just outside their door, listening…she closed her eyes, opening her mind, and to her shock, it was Theron. He was frozen on baited breath, his eyes wide, and Senya amplified the sound in that room, just a little, just enough…both Shans needed to hear this.

“…No. No, I wouldn’t have…if I’d been…normal…like him…I’d have kept him. If Malgus hadn’t been hunting me…I would have been overjoyed to be a mother…” Satele whispered, but it was enough; Senya heard a bitten off sob outside the door, and she reached behind her, grasping the younger man’s sleeve and gently tugging.

“Theron, you need to come in here.” She called softly, and he shook, but he obeyed her, watery golden eyes a match to his father’s, wide with worry and nerves…and it was Satele who watched him, tears still burning down her cheeks, who reached out for his hands.

“Theron…”

“…You really would have kept me?” His voice wavered, and Senya clasped his shoulder, willing all the love she could feel pouring from Satele into him, knowing he was only just Force sensitive enough to catch it.

“Yes. Yes, I swear, I would have…I would have needed Master Zho to help, because I was…I had no idea what I was doing…but I would have brought you home and to hell with anyone else.” She whispered, and he closed his eyes, lips twisting in pain. “Theron, sweetheart, I’m so sorry…”

“I’m sorry for what I said…I’m sorry, Mama…” He whispered, and Shae hopped up out of the way to let mother and son embrace tightly, both of them sobbing as the dams broke between them. Senya managed to order a fourth meal too, and when they all arrived, she laid them out neatly. Soon, Theron and Satele had calmed enough to sit back down, this time opposite one another with Senya sharing the seat with Theron, Shae on Satele’s side.

“I know you two are probably exhausted, but you need to eat.” She declared, and Theron’s lips curled up in a half-smile, used to Senya’s Mom skill by now, while Satele managed a wan smile and Shae openly grinned.

“Thank you, Senya, Shae…”

“Yeah, thank you…I’m so sorry I yelled, Mom…” Satele only shook her head, eyes softer now, and clasped his hand.

“You were right to yell about that. I never…” She paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “I should have talked to you about all of this…really, I just should have talked to you. I know you felt like the dirty secret for years…and understandably so. I treated you as such, and Jace…” Theron sighed, wincing, and she nodded. “I owe you a lifetime of apologies.”

“…No, just the one is good, Mom. You did give me to Zho, and without him, I would have…well. He explained a lot, especially when I flunked out of the temple; he could have told me to bug off, but he kept in touch, helped me get into the SIS, even went with me to get my implants in. And he never faltered when I asked if you loved me; he always said yes, looking me dead in the eyes. I…didn’t always believe him, but he always said yes.” Satele smiled, just a little, and it was Shae who spoke up, having stayed quiet through most of it all, uncharacteristically so.

“He sounds like a good guy…I’m guessin’ he’s gone to the Force, isn’t he.” Both Satele and Theron nodded, twin expressions of pain marking their faces, and Senya closed her eyes, pulling a well of comfort and care from her core and filling the room with it. She had always been a master at controlling her emotions, in no small part because she was so strong with her empathy, and Satele gave her a fragile smile, so shy and tiny, that Senya couldn’t help smiling back.

“Thank you, Senya…and yes, he is. But he went down in battle, as he wanted, protecting his boy.” Theron was picking at his steak now, his jaw tight, but he heaved a sigh.

“Yeah, he did…it…it was hell watching him die in front of me. But I wouldn’t want him to go any other way; whatever else happened, he was a warrior, and he didn’t let any fight go past him without taking a swipe. But he’s at peace now…kinda wish he’d visited, but…I figure I’m doing a good job if he isn’t coming back.”

“Or you two didn’t need me until now.” The voice of an old man, far older than Satele or Shae, even, filled the glowing spot now hovering next to the table, and Ngani Zho, glowing blue and smiling faintly, stepped from the shadows, giving Theron a gentle cuff on the ear, and tweaking Satele’s nose. Both made the Shans break into startled laughter, and their Master smiled fully this time, leaving Shae and Senya speechless. Force ghosts were…a rarity on Zakuul, if at all; Senya had sensed Darth Marr’s spirit on Odessen, alongside Satele at times, but only just, and never had she sensed Thexan or Vaylin…Shae looked almost frightened, and Senya clutched her hand, broadcasting calm.

“So, you two finally talked it over…about damn time.”

“Master Zho…”

“Don’t you give me that, it’s been long enough. Take your time, feel things out, but let the Code go, Satele. At this point, it matters, but not more than your boy…and Theron, so help me if you don’t cut out the swearing—”

“Look, I’m a leader now, I’m gonna swear a lot more—”

“I will appear in front of your wife and complain to her.” Theron froze, and Zho crossed his arms, looking as smug as a Force apparition could. “With her old master in tow.”

