#hylo visz/gault rennow

[lanabenikosdoormat]

as long as the earth keeps spinning, i’ll keep posting these

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February #2: Movie Night

Rating: PG (Eva and her jokes)

Pairing: Hylo/Gault mainly; background Theron Shan/Eva Corolastor (OC Smug)

Timeline: Current (post. 6.2; 3626 BBY/26 ATC)

**

“How can you forget you have an entire hold?” Theron asked, staring down into the darkness.

“She’s bigger than she looks!” came the reply in protest.  “The Thief is also older than all of us minus Bowie, so a lady has some secrets.”  

“Didn’t your parents use it?”  

“Yeah, but apparently not since I was a little kid.  Holy space harpies, there’s surplus from the Great Galactic War in here.”  Eva poked her head up, grabbing another light stick to stick to the wall while she worked.

“That stuff must be 30 years old.  Any of it still good?”  Theron craned his neck to keep an eye on his wife’s white shirt as it went further into the unlit hold.  He crouched down and activated a light stick so he could see immediately in below him.

There wasn’t any dust – the seal had been air tight – but there was a lingering odor of stale, expensive cigarettes (Hadrian) and floral shampoo (Athene) that occasionally made appearances on the ship, even though the people in question had been dead for 20 years at this point.  It was like having friendly residential ghosts, if such things existed.  

“I’m gonna say that we probably don’t want the rations, unless we want to haze newcomers,” Eva gaily replied.  “If they haven’t dried out, the raingear might still work.  Oh, thanks Ma and Dad – we have alcohol!”

Theron rolled his eyes. “Every hatch on this ship has something squirreled away for a fun weekend, I swear to the stars.”  

After a minute of Eva prying a crate open, there were a few moments of hearing nothing but her breathing. “Eva?”

“I didn’t expect to find any more of these.”  Eva’s free hand reached for Theron’s, and he easily pulled her up out of the long-forgotten hold.  

In her other hand was a holovid case.

**

Theron nudged Eva as their first mark entered the cantina.  She nodded, then gestured at the second.  

Home HoloVid Night had long become an Odessen tradition over the last five years.  It started with a sergeant who had been on Yavin and he’d caught some footage of the party the crew of Virtue’s Thief had thrown after the end of the Revanite campaign. Eva, Theron, and Lana had never seen the footage before, so it was equal parts excruciating and hilarious to watch. What hooked most people is that one never knew where new friends on Odessen would turn out to be people they’d met before.  Hell, there was one vid found of two childhood friends from some random beach planet somewhere who later were serving in the speeder pool together.  The galaxy was smaller than anyone thought.

The holo started up – silent.  “Oh, it’s Captain Corolastor’s – holocam’s sound is broken.”

One of the corporals – nobody remembered what side he’d been on before the Alliance and it didn’t matter -- struck up a tune on a repaired piano that had been hauled into the cantina.

As the pianist improvised, unfamiliar figures paraded across the screen.  There was some general mumbling and murmuring until Athene Corolastor came on the screen.  A cheer went up from the young male enlisted. She’d become a Home Holovid favorite. Thin with gloriously red deep copper hair, she almost seemed out of place on the smuggler ship – which was ironic, because she was the boss of the entire place.  Eva had to admit her mother looked more like some ethereal creature from a fantasy novel than she did a smuggler.

Then her husband hit the screen, and there was a dejected, “Hi, Hadrian” from the same crowd, followed shortly by a cheer from the female enlisted.  If there was ever someone who looked the role of the smuggler, the dark-haired, rangy man with the rather impressive mustache and mutton chops was it.

A very small Eva was greeted by both camps as one would a little cousin they hadn’t seen in awhile. The Holovid was of an old smuggler party – Eva was young, barely past toddling.  Hadrian hadn’t been injured seriously yet, so he was able to partake in all of the dumb things smugglers did at parties when they were bored.  At one point, he pointed at the person holding the camera, and said something, mustache quirking the entire time, before the camera was flipped around---

A gasp went up as a younger Gault – Tyresius at that time – directed the camera at himself.  He was in his mid-thirties at that point, and still had both his horns.  He gave the holocam a cheeky grin, then he angled it down slightly to catch sight of his pretty young girlfriend at the time --  Hylo. She was clearly much younger than he was, even then – early twenties.  “Oh stars.” The woman who had gasped was Hylo herself.  Theron and Eva watched from their perches as she sat up slightly, hand to her mouth.  

(Eva became the Voidhound at the same age Hylo had broken the Mandalorian Blockade.  For Eva, that had been an accomplishment…until she met the woman after the sour fallout of that triumph.)

The holocam switched hands, and it seemed like it became the Gault and Hylo Show.  Other people – strangers to everyone but Eva – meandered in and out of the footage.  This particular holovid seemed to come back around to the Devavronian and the Miralan, every time.  The front row gallery took notice.

“Goddamn, Hylo was a fox.”

“Still is!”

Theron nudged Eva.  Gault hadn’t moved from his chair.  He watched scenes of his old life as Tyresius flow past the screen.  It struck Eva suddenly that Gault was 70 now – twice the age he had been in these shots. And Hylo – Hylo’s time in stasis had meant she was now in her mid-forties, nearly doubling the original age gap between her and Gault.  

(The age gap between Theron and Eva was much smaller, but the smuggler and spy had taken into account the impact of a lost five years and a new total of eight years’ difference for two careers whose participants rarely lived to 40. Theron had crossed that threshold his last birthday.)

The pair danced and talked. Hylo even had some screen time with Athene and her small child – Eva didn’t remember the conversation.  

Finally, there was a cake cutting scene – there was a bunch of Imp ship decorations dotted across a hastily made rectangular cake and then an obnoxiously large model of Hylo’s ship slapped on top.  “I’d just done the run – broke the blockade.  Hell, I hadn’t even been paid yet, and we had a party.”  Hylo watched as she got the first piece of cake, then smashed the second into Gault’s face, laughing the entire time.  

Toward the end of the show, there was scene of Gault slumped back in his chair, asleep, the sugar and alcohol crash getting to him.  Much like cats, small children are inexorably drawn to large warm spaces to sleep on, and Eva was no different.  “Hey, Hylo, remember that one time you caught Gault sleeping with a younger woman?” Eva yelled out.

There was a beat of silence before Hylo burst out laughing, hard, as her  younger counterpart came onto the screen, teasing Gault awake likely with that exact joke, based upon the lipread; he startled awake with a confused expression on his face, which was followed up with momentary horror, the relief when he realized that the ‘younger woman’ was a toddler up past her bedtime.  “And it was the only time, thank you very much,” Gault yelled back at Eva.  The entire cantina was roaring with laughter at this point.  

As the holofilm continued, Theron and Eva watched as the real Gault leaned over to the real Hylo and whispered to her about something.  “For all his failings, I don’t think chasing skirts when he was with her was one of them,” Theron whispered to Eva.

“I don’t think he’d be dumb enough; he’d get a blaster to the face.”

“I don’t think he had the heart for it, strangely.”

Eva hesitated a moment before grudgingly agreeing. “It wasn’t a question about loving or wanting someone else – it was love of the game, love of the money that got him.”  She leaned her head on Theron’s shoulder, and his arm snaked around her waist.

The pair watched Hylo and Gault talk as the holo finished.

“Didn’t expect that to be on there.” That was Eva’s final comment on the film as she stretched her arms behind her head as she sat at the back of the cantina next to Theron.  As she eased out of the stretch, she let herself settle into his side, his arm still slung around her as they watched Hylo and Gaunt talk, words unheard, as the rest of the audience filed out, joking and laughing.  

“Hell of a time to find it – you know they were on the outs again?” Theron asked. Eva hummed in the negative.  “Gault’s been trading around some of our excess supplies – apparently, Hylo had clinched a deal with the Old Tion Brotherhood, only to find out he’d traded away the lynchpin products in question – the slicer guides.”

“Same man, same problems,” Eva murmured quietly.  “It won’t change.” Eva sighed.  “But I don’t know if there’s anyone else out there that gets either one of them like the other does.”  

Theron looked over at the other couple left in the room before standing up, Eva rising with him. “And that covers a lot of ground, no matter how rocky.”

Husband and wife left the cantina, the lights still on, as one old romance played out again, and would do so for as long as both participants were out of stasis and alive.

[theshieldbladelegacy]

This is the age of the Eternal Alliance.

[swtor-legacy-sitcom]

Theron: are you sure you should drinking that?

Vette: why?

Theron: pretty sure Azul'de spiked the...

Azul'de: *swinging on loading loading crane* LAAAAST LIFEDAY...

Senya: *giving Skarabe a lapdance before it turns into a private show* Santa baby....

Arkaan: bah humbug.

Vette: *doubled over puking rainbows with bugged out eyes*

Lana: where in the vast sith hell is Raa?!

*MEANWHILE ON CORELLIA’S GOLD BEACHES* : *raa sunbathing with sunglasses and swim trunks away from the bullshit for once*  *sips margaurita*.

Gault: “I’ll steal all their presents and cheer, and sell them on the black market my dear...” *rubbing hands together*

Hylo: Gault, knock it off you scrooge.

Gault: no no, that’s the grinch. and you’re the green one. Arcann is scrooge.

Arcann: *sounding out each syllable* huuuummmm buuug. Has a nice ring to it.

Theron:

....

....

...

 Mando family Lifeday?

Lana: Mando family Lifeday.

*Gatekeeper droid buzzes on a Tatooine estate*

La’Kariz: mom dad! It's uncle Theron and aunt Lana!

Lana: I brought Christmas cookies!

Theron: *carrying presents and wearing Santa hat*

Mako: come on in guys! we’re just about to carve the lifeday gizka!

*later during the inevitable Mandalorian holiday brawl.*

*Lana and Theron and Wrathe sitting on couch sipping hot cocoa*

Lana: You know what? it’s actually relaxing. they get too rowdy, Wrathe knocks a few heads....

Theron: definitely better than your in laws Lana.

La’Wrathe: SETTLE DOWN YOU LOT!

Lana *sips cocoa* A yes. a good wholesome Mando Lifeday to get away from my family.

Mako: *offering cookies* same time next year?

Theron and Lana: DEFINATELY

[theniveanlegacy]

No one:

KotFE chapter 13:

[legacystarwarred]

Finished Onslaught with my Darth Nox. I liked the unique dialogue if you bring Shae Visla when you talk to Inigo. Having either Acina or Vowrawn as Emperor is another cool bit of minor variation and it makes the replays more interesting.

[miss-spooky-eyes]

Hey, it’s my fantasy threesome ...

... of Alliance personnel on a mission.

[chubbyooo]

istg koth

[dealersdencantina]

The Rescue Hylo Conversation

I REALLY wish there’d been more push from the BH to stop Gault. And then, when he does it, I wish there’d been more, “What the hell did you expect? Kisses?” You barely get that.

Needless to say, in the parts I have yet to post on AO3, I use SOME of the dialogue from that convo, but most of it’s cut cause it was a pensive moment and Gault finally is moving on and he and Mry’da have a small moment that gets fleshed out more later.

(i am still of the opinion that they handled the whole thing between gault and hylo so wrong. i never would have forgiven him, feelings regardless. i’d have been trying to hunt him down and have a confrontation that either he makes a deal with her and pays her off and they part ways or she gets killed. the sudden “I’ll take you back!” thing just…ugh, i hated it, especially so soon after being woken up from a stasis chamber where the wounds were still fresh.)

[sullustangin]

Rating: T

Pairing: Hylo/Gault (apparently a rarepair on AO3, despite being canon!)

Summary:  The Smuggler discovers something in her ship's hold from over 30 years before.  It's older than most of the people, institutions, and relationships she knows about.

But not all.

**This was a Fluffy February Prompt that appeared on this tumblr previously**

[lavampira]

kai and hylo teaming up to snark at gault even though they know that the Alliance Commander ™ really has no choice but to accept the grand heist scheme is hilarious

[theshieldbladelegacy]

Nice to see you all here.

[swtor-legacy-sitcom]

Gault and Hylo

So... does anyone else ship Gault Rennow and Hylo Visz harder than the canon, or just me?

ALSO bonus. Deveronians are Matriarchal so its likely if they got married, Gault would take Hylo’s name. as opposed to drawing attention to himself as Tyresius ‘Lokai’ again as Mr and Mrs Lokai or using his fake name Rennow.

Mr and Mrs Hylo Visz. Mr Gault Visz this is happening.

also unrelated, Deveronians have long tongues. So Gault knows how to use that tongue in more ways than one. (lucky Hylo) lol

Also also, Vette would DEFINATELY tease them the entire time.

[theniveanlegacy]

Hot take: Gault and Hylo are the best couple in SWTOR

[andveryginger]

Fictober, Day 3: A Matter of Trust

Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic

Pairing: Hylo Visz/Gault Rennow. Theron Shan/Annya Emrys (implied).

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

3. “How can I trust you?”

The (in)famous Mirialan smuggler known as Hylo Visz leaned back against the computer console and folded her arms across her chest. She regarded her husband with a grimace. “How can I trust you?” she asked. “You not only tried to con a con man, but you also tried to cash in on the Commander’s life insurance policy. Now you’re tryin’ to run book on the wedding? Hardly a good endorsement, Ty.”

“Gault, dear,” the Devaronian corrected. “Gault. Remember?”

A smirk twitched at her lips. “Not what it says on my marriage license.”

“Surely just a minor oversight. I paid that ridiculous scoundrel an enormous amount of money to --”

Hylo merely rolled her eyes. Amusement glinted in the blue depths, however, mingled with a wariness born of long experience with the man she sometimes claimed as husband. “All right, Ty,” she said, cutting him off. She shook her head. “Count me in for ten.”

A grin slowly curled across red lips. With his own impish gleam, Gault reached into a pouch on his belt for his datapad. “Eeeexcellent, my love,” he said, tapping a few entries into the device. He looked back up at his wife. “Now, what about the baby pool? How about another ten?”

She could only sigh and shake her head. If the Old Man found out Ty -- Gault -- was taking bets on wedding dates, much less on the pitter-patter of little feet, he would hit the roof... and probably freak out, given his long-standing commitment and parental issues. Given that it was one of her husband’s schemes, chances were good the former SIS field op would find out.

At least, she thought with a chuckle, watching the fallout will be entertaining...

[blairextraordinaire]

Life Day on Odessen

Theron "reasonably cheery" Shan has some sort of passive-aggressive sweater, like a gingerbread wookiee that says "bite me".

Koth is all over the new (to him) holiday and has to try all the festive foods.

Vette goes all-out decorating the entire Alliance base, with assistance from C2-N2, of course.

Torian and Qyzen go hunting the week before and bring back all sorts of traditional roast meats from around the galaxy.

Gault catches Hylo under the mistletoe. Hylo is having none of it, and takes up Kaliyo's suggestion to start MistleFoe, where you fight whoever is under the decoration. Lana quickly puts an end to this.

Arcann and Senya spending their first enjoyable holiday together.

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