#jedi jorgan

[cinlat]

I've been busy, but have a little bit of Sith Fynta and Jedi Jorgan for today's oc-tober.

[selenescantina]

So, tell me something about ocs.. who did they romance?

I've been waiting for a question like this!

Oro'a romanced Andronikos and took him back when he returned at the end KOTET.

Zaedesh romanced Quinn, but I'm planning on having her romance Arcann after redeeming him.

Nivirhy romanced Doc but is now romancing Lana.

Sorla didn't have a base romance since I intended her to always romance Theron.

Dedalera romanced Torian and I'm looking forward to their reunion on Darvannis. Mando Power Couple FTW!

Leyka romanced Vector and I'm excited to get him back.

Teeubo romanced Corso, but now I'm having her romance Koth. *gag*

And finally, Zenahi romanced Jorgan and was reunited with him at last!

[i-looove-dillydallying]

I’d love to hear your reasoning as well :)

[kunoichi-ume]

Trooper story done, took a pit stop on Hoth to save the Deadeyes and then flirting, marriage and family planning with Aric.

[kwrite1776]

Star Wars The Return to Ord Mantell,

the OG:

And the prequel:

[sullustangin]

New Chapter

Rating: T

CW: Character deaths, funerals, grief, the emotional disaster area that is SIS.

Quick quote:

Theron had gambled that Kimble would do this – or something like this, when presented with the opportunity.  Kimble would be the sort to try to start a revolution or rebellion, having been part of several previously on different planets.  Theron had been right. 

Sometimes, the best thing an operative could do was let a person be themselves; the mission self-completes.    

[relevant-url-incoming]

More with my Iresso rescue - still skipping the action-y bits bc im lazy and tired

"Strap in!" the pilot called with a cackle in her voice. Felix glanced at Kaoja, who obeyed hastily but without alarm. So if her pilot was a menace, at least she'd expected it. He followed suit clumsily, looking up when he was done to see Kaoja watching him, hands half outstretched like she wanted to offer help but was afraid to.

"Kaoja -"

The ship lurched. Felix clung to the edge of his seat as they whirled through the sky and out of the atmosphere, presumably pursued by enemy fire.

"Hyperspace!" the pilot announced, too jovially for the moment if you asked Felix, and with one last lurch they were off. Felix swallowed - it had been a long, long time since he'd been on a ship someone flew like that - and was amused to see that Jorgan had that same look on his face he'd gotten back in the day when Felix tried to get him to lighten up. Nice to know someone was carrying on the legacy.

But Felix had more important things to worry about.

"Kaoja," he said. "How - What happened?"

"It's a long story," she said. "I'm more concerned with how you're feeling."

"How I'm feeling? You're alive! And -" Felix's stomach dropped, worse than any fancy flying could cause. "It's been so long since I've seen Yesa."

Kaoja's eyes widened.

"Kaoja, where is our daughter?" Felix didn't want to snap at her. She'd been presumed dead. It wasn't her fault, not when he was the one who'd let the Republic take him away from Rityesa in the first place.

But he needed to see her again. More than anyone, he'd held on thinking of her, and how she might be growing up. He couldn't bear the idea that she might be just as lost to him as Kaoja had been all these years.

"Qyzen said you entrusted her to Nadia," Kaoja said. "I haven't been able to find her. Felix, we've been trying -"

"I know," he said, too sharply. The pilot had emerged, a large Nautolan woman, and she and Jorgan were both watching silently. The medic was nowhere to be found, at least. A small blessing. Felix struggled to control his tone and tried to speak again.

"I know."

This time it came out small and broken.

"We have people on it," the pilot spoke up gravely. She could have been any smuggler Felix had seen come through Ord Mantell, except for the massive blaster cannon at her back. "But the Jedi especially have hidden well. I can at least promise you that wherever they are Zakuul hasn't found them."

Felix could only nod. That was all well and good, but she had the tone of a general. He'd given up trusting those.

Kaoja's hand brushed his. He took it, ignoring the shudder that went through him remembering the pain that had so often accompanied touch these past few years. He wouldn't let them take his wife from him when she was right beside him.

The pilot's eyes lit on their joined hands, and her bearing softened as she looked back into Felix's eyes.

"We will find your daughter, Lieutenant Iresso. No child should be apart from their parents before they're ready."

It was a platitude, but somehow from her it felt stronger than that - not just that she meant it, but that she had the means to make it happen. He couldn't tell if she reminded him more or less of a general.

"Thanks," he said, not sure if he was comforted or disconcerted. Maybe neither was winning in the end, not with all his thoughts swirling around that last memory of little Rityesa, clinging to Nadia with tears in her eyes. "You're a pretty dedicated pilot."

She cackled, more heartily than Felix thought was really warranted. Jorgan looked as though he couldn't decide whether to smile or groan. Felix was glad he couldn't make up his mind; the world was crazy enough right now without adding a smiling Aric Jorgan to the list.

"So what's with the rescue team?" he asked, trying to make it sound like a joke. "You ran out of people who knew and liked me that fast?"

"A lot of people volunteered," Kaoja said. A faint smile graced her lips. "It wasn't a matter of volunteers. I wanted the most qualified people to save you. I wouldn't accept anything but getting you back."

Felix's throat tightened as he recalled a twenty-something girl in Jedi robes, made a master too soon, hiding just around the corner in her own ship from him as though he couldn't hear her quietly panicking. He'd never said anything, but he knew how much each expression of affection had truly cost her. And now - it had been easy, before. Before Kaoja disappeared, before Felix had to go it alone, before he was left for dead by the same bastards who'd forced him back out into the fray. But she spoke as though no time had passed, and there was nothing to change but the location of their daughter.

Felix wanted to hold her, tug gently at the one strand of hair that always escaped her ponytail, kiss those softly smiling lips, forget - and that was the problem. He would need to forget, to be the man he'd been. That couldn't be what Kaoja wanted, and yet he had nothing else to offer.

"So Jorgan's best of the best now," he forced out. "I should probably say I knew you had it in you, but..."

"Don't hurt yourself," Jorgan advised, and that - not that he'd never been snarky, but he wasn't sarcastic. And he wouldn't have been gentle about it, if he had been. Felix knew it had been decades since he'd known the man, but he found himself wishing Jorgan would just snap at him for not taking things seriously. It was why he'd poked fun in the first place.

"That dedicated pilot over there is my wife," Jorgan continued, blissfully unaware of Felix's turmoil. Kaoja ran her thumb over the back of his hand, and Jorgan's wife looked uncannily like she knew what he was thinking, but neither woman spoke as Jorgan continued the introductions.

"Commander Venjess Valath. The medic is her brother, Nalyan. We -"

"Valath?" Felix managed at last. Kaoja squeezed his hand as Commander Valath laughed again.

"I needed a name and Kaoja offered," Ven said. "Officially, we're cousins."

"Unofficially, you're..."

"That is another long story," Ven said. "But the short answer can just be that we've been friends for a long time."

"So I have a lot to catch up on," Felix said. Kaoja lifted their joined hands and pressed his knuckles to her lips.

"We'll make sure you get it all," she promised.

He'd rather have his daughter back. He didn't say so, though. If there was one thing he knew about Kaojacol Valath, it was that she'd rather have that, too.

[loyalespresso]

Hello! Please enjoy the story that has consumed my every thought!

Characters

Republic

Main Characters

Rha’dira {Twi’lek ~ rah’ ‘ ‘deer-rah}

Kahir Calma {Mirialan ~ KAh-here kAHl-muh}

Anjali Ostara {Human/???/??? ~ ahN-jAh-lee Oh-star-rAh}

Karasi Calma {Mirialan ~ care-rah-see kAHl-muh}

Mu’taz Alif {Zabrak [Iridonian] ~ mew-’tah-as Ah-lef}

Nima Shili {Cathar ~ NEE-muh shEE-lEE}

Side Characters

Tizian Calma {Mirialan ~ tie-zEE-ae-N kAHl-muh}

Vevila Hy’rah {Mirialan ~ vEE-vEH-luh hi’-rAh}

Master Eduk Kez {Miraluka ~ Eh-dook Keh-z}

Master Jay’lax {Togruta ~ jAy’-lah-Axe}

RS-B92 [Areess] {J9 Worker/Protocol Droid ~ are-eh-ss}

Master Cho {Human ~ CH-oh}

Sith Empire

Main Characters

Asteria’ann {Twi’lek ~ as-teh-rEE-ah ‘ ae-N}

Praxis Zhen {Rattataki ~ pER-AAk-se-es z-EH-N}

Liran Horus {Pureblood Sith[½] /Human [½] ~ lee-rah-an hawr-uh-s}

Jarek Horus {Pureblood Sith[½] /Human [½] ~ j-ah-r-eh-k hawr-uh-s}

Viggo Sassan {Human Cyborg ~ vEE-go sAh-ss-Ahn}

Nophia Razel {Chiss ~ No-fEE-Ah rAH-Zee-EL}

Zoxar Razel {Chiss ~ zo-Sh-are rAH-Zee-EL}

Side Characters

Ramses Horus {Pureblood Sith ~ ram-seez hawr-uh-s}

Tifara Ekari {Pureblood Sith ~ tee-far-rah EE-kar-ree}

Wren Juno {Chiss ~ re-en Jew-n-oh}

A1-PZ4 [Zeefour] {Custom Built Probe/Slicer Droid ~ zEE-ff-or}

Neutral

Side Characters

Alfarinn Kuafu {Zabrak Cyborg [Iridonian] ~ AhL-far-in kaw-foo}

MO-0N1 [Moe] {Custom Built Slicer Droid ~ mm-oh}

[ct7567scyarika]

SWtOR Umbara Nonsense

So first time reaching the scene with the traitor for the first time and haven’t played beyond it. I’ll hide this for spoilers sake and maybe someone will find amusement in my state of confusion and going “brother WHAT???”

Brief context because it makes this all so wild.

My girl is a trooper and mostly LS. On occasion there’s DS choices but that’s usually “justifiable” (that war criminal dude you meet when you’re doing your first meet Elara, which btw she and Jorgan approve, and then the end choice for the class because the LS option is so dumb???)

She’s also not romancing Theron. She’s been married to Aric Jorgan and committed. (If I do a character romancing Theron, thinking a Jedi class that’s a descendant of Carth Onasi).

So Theron says this (and I’m quoting because I recorded this for fanfic writing purposes/references)

“I followed you because I believed you’d end the cycle of war. I thought we’d finally be free once you took down Valkorian. But the Alliance outgrew you. Now it’s rotting from the inside, the Galaxy’s fighting back, and you’ve become a symbol of oppression. So much for your dream of peace.”

Symbol of oppression? You mean, from what I’ve gather (face value) the biggest faction to provide RELIEF AND AID for ALL SIDES who suffered from Valkorian??? The life line of this place that has the diverse with their own connections to get to the (now dwindling according to mail from Hylo) resources?

And on top of that, character-wise, the leader of Havoc Squad that has time and time again made choices to put the people first, defying some orders (such as chapter 1 with those civilians not sure if they have those dangerous implants in and Garza gave the execution order), calling people out, exposing politicians, holding her loyalty to her home (the Republic) to be the middle man for peace multiple times so to create a better future- she is the symbol of oppression? The one who said “I’m no Empress. Let the people of Zakuul decide” and also asks the opinions of those beside her for their input before making choices that impact everyone??

And the only reason she sided back with the Republic was because game story-wise I was cornered and Arcina already broke the alliance by sneaking onto my territory to get a super weapon, and Vim (my trooper lol) wouldn’t trust that after living through the Sacking and the treaty from that. (But she is very angry at the Republic because where were they???) On top of the only reason she was so ready-to-destroy Empire was because the other two options out of the three were “I’m the boss, you listen to me, don’t take the credit” and flirting with Theron’s dad right in front of him. (Though I’d like to imagine a timeline where this Theron traitor arc only comes to play because you flirted with Malcom multiple occasions. I just think that’s funnier.)

Alright so maybe not her personally since he mentions “Alliance outgrew you, now it’s rotting from the inside.”

Okay so I can see that, BUT, again it leaves me to wonder.

Instead of going to the Commander that you also consider as a friend and have already talked thing about, saying “Hey, this is looking like a problem,” he instead is all “March 15 let’s goooo”

I even had her ask: “If you felt this way, you should’ve come to me first.” To WHICH HE RESPONDS:

“I wanted to tell you, but I knew you’d try to talk me down. I couldn’t take that risk.”

So he KNOWS better?? On top of her saying: “If you topple the Alliance, millions will die!”

“If that’s the cost of peace, so be it.” WHAT???? Peace at the cost of innocent people?????

I’m-

I’m no Theron analysts, I might for when closer to writing my fic when he shows up more, but I’vebeenburnedwithhowGeneralIronwoodwashandleddont@me is it just me or does this seem… like a weird flip? We got visual cues of his doubt, but that would make sense if the Outlander took position of Emperor/Empress, wouldn’t it? Again, all I’ve seen is the Alliance providing aid and only fighting when literally pushed to it. We have criminals working for us but nothing has brought up or been hinting of being a huge issue?

I dunno. I haven’t gotten to the Flashpoint yet in Umbara so maybe there’s a reason. Maybe he’s doing double agent because he figured (as stated twice on my playthrough) that a train wouldn’t kill my girl but hey, we’ll see.

Also love picturing my trooper, calling her husband about another person supposed to be close to her betraying her, how she jumpstarted to being Havoc leader and the bond she and Aric shared, in the exact same energy as Snapcube Eggman’s “I’M BACK IN THE F***ING BUILDING AGAIN??”

[larena]

Wanted to try ranking SWTOR class stories in order of "importance" - how relevant they are to the games overarching ongoing storyline, based on factors like how often aspects of them come up in other class stories, or elsewhere in the story, how easily they flow into the expansions, how important their companions end up being later, etc.

Jedi Knight: This one's undeniable, I think. It's basically the main plot class. Knight kills Vitiate first, deals with a lot of the more important problems on most of the planets they go to. And Kira, Scourge, and T7 all get main character status in the expansions regardless of your class.

Imperial Agent: This one is a tossup with Sith Warrior for me. I can see arguments for either, but Agent wins out imo just because of how far-reaching the Star Cabal is, and, maybe somewhat paradoxically, how relevant *other* class stories are to its story. Kaliyo and especially SCORPIO also end up being pretty important in the expansions, as well as a few other Agent companions and NPCs.

Sith Warrior: You are literally the Emperor's Wrath. The class with the closest direct connection to the Emperor, besides maybe Knight. Again its a tossup for me whether Warrior or Agent are the "A" plot for the Empire storyline, but the Wrath almost single handedly reignites the war for Darth Baras. As well as being a fairly close acquaintance of one of Vitiate's potential successors, Vowrawn. Vette also ends up being fairly important in the expansions, though not as much since Eternal Throne.

Jedi Consular: The Children of the Emperor have only recently become very, very relevant again, and we don't fully know where that plot is going, but I think thats still a compelling argument to put Consular relatively high. None of their companions have been super relevant post-class story besides Nadia on Ossus, but the Rift Alliance does end up feeling like a precursor to the Eternal Alliance, to me.

Sith Inquisitor: This may feel low for Inquisitor, given they become a Dark Council Member but honestly they don't do that much. They're somewhat responsible for the Dark Temple being Like That in the other class stories, and the Silencer Fleet is somewhat important, as well as Moff Pyron. But none of their companions are relevant anywhere else and I don't think the events of their class story are referenced anywhere except some passing name drops of Darth Thanaton. I could realistically rank them lower, but again, they ARE on the Dark Council.

Bounty Hunter: Honestly the remaining three tech classes are hard to rank. But I think BH gets a lot of credit for technically allowing Saresh to rise to power. And not for nothing, a lot of their companions have been relevant in expansions, especially Torian recently. You only get a *lot* of the earlier Mando stuff through BH, which I think also counts for something.

Trooper: I think Trooper mainly gets points for Jorgan being a main character in Fallen Empire. They do a lot of stuff that *feels* important, and General Garza, Rakton, and the Bastion come up elsewhere, but it never feels like there's much impact from the Trooper story overall.

Smuggler: I mean what can I say. I love the Smuggler storyline, and Nok Drayen *is* a member of the Star Cabal, but none of this shit mattered lol. Which is totally thematically appropriate imo, it's at least meant to be a pretty personal story with personal stakes. At least everyone can meet Akaavi and Guss in the expansions.

[alyssalenko]

Okay, so this is the first time I've decided to actually participate in Kinktober. I borrowed @starsandskies list (found here) and edited some of the Prompts to ones I know I can write well and ones that get me hot. If you want to use it, feel free (you can change whatever you want. These are mere guidelines), and if you want to tag me in the posts, that's okay too my tag is AlyssAlenkoKinktober if you want. 😀

I would love it if some of these were sent to me for (hopefully) little drabbles. The pairings I write are mainly:

sis!Ryder/Harry Carlyle

sis!Ryder/Liam Kosta

sis!Ryder/Reyes Vidal

Femshep/Kaidan Alenko

Femshep/Thane Krios

Femshep/Joker

Kaidan Alenko/Femshep/Joker

Aric Jorgan/F!Trooper

Doc/F!Jedi Knight

Vector Hyllus/F!Imperial Agent

Andronikos Revel/F!Sith Inquisitor

Carth Onasi/F!Revan

Atton Rand/F!Exile

Astarion/Tav

Halsin/Tav

Rolan/Tav

Asra Alnazar/MC

Muriel/MC

Julian Devorak/MC

Alistair/F!HOF

Anders/F!Hawke

Fenris/F!Hawke

Blackwall/F!Inquisitor

Cullen/F!Inquisitor

Solas/F!Inquisitor

And Fane/Sebille

But I'm open to other pairing requests and other kinks not listed! STAY SMUTTY Y'ALL!❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

[anchanted-one]

I've started Book 7!

Book 7: Operation Scorpion (9970 words) by Anchanted_One Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Lana Beniko/Male Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython, Elara Dorne/Theron Shan, Kira Carsen/Original Male Character(s), Aric Jorgan/Female Republic Trooper | Meteor Characters: Male Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython (Star Wars), Lana Beniko, Theron Shan, Darth Jadus, Kaliyo Djannis, Vector Hyllus, Darth Hexid, Master Ranos, Jasme Shan, Kira Carsen, Vaylin (Star Wars), Koth Vortena, Male Republic Trooper | Meteor (Star Wars), Female Republic Trooper | Meteor (Star Wars), Aric Jorgan, Yuun (Star Wars: The Old Republic), Male Sith Inquisitor | Force Walker (Star Wars), Lord Scourge (Star Wars), Shae Vizla, Leontyne Saresh, Gault Rennow, Vette | Ce'na (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Star Wars: The Old Republic (Video Game), Post-Star Wars: The Old Republic - Knights of the Eternal Throne, Star Wars EU - Freeform, Expanded Universe, Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython as the Outlander (Star Wars), Romance, War, Space Opera, Science Fiction, The Force Series: Part 10 of Peacebringers: An Old Republic Odyssey Summary: A sudden and stunning twist of fate! Darth Jadus has emerged from hiding after more than a decade! Acutely conscious of the danger he poses, Lana Beniko volunteers to lead the efforts to track him down before he vanishes again. But Jadus is unlike any other enemy out there. He is dangerous and deadly, but cold and rational. And he plays the long game, and plays it for high stakes. No one wants to see what will happen if he wins. And no one wants him to slip away again.

[selenescantina]

(to all characters) what would make you genuinely angry and annoy you?

Oro’a: Betrayal and insubordination. I've killed for less. I suppose Khem could stop calling me "Little Sith".

Zaedesh: Vette's sassiness annoys me yet I find it endearing. I even took a few lessons from her to irritate Baras.

Leyka: Kaliyo's penchant for chaos is...unpleasant, to say the least.

Dedalera: Some of Gault's "get rich quick" schemes get on my nerves. Especially if I'm dragged into the consequences.

Nivirhy: Doc's flirting with other women is irritating but emotion leads to the dark side. I've been talking to him about it.

Sorla: Qyzen tends to miss when using the refresher on the ship. Luckily C2-N2 keeps the ship clean.

Teeubo: Honestly? I love Corso, but his chivalry act makes my eyes roll. And I'm the biggest flirt in the galaxy!

Zenahi: Jorgan, Vik, and Yunn all need to start learning how to put the seat down!

[cinlat]

Blood in the Breeze: Ch 19 (End Times: Pt 2)

Parts one and two of this series linked.

Read every chapter on FFN or Ao3.

Summary: Shit hit the fan. Now for the cleanup.

Chapter Word Count: 3,257 Chapter Rating: T Author’s Note: Whole chapter under the cut. Better formatting on Ao3.

Odessen Alliance Base Landing Platform 0500 Hours

Jorgan's lungs burned in a desperate plea for air. Grey crowded the edge of his vision, and only the drumming of his pulse kept rhythm with the speed of his feet. Don't trip, he repeated like a mantra, occasionally sprinkling in silent prayers of, Be alive, damn you.

From the moment Fynta had hit the ground, Jorgan had started running. He focused on his breath, on the uneven ground beneath him to keep from snagging his boots on the ripped soil. There was no room for the debilitating fear in his heart, only the constant, agonizingly slow movement forward. He wouldn't think of the raw power that erupted from Vaylin in her final moments, or the fact that his wife, a human with no previous Force ability, had stood before the mad child's psychic storm. He couldn't dwell on the knowledge that it hadn't been his wife, and for a fleeting moment, Jorgan had considered pulling the trigger.

The clank of boots on metal jarred Jorgan's senses. He stumbled, caught himself with one hand on the decking, then continued running. By the time Jorgan reached Fynta, she was kneeling with Kaeto's head in her lap.

Others milled about, starting the tedious process of clearing the debris and tending to wounded. They gave Fynta a wide berth, casting awed glances that turned to fervent whispers as they passed. It wasn't until Jorgan drew closer that he realized why.

It felt like hitting a wall. His frantic pace came to a sudden halt, forcing Jorgan to acknowledge the pain in his joints and burning in his chest. He pushed forward, only to be repelled. Ripping his helmet off, Jorgan opened his mouth to shout when a hand rested on his arm. "Wait."

Jedi Master Notiac Carlo stood at Jorgan's side. Her head tilted as if listening to something. Jorgan pulled free and started forward again. Felix appeared on his other side, gripping Jorgan's shoulder. "Trust the process, brother. This is above our paygrade."

"That's my wife," Jorgan snarled, but he didn't shake Felix away. The man had traveled with the fabled Barsen'thor. He knew things Jorgan couldn't imagine. It didn't make standing down easier.

"She is stabilizing," Notiac whispered, one hand swirling through the air as if playing with smoke.

From the opposite end, Arcann moved closer. Jorgan's senses came alive, every hair on his body rising in warning of a long time enemy. Felix's fingers tightened on Jorgan's shoulder. "Just a little longer."

Jorgan bared his teeth at the young emperor, tracking his movement across the landing platform, through the barrier that kept him locked out. The man stepped with caution, waving his mother back when she moved to join them. Jorgan couldn't hear what was said, but he saw Fynta's shoulder's tense when Arcann squatted by her side. Their lips moved, then Arcann lifted Kaeto from Fynta's embrace and walked back towards his mother. At Senya's command, two Sith moved in to collect Kozen's body, presumably to perform last rights elsewhere.

"She is ready," Notiac whispered.

Felix released Jorgan, and he took a step forward. Though the invisible wall had faded, a sense of rage buffeted Jorgan's mind. A peak at the temper he'd known lived inside Fynta all along. Now, it was being nurtured by the most powerful bastard in the galaxy.

Finding his steps unhindered, Jorgan closed the distance at a run. He slowed the last few feet, instinct warning him not to touch her yet. "Fynta." She gave no response, only stared at her hands where they rested on her thighs. Jorgan knelt beside his wife, resting one hand on the back of her neck. "I'm here."

"You never left." Fynta's tone rang empty, and when she looked up, Jorgan saw the same bone deep weariness in her eyes that he'd seen all those years looking back at him in the mirror. "I heard you, but I couldn't—"

"It's okay." Slowly, Jorgan eased Fynta closer until his arms encircled her and his chin rested on the top of her head. "It's over."

Fynta winced and pressed the heel of one hand to her right eye. "Damn shabuir won't shut up."

"What is he saying?" Lana appeared from thin air, as was her way. Theron and Zolah weren't far behind. Together, they encircled Fynta so that she was cut off from prying eyes.

"He wants me to go to Zakuul." Fynta hissed and squeezed her eyes shut. "To take the throne."

Jorgan's snort ruffled Fynta's bangs, but it was Zolah who spoke. "Take her home." The spy's gaze never wavered from Fynta's face. Though her tone was cool, Jorgan heard sympathy behind it. "People think she's invincible at the moment. Let's use that as long as we can."

"While harsh," Theron interjected, "She's right. Fynta needs to walk away before she falls apart. The Alliance needs this win."

Jorgan wanted to snap at everyone to move back, to leave his wife alone, but Fynta beat him to it. "Help me up," she whispered into Jorgan's chestplate. "I can't feel my left leg."

Looping an arm beneath her, Jorgan leveraged Fynta to her feet. The first couple of steps were wobbly, and her prosthetic gave out numerous times. "Something fried the circuitry," she concluded as they entered the main hangar.

A slow clap began at the back of the room, rolling closer as Jorgan and Fynta hobbled through the building. Someone let out a shrill whistle, which ignited a volley of cheers. Verin and Torian stood at the entrance to the base, soot smeared and proud smiles tinged with sadness as they watched their sister move through the crowd. Noara had one arm wrapped around the clan leader, and it looked like she might be holding him up as much as Jorgan was Fynta.

Cormac's tear streaked face came into view next, with Tayl balanced on his shoulders. Jorgan looked instinctively for Shillet, but she found him first. The girl slammed into them, her spindly arms wrapping around the necks of both Fynta and Jorgan. "You survived," she whispered, then stepped back and wiped her eyes.

Fynta chuckled and aimed a weak punch at the young nautolan's arm. "Never a doubt."

Concern crossed Shillet's face, but Jorgan shook his head when she looked at him. Plastering on a watery smile, Shillet slipped under Fynta's other arm. "You look like you could use a shower."

"And a long ass nap," Fynta added. She stumbled as they turned the corner, leaving the crowd behind with members of the War Council acting as shields.

"I'm about to do something you're going to hate," Jorgan warned as the echoes of cheers grew more distant.

Fynta glared up at him. "Don't you fucking dare. I can walk."

Jorgan stepped in front of Fynta and scooped her into his arms. It had been years since he'd lifted her like that, and that time hadn't been kind to either of them. Jorgan's back cramped and his knees grumbled, but he ignored them. "Shillet, get the door."

"I'll get even," Fynta complained, but she held still.

By the time Jorgan made it to their apartment with his burden, he was dizzy from the strain. Gone were the days of the young Cathar who could deadlift his wife. He was old and beaten down. So was Fynta.

Shillet palmed open the door, and Jorgan all but dropped Fynta onto the sofa. There was no way in hell he'd make it up the stairs. "Shillet, grab a water, will you?"

While the girl moved to comply, Jorgan bent to remove Fynta's armor. Shillet offered the water to Fynta, then wrung her hands. "I want to help with the clean up."

"No." Jorgan didn't look up from the fastenings of Fynta's boots. He didn't have to sense the agitation from his daughter. Glancing back, he pinned Shillet with the same glare that had failed every other time before. "There are dead bodies, roaming Knights, and rogue Skytroopers. It's too dangerous."

"I won't leave the base." Shillet looked to Fynta for help, then squared her shoulders and mirrored Jorgan's glare. "I can help."

The growl building in the back of Jorgan's throat faltered at Fynta's touch. He looked from his daughter to his wife, both so alike despite having spent a lifetime apart. Fynta offered a weak smile. "Cormac will keep her safe. He and Verin are making the verd'ika clear rubble as penance for sneaking off."

"Fine." Jorgan ground the word out. Shillet's lips split into a sharp toothed grin. As she turned to run back to her friends, Jorgan snagged her skinny wrist and tugged her into a hug that was too tight given the armor he wore. Shillet didn't complain. "You don't leave Cormac's side, got it?"

"Got it." Shillet kissed Jorgan's cheek, gave a thumbs up to Fynta, and started away again. Jorgan ruffled her head tresses as she went, watching until his daughter vanished through the door.

Fynta groaned as she pushed herself further into a sitting position. "You did a good job."

"It was a team effort." Jorgan thought back to the Havoc Squad he'd lost at the Spire. Of the gentle way each and every one of them imprinted a part of themselves on the girl. Shaking the old memories away, Jorgan faced his wife. "Come on, let's get you out of this armor."

Odessen Alliance Command Personal Quarters

Fynta's skin tingled like tiny flames dancing under the surface. Ever since Vaylin's death, Valkorion had jumped in and out of view, pausing time only to hurl Fynta back into the stream of movement. Her stomach heaved and it felt like her bones itched. Helping Shillet escape Jorgan's overprotectiveness had been as much for her as it had been for the girl. As Zolah pointed out, Fynta had just done the impossible, she couldn't break with witnesses. Not even family.

Jorgan pulled Fynta's boot off, then switched to examine her prosthetic leg. It sparked when he shifted the foot, sending a jolt through both of them. Cursing, the Cathar snatched his hand back. "We need to have that looked at sooner than later."

"If we leave it alone, it can wait until later," Fynta replied with a poor attempt at levity. Jorgan didn't laugh.

"Some new dings in the armor." Jorgan was avoiding the main problem. The ticking bomb in Fynta's head. "Maybe—"

"You didn't take the shot." Fynta knew he had it. She remembered the pain in his voice, begging her forgiveness. Fynta had been too far gone in Valkorion's power to respond, but she'd known he was there. I forgive you, she'd tried to say. Being removed from the instance, Fynta realized Aric's voice was the only thing that had kept her grounded in reality while lightning raged around her.

Jorgan's hands slipped on the buckle of Fynta's leg plate, then he resumed unfastening it with more concentration that was required. "Couldn't." It was all he had to say. Fynta never expected Aric to put a bolt through her, but she didn't know how to convey that in words. She was so damn tired, so damn electrified.

Hooking a finger under Aric's chin, Fynta bent down to meet his lips to hers. He went rigid at first, then cupped her face to add a gentle sweep of his tongue. With their foreheads pressed together, Fynta felt some of the tension in her body ease. Jorgan closed his eyes. "I thought—"

"Me too." Fynta had been ready to die. She'd always known it was a likelihood of facing Vaylin. And when Kaeto and Kozen's bodies had been dumped before her, nothing else mattered apart from ripping the little bitch to pieces. And then, she'd lived.

Aric pressed another chaste kiss to Fynta's lips, then went back to removing her armor. While he was bent forward, she slipped her fingers into the catches on his chest and back plates, letting them fall away. They continued undressing one another in silence, until only the clingy under armour remained. Jorgan settled on the sofa behind Fynta and pulled her against him.

"We should bathe," Fynta suggested even while the warmth from his body soothed her aching muscles.

"In a minute." Aric's arms tightened. Fynta didn't struggle. She had a feeling there would be time for that later.

Odessen War Room 13:00 Hours

Theron's back slammed into the wall. He put one hand on the fist gripping the front of his shirt while holding the other palm out to show submission. "Okay—okay. Look, before you hit me, hear me out."

"Make this good, Shan." Fynta stood behind her husband, the one currently pinning Theron to the cool and impassable stone. The flatness with which she addressed him was almost as unsettling as the sharp teeth inches from his face.

Theron had known Jorgan for a long time. He'd been on the receiving end of one of the Cather's punches before. That was nothing compared to the feral rage emanating from him now. After all these years, Theron finally saw what had first attracted Fynta to the grumpy bastard. She'd always had a taste for danger.

Theron avoided looking into the unnaturally bright eyes in front of him and craned his neck to see Fynta. Her arms were folded, mouth set in an unfamiliar frown. He'd known her longer, hell, he was half the reason she was here. Not just out of carbonite, but captured in the first place. If Theron hadn't put Fynta's name up for Garza's special assignment more than a decade ago, well, she'd probably be dead. She'd been on a self destructive path, and the snarling Cathar had saved her. But, it had all come at a steep cost.

"I know what you're thinking," Theron began. Fynta lifted a brow, and Jorgan's grip tightened. Theron blew out a breath. "It's risky, I know. But Oggurrobb has ironed out the kinks that Garza couldn't."

"Well, if Oggurrobb says it's safe—" Fynta pinched the bridge of her nose, then waved one hand. "Let's hear what he has to say, Aric."

Jorgan gave a final shove that made Theron's sternum creak before stepping back. "You heard the woman. Make this good, Shan."

There had never been a kinship between Theron and Jorgan. They'd tolerated each other's presence because the mission required it. It might have something to do with Theron accusing Jorgan of fucking his commanding officer for the wild ride that she was. It had been a poor attempt and building trust in a shared misadventure. He hadn't known at the time they were married.

"If you're done threatening my spy," Zolah drawled. The holo in the center of the table came to life with a schematic that made Theron's pulse quicken. It wouldn't look like much to the average pair of eyes, but Theron thought it was pure beauty. A small device, no bigger than the palm of his hand, capable of harnessing the most deadly power in all the universe.

"Darth Kozen," there was a barely perceptible pause in Zolah's explanation. Theron doubted anyone other than him caught it. "Studied the prison that Major Jorgan brought with him from Nathema. He was convinced that the answers to containing Valkorion rested with the soul inside."

Jorgan folded his arms, scowl increasing, but Fynta looked intrigued. She'd been furious to learn that her husband had stolen the artifact until he'd explained the ingenious idea behind it. Unfortunately, being trapped for nearly a milenia hadn't softened Valkorion's sire's heart. He wanted to bargain, but Kozen and Lana had other plans. Then, they'd lost the Sith Lord, and with him, a large part of their advantage. That is where Theron came in.

"I know things didn't go well when Garza tried this." Theron ignored Jorgan's growl, but the betrayal was still there in Fynta's eyes. She still hadn't forgiven him for his part in the Eclipse Squad incident on Rishi. Theron supposed that was fair. "But, they didn't have Oggurrobb or access to Zakuulan tech."

Fynta held up one hand, and Theron paused. His pulse skittered while he waited for her to shut him down. To his surprise, she only tapped the side of her head. "Should I be hearing this?"

"No," Quinn stated plainly. He'd been against inviting Fynta to this meeting in the first place, but Theron refused to move forward without her permission. He was done keeping secrets from the people who mattered to him.

Steering the conversation away from the details, Theron switched off the holo. "You have to consent to the next part."

Fynta's single brow lifted, and Zolah picked up the line of conversation. "You're aware of the Castellan restraints that were imposed on me?" Now, their commander's eyes widened. Zolah nodded. "Something along those lines."

Huffing out a nervous laugh, Fynta braced both hands against the conference table behind her. "Well, I guess that explains why Vector isn't here."

Vector had been against the plan from the beginning. His trauma from breaking Zolah free went so deep that the man couldn't see the practical value anymore. This could work. "Do you get it now?"

"Enough." Fynta shared a look with her husband, and Theron watched an entire conversation happen in a matter of seconds. Her browns lifted, and Jorgan's mouth thinned into a narrow line. When he sighed, Theron knew the answer had been decided. Fynta nodded to the room and pushed away from the table. "I'll leave you to it, then."

Without a backward glance, Fynta left the room. Theron saw fear in the stiffness of her spine, the lift of her chin. The more composed Fynta appeared, the more out of sorts she was on the inside. Judging by Jorgan's glare, he knew it too.

When the door shut, the Cathar resumed his menacing scowl. "Fill me in, and Shan—make it good."

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omg this is so good!! <3

I did a thing today! Torian's voice actor Johnny Yong Bosch was at FanX today and I had to go see him. I thought long and before choosing this picture, one of the first @dingoat ever did of my favorite couple. He seemed excited I brought him something from Swtor, nothing on his table reflected that he was involved with Star Wars at all.

He asked me if this meant I let him live. I told him that of course I do, Vette dies every time. And after he signed the picture he thanked me for playing the game and when I tell you that made me cry in a jam packed room full of nersy strangers, belive me. I couldn't get the tears to stop for several minutes. This was a wonderful interaction and I'm so glad I got to see him today.

[the-starry-seas]

decided to do a post rounding up my SWTOR characters with Lore™

Angharad: She and her twin brother were raised by Mandalorians who settled in Republic space to raise their children. The kids' dream was to become part of Havoc Squad, something her brother achieved a year earlier than her, due to her taking a year for specialist training. He was killed in action a month before she was due to transfer. The following defection hit her hard, as she knew her brother never would have gone along with it, and because it felt like losing her dream. She repainted her armour gold and grey, which in the Mandalorian code, means a search for vengeance and mourning a lost love. Jorgan painted his to match, and in the course of completing their mission, converted to being Mandalorian himself.

I'Nurhraza: One of the first known Tusken Jedi, she was discovered shortly before her first birthday. Her parents refused to let her go without examining the Jedi life for themselves, which was allowed once the Jedi learned the extensive history of settlers' trickery and violence on Tatooine. Her parents were satisfied that the Jedi Order was a safe place for their child, and left her in their care, along with a set of decorated robes and instructions on how to find them again, if she ever wished to leave the Order. She grew up without the cultural custom of hiding her face, and thus walks around without Tusken wrappings, though she does wear the skirt and bracers her parents gifted her. She revisited Tatooine before committing to becoming a Knight, to ensure her choice of the Order was an informed one. Her saber hilt is decorated with patterns inspired by those she saw in the architecture of her family's home, and as of recent promotion, she wears a Master's robe over her outfit.

Jayd Voresh: Her mother was a dancing slave for an Alderaanian lord, who impregnated her and then sold her to prevent his bastard from being discovered. Jayd was born with her mother's anger, and when she showed signs of the Force, her mother saw a chance for revenge. She sent her daughter to the Sith and disappeared so as not to distract her from her training. Jayd proved to have immense raw power. Despite the opinions of those who knew her background, she quickly rose through the ranks. Upon graduating her training, and as a jab at her in her opinion, she was gifted a slave of her own. Vette was nothing more than an amusing pastime at first, but Jayd came to care for her and eventually consider her an equal.

R'Esahmab: When he was ten years old, his father was kidnapped by offworld slavers. R'Esahmab spent the next decade of his life training to be as lethal as possible. He then took to the stars, searching for his father and the deaths of those who took him. It took years, but he finally accomplished it with the help of Republic allies he met in the course of his adventures. He and his father returned to Tatooine, where they reunited with their clan, but R'Esahmab was no longer content to stay in one place. The siren call of space travel remained in his heart, and his father continued to often join him in his travels.

Vinir: A lifelong mercenary, he didn't expect any real fight from a contract to assassinate a Mandalorian warlord. Turned out that Mandos don't go down that easy - and that they have a deep instinct to adopt people who are good in a fight. His former target saved his life after an ambush, then offered him a home. At first Vinir only said yes to bide his time until he could escape offworld. Once he realised how genuine the offer was, he decided that he was okay with having somewhere to belong to. He painted his armour and took off to enter the Great Hunt, to prove his worth to his new family. They always did know how to pick overachievers. He still prefers droids to humans, and has half a dozen little ones scurrying around his ship, but he'll accept one (1) clan of Mandos in his personal space, when he's home.

Zytho'nor'eneti: In a time before he remembers, Onore ended up in the hands of a slave trader. He always had a talent for sneaking, and was constantly earning the ire of his master for getting into places he wasn't supposed to be and hearing things he wasn't supposed to know. While his master was scolding him for his latest misdeed, he was overheard by a human male, who decided to train Onore to be a proper spy. The Keeper saw plenty of skill in the young Chiss, and fought against Imperial anti-alien sentiment in order to get Onore every opportunity he needed. Onore repaid him well, with a flawless service record and ruthless dedication - which was often questioned as belonging to one man, rather than the Empire as a whole. It was no surprise to anyone when the pair of them disappeared one day to continue their work on their own terms.