“…Orgus passed on.”

“Wanna take that bet, son?” Another crusty old man’s voice sounded, and the former Jedi Orgus, short-haired and taller than Zho, leaned over the other ghost’s shoulder. Theron blanched, while Satele burst into relieved laughter, leaning back and reaching over Shae’s shoulder to give the other Jedi a brush of her fingers. He chuckled and squeezed her hand before vanishing, and Zho smiled down at her.

“Now then, any more complaints I should know about?”

“No, thank you, Master Zho…and thank you for coming to see us.” Satele murmured, and he leaned over to kiss her forehead, his eyes calm and warm, then he leaned over to do the same to Theron, who hugged the old man tight, despite their bickering.

“…Tasiele would have been proud of you both. She loved you so fiercely, Satele, and Theron…your grandmother would have fought tooth and nail to bring you into the Temple from the start…But she left us far too soon. It’s hard, losing your soulmate…” He gave them both a wan smile, Satele’s mouth open in shock, Theron’s eyes wide and his jaw hanging slack, and Zho chuckled. “Never did really care for the Council’s strict policies…maybe that’s why we had a secret marriage, and why when you were born, Satele, we kept things quiet. Kinda blaming Revan and Bastila for starting a line of rulebreakers…”

“Father…” Zho gave a warm chuckle, and kissed his daughter’s brow, then his grandson’s, and vanished once more, his revelation leaving both Shans speechless, while Senya and Shae made to get up and back out. Satele came her senses, and shook her head, taking a deep breath. “Shae? Senya? Please, don’t go…I’m sure that was…absolutely bizarre for you both, but please, stay…” They shared a look, and at Shae’s quiet nod, sat back down; Senya was on firmer ground here, if only just, but Shae looked…spooked, for lack of a better word.

“…So, I’m guessing you never knew…?” Shae murmured, and Satele shook her head, eyes closed.

“I knew my father was a fellow knight, but…my mother died when I was a child, and I was already with Zho as his padawan. He was always just Master to me, but kinder, gentler…at the same time, stricter. Now I understand why…” Theron gave a huff of a laugh, and Satele cracked a smile at him.

“It all makes sense now…Force, it must have killed him to keep that secret to the grave…” Theron murmured, and Satele squeezed his hand.

“I think that’s really why he came back…to prove that we had more than just a shared Master…that there’s always time to fix things.” Theron smiled at that, really smiled, and Senya was struck by just how much like his mother he looked in that moment. He took after his father in eyes and coloring, but his smile was all his mother’s, with a touch of Zho in there in the quirk of his lips.

“Yeah, there is…” He leaned up, kissing her on the forehead, and sighed. “But duty, unfortunately, owns my sorry ass, and I need to go get things in order. Love you, Mama…make this a…thing? Maybe tomorrow?” He asked, sounding so unsure of himself, and Satele kissed his forehead back, both hands cupping his face.

“I love you too, Theron. Go, and call if you need any help at all.” He shot her a weak grin, and sped back off to work, while Satele slumped back into the cushions with a weak laugh. “…You both are looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“Nah, just figured you were overwhelmed.” Some of Shae’s easy-going nature had returned, and she motioned for the Jedi to keep eating. “Eat up, no point in wasting good food.” Satele obeyed, and by the time the three women had finished their plates, Senya gathering up all four dishes, Shae was gently rubbing Satele’s shoulders, and Senya knew that look in Mandalore’s eye.

 They’d talked it over extensively over the last six months they’d been together; if there was anyone they might wish to add as a third lover…Satele was first on the list for both of them, and Senya could already feel the beginnings of a dyad between herself and Satele, which, had she not taken the time to research it on the Holonet…

“…thank you both. Sincerely. I…I thought for sure it was all over, that…that Theron would never speak to me again…” Satele murmured, and Senya cuddled up to her other side, rubbing her upper back while the Jedi leaned into them both, melting a little from the gentle touches.

“He’d already came back in the short time we were there…” Senya murmured, and Satele gave her a weak smile, gray-blue eyes weary but relaxed.

“Still. Thank you. For listening. For feeding us…and for not running away screaming at the ghosts.”

“…It was creepy as fuck, but you’re cute enough to make us stay.” Shae sighed out, and Satele burst into laughter, cackling a little as Senya hid a smile. “What?!”

“Oh Force, Shae, I know we were enemies once, but you always know how to make a woman laugh.” Shae grinned at that, looking smug, and Senya just chuckled.

“It’s a strong skillset of hers…just like my empathy is mine. Satele…I can feel the loneliness rolling off of you in waves. It’s been with you for years…” She calmed down, sighing a little, and Senya probed the tentative dyad with careful touches, smiling as Satele closed her eyes and probed back, understanding and a little joy warming between them.

“…so it has. So it has. Your empathy…small wonder you walled yourself off, Senya…” Satele’s eyes were calmer now, and she glanced at Shae, making sure that the lone non-Force user was also in the conversation. “You two…I was surprised to see you two together, but at the same time, I was happy for you…” She trailed off, looking vulnerable now, and it was Shae who spoke up again, this time her voice softer, that familiar rasp Senya’s favorite sound in the world.

“Well, if you wanna give it a shot, riduur, we’d love to have you in the middle. There’s something already with Senya and you, right?”

“How…did you know…?”

“I might not have the Force, but I can read bodies almost as well. And Senya said she’d sensed something the first time she’d met you, a…dayd, right?”

“Dyad, but close enough. A bond, between two souls through the Force. It’s rare…but it’s strong.” Satele bit her lip, worrying at it, and Shae gently took her hand.

“Riduur. Satele. There’s been a bond between us too, we were both just…too indoctrined by other bullshit at the time to see it.” Those blue, blue eyes, warm despite all the storms they’d weathered, watched both her riduur…and her riduur-to-be with a calmness that not even Senya could call up. “I lost my daughters…you lost your whole family. Senya lost everyone but Arcann, and for a time, she’d lost him too. We lost our lovers, and in time, discovered that those weren’t what our hearts had longed for. I had a long time to figure my heart out…have you?” Satele seemed to think on it for a long, long time, dipping her head to stare at her tea; neither Senya nor Shae were impatient, though, holding her hands, Senya radiating love through the bond, Shae’s eyes never leaving Satele’s face.

When those eyes lifted again, though, both women were shocked to see that the storm clouds in Satele’s eyes had parted, leaving sky blue irises, with a hint of gold glimmering in the centers. A warm smile, rich and bright and so lovely it made Senya’s heart ache to see it, and she leaned in, kissing first Shae, then Senya full on the lips, pulling them into her arms.

“…I have. I found where I belong.” Shae grinned, bright and fierce, and Senya laughed, happy as joy from deep within welled up and overflowed, Satele’s power second only to her daughter-in-law’s.

“Good. ‘Bout damn time. C’mon, you two…let’s go let the brats know.”

“Arcann will be thrilled.”

“Torian’ll probably just call me a gold digger, the little shit.”

“…oh crap.” Senya paused as Satele froze, her arm over the Jedi’s shoulder while Satele’s arms were around their waists, and she touched Satele’s cheek, worried.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“…Theron’s going to kill me.”

“Nah, probably just bitch about it. Hey…” Both of them stared as Shae got a wicked grin on her face, and suddenly, Senya understood exactly how Hylo felt whenever Gault opened his big fat mouth. “We could stage a strip Pazaak tourney. Let the kid really understand what trauma is.”

“Oh Force, Shae, no.”

“…I have a better idea.” Satele’s voice was smug, and she pulled out an old datapad, pulling up a file that crackled for a moment before clearing, revealing a tall man with long dark hair in a half-pony tail, his robes a bit disheveled.

“Is this thing on?”

[ffrecommendation]

Chapters: 47/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Malavai Quinn/Female Sith Warrior, Vette/Jaesa Willsaam, Male Smuggler/Risha Drayen, Felix Iresso/Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Male Jedi Knight/Theron Shan, Tremel/Quorian Dorjis, Male Bounty Hunter/Mako/Torian Cadera, Lucian Quinn/Kan'illene Characters: Female Sith Warrior, Vette (Star Wars), Jaesa Willsaam, Malavai Quinn, Lt. Pierce, Darth Baras, Rycus Kilran, Draahg (Star Wars) Additional Tags: pretty much all characters at some point, also including other playable characters, Canon-Typical Violence, Decapitation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Slavery, Slow Burn, really really slow this is gonna be a long ride guys, light side Jaesa, species-based discrimination, aka racism, Character Death, Dom/sub, Drunk Sex, uhhhh light torture, Inappropriate Use of the Force, inappropriate use of blasters, when i say slow burn i mean slow burn, Veers away from canon frequently Summary:

Gimrizh Korribanil was a ward of the Empire, raised to either become Sith or die trying. A newly made apprentice, her goal is simple; don’t die, and don’t let those she cares about die - no small task for a Zabrak orphan in the xenophobic Empire.

Malavai Quinn was working his way up the ranks in the Imperial Army before circumstances knocked him down, court-martialed him, and forced him into a deal with the devil to survive. An honorable, duty bound officer - now turned into a spy.

Around them, the tensions between the Republic and the Empire simmer just below the surface, threatening to engulf the galaxy in war once again.

(A slow burn space opera)

[confettininjabean]

Prompt - dust motes

Yay! Thank you for the prompt! 

I was trying to think of something for Jaydzia and Theron but the toons who spoke up happened to be my Sith Pureblood Bounty Hunter, Tayva and Torian. 

So here’s a little microstory for Tayva and Torian. Hope you enjoy it!

The moon light spilled in through the window, draping across the bed and the red-skinned woman in it like a soft, sheer luminescent blanket. Leaning up on his elbow, Torian watched the dust motes swirl in lazy motions through the prism of soft light for a moment before his gaze dropped back down onto the sleeping form of Tayva. The Sith Pureblood slept soundly on her side, curled up into a ball under the comforter. One arm was wrapped up under the pillow supporting her head, the other was draped lazily along her side, revealing a ragged scar that wrapped around her bicep. His gaze moved to her face. It was peaceful, her pale colored eyes were closed, her dark hair free of it’s usual bun and splayed across their pillows like an silken ebony ocean. She was beautiful.And she was his.For the majority of his life, Torian had rarely entertained the idea of finding someone like her, someone he wanted to pursue, to wake up to every morning, to hunt with for honor and glory. It had occurred to him on occasion but he’d been on a life long mission to bring honor back to his Clan after his father was disgraced. He couldn’t allow such dishonor to tarnish the woman he would love.  Then she walked into his life, Mandalore’s Champion. He’d been there when she’d been named Champion of the Great Hunt, he’d been surprised to find a Sith Pureblood in the profession of a Bounty hunter. Some time later, she’d approached the Mandalorian camp he’d been with seeking to complete a task for Mandalore himself. Cool, calm, collected and yet her pale colored eyes had been kind. A soft chuckle escaped him when he remembered their next encounter on Taris, the way he had taunted her about getting the drop on him too easily, the way heat raced through him when she had turned the tables, knocking him flat on his back, proving that he had not, in-fact, had the drop on her. Then she went and helped him claim back the honor his father, Jincoln, had torn away from his clan. His eyes traced over the scar at her right shoulder, a wound his own father had dealt her. Everything they’d been through so far, she met it all with a steely determination, stubbornness and an indomitable will that took his breath away but what really had him enamored was her courage in the face of fear, her honor despite her past and her passion.The dust motes swirled above her as he leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek. She stirred slightly under his touch and he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her curves. She was a beautiful warrior.And she was his.

[thegingerjedi]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Bounty Hunter/Torian Cadera Characters: Female Bounty Hunter (Star Wars), Torian Cadera, Mako (Star Wars), Gault Rennow, Blizz (Star Wars) Series: Part 2 of Aliit ori'shya tal'din Summary:

SPOILERS FOR BOUNTY HUNTER STORY LINE Following the progression of the relationship between the Champion of the Great Hunt, Nlusta'ceasa'lirnimu, and Torian Cadera through the story line of the Bounty Hunter. Staceasa is still the brittle Chiss, burying her fears of losing the people she cares about rather than confronting them. Despite her best efforts, Torian slowly breaks down her walls and teaches her that it's okay to love again.

“You’re wrong about Mandalorians,” she growled, “and you’re wrong about me.”

Seros groaned loudly, rocking back and forth on the floor while the barrel of her blaster followed his movement, pointed directly between his eyes. Her eyes locked with his for a moment, and she took the shot, watching as his body went limp.

The adrenaline washed out of her, and she suddenly felt like her armor was too heavy, her blasters too big, her body cold and aching. Torian stood silently behind her, waiting for her reaction before he did anything. And when she unceremoniously dropped the blasters from her hands and turned around, he was there in front of her, his arms wrapping around her and his mouth pressing a kiss to her forehead. Staceasa held him tightly, pressing her face against his shoulder as she cried.

“Udesii,” he soothed gently, “Demagolka kyrayc.”

“Mhi parji,” she breathed.

Torian nodded against her head in affirmation.

It was done, then. Truly well and done. Jun Seros was dead, the Champions avenged.

And she felt empty.

No jubilation at righting an injustice. No satisfaction from bringing an evil-doer to his knees. No joy in doing a deed for her brethren. All she felt was empty and alone. She’d avenged her chosen family, yes, but that didn’t bring them back from the dead. They were still gone, and killing the Jedi Master did nothing to change that.

She felt Torian’s soft breaths against her ears as he breathed Mando’a encouragements to her.

But of course, she wasn’t alone. She still had the Mandalorians, Clan Lok, her crew, Torian. Torian, who’d felt the loss of family like she had. Torian, who’d shown her that she was safe to tear down her walls for him. Torian, who’d always stood by her side but never spoken over her.

She squeezed him tighter, wishing there wasn’t so much armor between them.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured.