#jedi jorgan

[cinlat]

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

[i-looove-dillydallying]

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

[personalswtorheadcanons]

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!

[meanbihexual]

May I Have This Dance?

Art by the amazing @birdy-the-artist

Valorum Ballroom, Senate Tower, Coruscant, 3637 BBY, one month after the defeat of the Revanites on Yavin IV

Theron slid two fingers under his collar and tugged on the starched fabric, hoping that this time—unlike his previous attempts over the past half hour—the gesture would actually loosen the garment’s grip on his throat.

“It doesn’t work,” came a gruff voice from beside him, and Theron turned to see Aric Jorgan approaching, clad in his dark blue dress uniform, an impressive array of medals glinting across the left side of jacket. “I’ve tried every time I’m forced into one of these events, and I always leave feeling like I’ve been strangled by a vine snake.”

Theron sighed and dropped his hand.

“The Director owes me one for not faking my death to get out of this,” he muttered, and Jorgan chuckled.

“At least you didn’t get carted off at the crack of dawn by Saresh’s team of ‘Couturier Impresarios.’”

“Her what?” Theron didn’t often consider himself clueless, but he had to admit that he hadn’t even the slightest idea what that jumble of syllables meant.

“Stylists, apparently, though they were offended when I called them that. Showed up at 0600 hours this morning, almost fainted when Phila, Dorne, and Qiy said they were planning on wearing their dress uniforms, and then practically carried them off the ship to get them ready for tonight,” Jorgan answered, and Theron couldn’t help but notice the flash of terror in the man’s eyes as he spoke.

He didn’t blame him in the slightest.

“Phila commed me around lunch,” Jorgan continued, “said all the women from Yavin were there getting glammed up, willing or not. Except Grandmaster Shan—I guess she got out of it somehow.”

“I guess there are some perks to being the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order,” Theron said. Then, after a brief pause: “I bet Safi hated that.”

“I’ll be hearing about the indignities for weeks, if it makes you feel any better,” Jorgan commiserated.

Theron nodded absently, craning his neck for a better view of the entrance to the ballroom. At the top of a small flight of stairs the double doors were thrown open, having already admitted the substantial crowd that now milled around the floor, waiting for the official start of the ball, but the hallway that stretched beyond them stood vacant.

“You’d think they’d be here already, if they’ve been getting ready for 12 hours,” he said, his hand rising to fidget with his collar once more.

Jorgan raised an eyebrow in a strange expression Theron wasn’t able to interpret before it dissolved with a shrug.

“Saresh probably wants them to make a grand entrance, after all the work she had her people do.”

An agreement was on Theron’s lips when a flurry of movement near the entrance caught his attention. He pushed his way to the front of the crowd, vaguely aware that Jorgan was following him, as the voice of the Senate Herald rang across the room.

“Jedi Master Safiya Adraiel, Hero of Tython, Battlemaster of the Jedi Order,” he announced in his smooth, cultured tones, pitched to perfectly cut through the ambient sounds of the people below.

Theron looked up and forgot how to breathe.

Safi stood at the top of the staircase, perched on her toes like she wasn’t sure if she was going to descend or turn and run. Midnight blue silk fell to her feet in soft folds, topped by an intricately beaded bodice that shimmered in the light of the chandeliers. Her arms were encased in sheer fabric of the same shade as the rest of the dress, with her shoulders and the skin above her decolletage left bare. She wore her usual mask, but her hair was pinned in an elaborate coiffure with just a few curls left down to frame her face.

Theron knew he was staring but was powerless to do anything else; in all honesty, he was surprised that his mouth wasn’t hanging open. He’d known she was beautiful, of course, had known it since the moment he first laid eyes on her, but tonight…tonight, she was magical.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad,” he heard Jorgan mutter, but he couldn’t spare any attention for the comment or what it might have meant.

He might never have managed another coherent thought if Safi hadn’t moved then, wrapping one arm across her middle in a gesture that he recognized from sleepless nights spent sharing secrets and confessing insecurities. In an instant Theron was in motion, striding forward and breaking through the front line of the staring crowd, eyes never leaving her face, hand outstretched toward her.

Safi smiled, the small, shy gesture lighting up her face in a way that made Theron’s heart race, and lifted her skirts daintily with one hand before starting down the stairway. When she reached the bottom, she laid her hand in Theron’s, her lips parting in delighted surprise when he brought her hand to his lips and ghosted a soft kiss across the back of her knuckles. Before she had time to respond, he had tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and begun to escort her back to his previous position next to Jorgan as the herald began announcing the next arrival.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” Safi murmured in a low voice as they made their way across the floor. “Jedi aren’t normally announced like it. It caught me off guard.”

“Anytime,” Theron choked out, his voice hoarse, as if he had forgotten how to use the muscles that made speech possible. Then, because he couldn’t say nothing, “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” she said again, ducking her head slightly as a blush slowly rose to color her cheeks. “I feel a little out of place. I’m sure I’m nothing special compared to the people who attend these balls regularly.”

Theron stopped walking for a moment and used his free hand to tilt her chin up until he could see her face.

“You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight,” he whispered, his voice fierce and passionate despite its low volume.

Safi’s blush deepened, but her smile returned.

“I’ll let you have that one, but only because my wife isn’t here yet.” Jorgan’s voice made them both turn, and he inclined his head to Safi. “Master Safiya, it’s good to see you again.”

“And you, Captain Jorgan,” she responded warmly. “Phila should be announced soon, she was only a few places behind me.”

“That’s my cue, then,” he said, and with a brief nod of his head he started off in the direction of the entrance.

“You look very nice tonight, too,” Safi said, turning her attention back to Theron. She trailed her hand along the sleeve of his jacket, a formal affair in deep blue and gold that was remarkably similar in cut to his favorite red one. “I like the blue. We match.”

Theron was sure that this had not been left to chance—the jacket, along with the other pieces of his ensemble, had been delivered by courier that morning—but he only nodded in agreement. “Everyone will be jealous of our coordination when we dance.”

One eyebrow arched delicately above her mask.

“That’s quite a presumption you’re making, Agent Shan.” Her words rang with laughter, and Theron couldn’t suppress a grin when he answered.

“I could convince you, if you see any dark corners we can sneak away to…” He made a show of craning his neck to look around the ballroom as Safi giggled.

“Or you could just ask,” she remarked dryly, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the laughs that wound themselves around her words.

“There’s an idea,” Theron replied consideringly, as though Safi had said something brilliant rather than simply pointing out the obvious.

She shook her head, and Theron had the distinct suspicion that she was rolling her eyes behind her mask.

While they’d been speaking, the herald had announced the last of the guests, and now the opening strains of a Corellian Waltz floated from the orchestra at the far end of the room.

“Perfect timing.” Theron grinned and took Safi’s hand, executing a rather good imitation of one of the extravagant court bows used by Alderaanian nobility.

“May I have this dance?”

Safi’s smile shone like the stars when she answered.

“You may.”

[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.    

[diazuk-legacy]

Name: Tigerihak Jorgan

Profile: Tiger skined male cather and son of Goldsawkin Nal and Aric Jorgan

“Why do you think people should vote for you?” “I’m pretty good looking and i’m very good at combat. I heard the prize is very good so I want in. Vote for me"

Name: Kianmari Srisgrace

Profile: Confirmed Hero of Tython. Female Jedi Knight. Slayer of the Sith Emperor and Commander of the Alliance. But Is a walking fire breathing zombie underneath all that armour.

“Why do you think people should vote for you?” Kianmari: “ I don’t know I’m just in it for the prize. My armour is shiny and golden so that might get me some votes. And afterall I am the Hero of Tython one of most famous and skilled knights in the galaxy."

Tigerihak Jorgan "I'm quite honor to be in your presence Master Jedi."

Kianmari Srisgrace "Thank you Solider" "At least some one recognize my rank" She whispered.

Tigerihak Jorgan "Could I ask you a question? It about the rumors. I need to know'

Kiamari Srisgrace "Go ahead"

Tigerihak Jorgan "Is it true that you are an undead?"

Kianmari Srisgrace "It true. But I assure you, I am no ghoul nor zombie so your perfectly safe"

Tigerihak Jorgan "Thank goodness. I was concern you might have been one of those Nekghoul. It good to be proven wrong. Then what are you exactly?"

Kianmari Srisgrace "A Banshee"

[clevermird]

Title: The Road to Coruscant

Prompt: Allies @shortfictionweeklychallenge

Rating: Teen

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

Pairing(s): None

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

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Mallena threw down the datapad in frustration. As if she didn’t have enough on her plate already! Now, Command was saying that not only would her armor be delayed again- as if running around a war zone in her jumpsuit wasn’t enough of an incentive to find a her some!- but the shuttle that would take them to Coruscant needed repairs. Instead, they would have to travel on The Esseles, a much slower transport.

Sergeant Jorgan looked at her curiously. Just keep your mouth shut, Mallena willed. After the shouting match they had on the way here, she was in no mood to explain herself to her former CO.

She checked her chrono. Their ride left in twenty minutes. “Time to go,” she said, grabbing her duffle bag and slinging her rifle over her shoulder. They threaded their way through the crowds on Citadel Station to the docking level.

Esseles’ passenger lounge wasn’t particularly crowded, so she dropped her bag on a couch and sat next to it, cradling her rifle in her lap. At least she might get a nap in during the trip. And it would save her an awkward shuttle ride alone with the sergeant.

She knew that at least part of the tension was her fault, but he had been the one to start it. Yeah, getting demoted and placed under the command of your former subordinate probably sucked, but she hadn’t been any more responsible for that than he’d been. She was sorry she had yelled at him, but he had to come apologize to her first.

Four more passengers entered the lounge and Mallena’s eyes widened. They didn’t say there would be Jedi on this trip.

She’d never seen a Jedi before, and she wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it wasn’t this. One was a Mirialan, with rich green skin and neat geometric tattoos in a slightly darker tone on her cheeks. Despite her plain, practical outfit- leggings, boots, and a layered tunic in various shades of brown- and the lightsaber hilt that hung from her belt under a light robe, everything about her said “soft”. Gently curving features, large eyes, chin-length light brown hair, it all told Mallena that she probably preferred studying to sabers.

In contrast, her companion, though a tad shorter, was all trim muscles and sharp angles. She wore leggings and boots as well, but in place of a robe, she wore a short-sleeved overtunic wrapped at the waist. She must have injured her eyes, because they were covered with a small, close-fitted mask. Her short hair was steel grey and combed back from her face, though she couldn’t have been much older than Mallena herself.

The Mirialan said something to the Trandoshan next to her, a green-scaled hulk with a missing eye and several broken spikes. He (at least Mallena thought it was a he) growled in response. He wasn’t a Jedi, was he? He didn’t have a lightsaber. The other Jedi crossed the lounge and sat a few seats away from Mallena, leading an ancient astromech droid.

Not for the first time, Mallena wished they would hurry up and issue her new Havoc Squad armor already. When she had her helmet on, she could stare at people all she liked without them knowing. Well, maybe a Jedi still would. They could read your thoughts, couldn’t they? She hoped nothing embarrassing popped into her head in the next few hours.

The ship shuddered slightly as it entered hyperspace. Finally on their way.

A few minutes later, a pale blue Twi’lek wandered up. “Have you heard anything from the crew?”

“About what?”

“There’s talk that that the Empire’s going to break the Treaty of Coruscant and attack.”

“I didn’t hear, but it doesn’t surprise me.” Given what they had just scored with Havoc Squad, they probably thought the Republic was ripe for the taking.

The grey-haired Jedi stood and approached them. “They wouldn’t be that foolish. We control twice as many planets as they do. Their military might be stronger, but they wouldn’t have the resources to sustain a long-term war.”

“Still, if they were-“ Jorgan’s words were cut off by the familiar sound of an explosion. A second later, the ship rocked, throwing Mallena off balance. Grabbing her seat to keep from falling onto Jorgan, she reflexively searched for her rifle.

“What was that?” said the Twi’lek.

“I don’t know.” Mallena was starting to have a bad feeling about this whole situation.

The ship rocked again, and something hit the large door that separated the passenger lounge from the rest of the ship. The other Jedi and the Trandoshan jumped out of their seats. Another impact, and the door bent in a bit. Someone screamed.

Mallena didn’t wait to see any more. Shouting at Jorgan to follow her, she charged toward the door. It shuddered open and she paused just long enough to see that the intruder was a giant droid before she opened fire. The grey-haired Jedi slashed a leg off the droid as the Trandoshan and the astromech fought to keep its attention. Whatever her personal issues with Jorgan were, she had to admit he could work that autocannon pretty well. Blaster bolts from in front, behind, and around her rained down on the droid.

And then, almost before it had really started, the shooting stopped. Mallena blinked in the smoke and looked around. Most of the passengers were huddled behind tables and couches, but the twi’lek passenger from earlier approached them warily.

“Looks like the rumors were true,” said Mallena. A sense of heaviness settled over her. If the treaty was broken, that would mean all-out war couldn’t be far away.

“If the Imperials are trying to board the vessel, we have to get to the bridge and protect the captain,” said the Jedi.

“You’re right,” replied the passenger.

“Wait,” said the Mirialan. “Who’s going to protect them if more droids show up?” She pointed at the cowering civilians.

“I’ll do it. Hurry!”

Mallena wasn’t sure if one woman with a blaster and no apparent combat experience would be adequate, but there was no time to argue. She, the two Jedi, Jorgan, the Trandoshan, and the droid jogged down the hall. Around the first bend, she saw how the droid must have gotten in: a boarding tube.

“Wait up!” called a familiar voice. Mallena looked back. It was the Twi’lek freighter captain from Ord Mantel. What is she doing here? She wondered. The captain ran towards them, bright blue lekku bobbing. A human man with dreadlocks was behind her, carrying a rifle and wearing what looked like repainted Republic military armor. Mercenary? Co-pilot? Bodyguard? Boyfriend? No telling.

While they waited, Mallena took the opportunity to examine the boarding tube. It was designed with a pointed tip to penetrate the walls of the ship without causing decompression , then expand to allow the occupants to exit into the corridor. “Clever.”

“We might have to adopt that technology, sir,” said Jorgan. “It could be useful for high-risk insertions.”

“Maybe an atmospheric version for buildings too.” It was a good idea.

“What do you want?” said the grey-haired Jedi as the Twi’lek and the human caught up with the rest of the group.

“To help defend the ship, of course. You don’t think I’m just gonna sit in there and wait for the Imps to come to me, do you?” She grinned and tossed her lekku over her shoulder.

“Alright, let’s go.” The Jedi set off again. They encountered several more droids on their way to the nearest elevator, but nothing on the scale of the one that had attacked the lounge. Despite the danger she knew they were in, Mallena found herself feeling better about the situation than anything that had happened since she had joined Havoc Squad. This is how it’s supposed to be. We’re the good guys, they’re the bad guys, and we’re protecting innocent civilians.  

They piled into an elevator and stepped onto the bridge. Crew members worked frantically at their stations. Through the viewscreen, Mallena could see the Imperial cruiser that pursued them.

Another turbolaser blast rocked the ship and a console at the front of the bridge erupted into golden flames. As Mallena approached, she saw an officer hunched over a man’s body. “Captain? Come on Captain, you can make it.”

“Sir, he’s dead” said another officer. “You’re the captain now. Orders?”

The man- who must have been the ship’s first officer- threw up his hands. “I don’t know! The Imps took out our forward turbolasers, and our shields can’t take much more of this.”

Mallena had heard enough. She stepped forward. “Listen. Your men are counting on you, and I don’t care how hopeless it looks, you need to step up and lead.” She might get in trouble for that later, but they’d never survive this if no one was leading the ship.

The Mirialan Jedi put her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. The Force is with us, and we’re here to help. What do you need?”

He took a deep breath. “Sorry, Master Jedi. I’m First Officer Haken.”

She bowed. “Jedi Feyte Saien and this is Qyzen Fess. And I’m not a master. I only just graduated from my apprenticeship, in fact.”

First Officer Haken cast a questioning look at the rest of the group.

“Lieutenant Dayne, sir.” Mallena saluted. I didn’t even get used to being a sergeant, and now a lieutenant.

Jorgan saluted as well. “Sargent Jorgan, sir.”

The other Jedi stood with her hands behind her back. “Jedi Lancaster. This is T7-01. What do the Imperials want?”

“We’re not sure,” replied Haken. “But there must be something on board they want. Otherwise why risk breaking the treaty?”

The twi’lek straightened up from where she’d been leaning on a console. “I’m Captain Jessasi Silver, and this is Corso.”

Haken ignored her. “I was thinking maybe the Jedi should-“

“Sir!” shouted a crew member from the lower section. “The Imperial ship is hailing us.”

“Let it through.”

The holodisplay on the com console flickered to life, displaying an image of a muscular man with dark hair. He wore a high-ranking Imperial officer’s uniform and looked insufferably arrogant to Mallena.

“This is Imperial Grand Moff Kilrun,” he said in a voic that confirmed her assessment. “We have reason to believe that your ship is carrying a fugitive from Imperial justice, an “Ambassador Vin Assara”. Let us have her, and your ship may leave in peace.” Yeah, right, thought Mallena.

“I’ve never heard of her,” said Haken.

“Hmm, lying, or just incompetent? No matter. My agents aboard the ship have confirmed the Ambassador’s presence. Surrender her, or I’ll be forced to destroy your ship.” The holoimage disappeared.

“Pleasant fellow isn’t he?” said Captain Silver.

Haken’s expression had turned steely. “I need you to help Commander Narlok repel the boarding party. They are not taking this ship.”

“Yes, sir!” Haken wasn’t technically in her chain of command, since he was Navy and she was Army, but under the circumstances, it didn’t matter much.

They found Commander Narlok, a loud-voiced Mon Cal, in what looked like some sort of empty storage room. “This is it, men!” he shouted. “Let’s make these Imps pay for attacking us.” The men – maybe half a dozen – shouted enthusiastically and Mallena joined in. She needed all the boost she could get.

The seal between the doors in front of them glowed. After a few tense seconds, they burst open, spilling men into the ship. “Surrender!” shouted their commander.

“Not a chance!” Mallena fired her rifle into the smoke. Dodging a shot, she continued firing in a spray pattern. Every time a soldier fell, another one took his place. She would have to stop and reload soon.

The grey-haired Jedi was a blur of blue and green lightsabers as she cut men down left and right. Still, they kept pouring through the opening. Five shots left. Four.

“How many are there?” she wondered aloud.

“No idea, sir,” replied Jorgan. Three shots. Two. One. Time to reload. Pulling another power pack out of her belt pouch, she dived behind a box. The spent pack was stuck. Why now? She looked up. An Imperial soldier stood over her, raising his blaster to fire. There was no way she could get her sidearm out in time.

He crumpled to the ground, triumphant expression still on his face. Mallena peeked out from the box and saw Jorgan swinging his cannon towards a new target.

A voice blared from the intercom. “This is the Ambassador. It was all a trap! The Imps have the bridge locked down.”

Mallena swore. They had to finish this. She got back on her feet and raced towards the boarding party, screaming at the top of her lungs. The first man fell, shot through the chest. The second was prepared, but a blaster bolt between the eyes stilled him too.

She pushed her way towards the doors. There they were. She pulled out a grenade, armed it, tossed it in.

Immediately, she dived away from the door, covering her head with her arms. The concussion rippled up her legs and broke on her back, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Her vision darkened.

When she looked up, Jedi Lancaster was pulling her lightsabers out of the last Imperial’s body and the Trandoshan was methodically checking the bodies for survivors. Mallena’s vision was fuzzy and her head spun when she tried to get up. Maybe she should just sit here for a few minutes.

Jorgan’s legs approached her. Squatting down, he met her eyes, his lips moving but inaudible over the ringing in her ears. She couldn’t read lips as well as she would have liked to, but she thought he was asking her if she was alright.

“I think I will be once I can hear again.”

“Are you sure? What’s your name and rank? How many fingers am I holding up?” The ringing was fading a bit now, and she could make out the words with a bit of concentration.

“Come on, Jorgan.” When he continued staring at her, she sighed. “My name is Lieutenant Dayne. And you’ve got three fingers.”

“Alright, that’s better.” He stood and offered her his hand.

She took it and let him pull her to her feet. She only felt mildly nauseous, so she must be getting better. “Thank you for shooting those Imps off me.”

“Just looking out for my CO, sir. I’m sure you would have done the same.”

She managed a grin. “Call me Mallena.”

[cinlat]

Whiskey and Tihaar: Alderaan Part Two

Chapter One  |  Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight

You can read it by following the above links (for better formatting), or below the cut (for lazy formatting).

This AU is purely self-indulgent. Most chapters will feature a mutual’s OC that they have graciously trusted me with. Everything about this universe is my excuse to play with Fynta and Aric in different roles and have them interact with all the original characters in this fandom that I’ve come to love. Thanks everyone!

Chapter Summary: Every time Fynta and Aric make a little headway, something reminds them that they have nothing in common. These two need a good mediator, and thankfully, one is on the way. Word Count: 5,522 Special guests: @tishinada​ Ucevi  @kunoichi-ume​ Noara

Alderaan Darth Nemesis Safe House

"Well, that could have gone better." Fynta stared at the darkened archway where Aric had vanished. She still felt his fury and hated that she was the cause. Ironic since she'd spent their first couple of weeks together pushing the Cathar to his limits because. She'd wanted the measure of his temper. Now, she had it.

"He doesn't seem to like me," Nora mused from her position in the opposite entry. She'd held back, keeping Aric at bay while Fynta tried to convince them both not to kill one another. The Chiss hummed in thought, and Fynta silently cursed Ucevi for her secretiveness for once. She knew what was coming before Nora spoke. "He's not Sith, not with the way he wields the Force."

Slowly, Fynta turned to face her hostess. Red eyes widened, then snapped to Fynta. "Please tell me that you didn't bring a Jedi into one of my secret havens."

Though Nora's tone was sweet, the underlying threat was obvious. Fynta blew out a breath and tried to think of a reasonable excuse. "Technically, the Jedi brought me here."

Pale brows reached Nora's hairline, but it was her apprentice who spoke. "Did he defect?"

Noara was still in her early twenties, not yet granted the title of Lord of the Sith. She was strong in the Force, but with too gentle a heart to use it for evil. Thus, she was Darth Nemesis's studious assistant in the public eye. Only a chosen few knew that the girl had once been a Jedi Padawan.

Fynta shook her head. "No, he's still very much a pompous ass." She sighed. "But he's a vital part of my mission. Grandmother approved."

"Does this have anything to do with that information you wanted about Nox?" Nora asked with a wary side glance at her apprentice. Fynta opened her mouth to respond, but the Chiss raised one manicured hand. "Never mind, I don't need to know. So long as Ucevi deems it critical, I'll allow whatever this is." She waved that same hand past Fynta towards where Aric had gone. Judging by Nora's expression, she wasn't pleased with how well the Jedi knew the layout of her safehouse.

Dropping her hand, Nora turned to her apprentice. "Be a dear and activate the service droids. We'll stay only long enough to refuel and restock. Then, I feel as if it's best that we are in the eye of the public while Fynta and her Jedi complete their task."

"Yes, my lord." Noara waited for her master to turn away before leaning closer to Fynta. "Meet me on the blaster range in half an hour. I want to show you my birthday present."

Fynta grinned. She'd taught the youth to shoot once she'd recovered from her stay in Nox's reeducation cells. Noara had come a long way from the skinny child barely holding onto her sanity. Fynta hadn't planned to become someone's hero that day, but she'd never regretted her choice to steal Nox's newest pet. Ucevi had placed the girl with Nora shortly after, and Noara had flourished under that gentle tutelage.

"Deal." Fynta agreed, then she cursed and reached for Noara's arm as the girl turned to leave. "Make it an hour; I need to handle Aric first."

Noara's expression turned serious. "Be nice to him. It can't be easy being surrounded by your enemies. I don't need to know what you're up to, but I'm going to guess it is parsecs outside of his comfort zone. But, he's still here."

"Yeah." Fynta chuckled, then ruffled Noara's dark bangs like she used to. It was hard to see her as the adult that she'd become, rather than the adolescence Fynta had grown to care for. She widened her smile and made a hand gesture of honesty. "I'll be nice, promise." Rolling her eyes, Noara left to do her master's bidding while Fynta followed after Aric.

The walk to Aric's room seemed to be too long and too short at the same time. Fynta stood outside the door with her knuckles poised to knock but unable to make the connection. She had no idea what to say to mend the sort of hurt that she'd felt in Aric before he shut her out. Even now, Fynta could sense the Cathar's restlessness, but it paled in comparison to what they normally shared. He'd walled off his emotions so that Fynta only caught glimpses of what leaked around the seals.

Fynta shored up her defenses and rapped her knuckles against the door. No answer came. Sighing, she extended her senses to confirm that Aric was in the room, then knocked again. Fynta considered breaking the locking mechanism, but given his mood, she decided against it. "You know this door won't keep me out," Fynta called.

The threat worked as expected. Aric's door slid open, but he stood across the room with his arms folded and familiar scowl fixed in place. He'd donned his armor, everything but the trademark cloak. A strange heaviness rose in Fynta's chest at the sight of his chest plate and greaves. "What do you want," he growled, finding a spot above her head to stare at.

To apologize. At least, that's what Fynta meant to say, what came out was completely different. "To see if you're still sulking."

Aric snorted and looked out the window, maintaining a firm glare at the snowcapped scenery beyond. Nora's hideout was nestled into the side of a mountain, according to the schematic that Fynta had found when they arrived. She hadn't ventured into that frozen hellscape. Clouds covered the moon, throwing the room into shadow that left Ari's eyes glaring in the glass. Fynta opted for casual contempt and propped one butt cheek on Aric's bed. "You realize why I couldn't let you kill her, right? That's even if you got close enough to try. You've vastly underestimated that woman's power."

One side of Aric's mouth lifted in a lopsided sneer that revealed the tips of his canines. Fynta thought the expression was adorable, but managed to keep that thought to herself. When Aric didn't respond, she reached for him through the Force.

"Don't," Aric growled, taking a step away from Fynta as if that could weaken their connection. She felt a surge of panic, quickly tamped down, but present all the same. Aric's glare turned to his feet, and Fynta realized for the first time that he hadn't looked at her since she'd walked in. "Just—stay out of my head."

Fynta stood and took a step closer, noting the repeated spike in fear. It wasn't surprise or anxiety, but the raw terror of trapped prey, an emotion she'd become well acquainted with in her line of work. Fynta had never thought to inspire such feelings in the stoic Cathar, though. "What's wrong?"

When Fynta moved again, Aric snarled in earnest. The sound brought her up short. She'd heard him growl in many circumstances, most involving her, but none had ever felt threatening. Aric moved into a loose-limbed defensive stance. "You almost had me," he said, tone low and edged with malice. "You almost convinced me that there was more to the Empire than what the Order thought. But it was a lie. You're just like all the rest."

"I'm—" Fynta sputtered, red coloring her vision and rage boiling through her veins until lightning crackled between her fingers. She bared her teeth and jabbed one of the sparking digits at Aric, holding onto her control by bloodied nails. "You have no idea what you're talking about you self-righteous, pompous di'kutla utreekov."

Fynta had the short-lived satisfaction of seeing the Jedi's brows climb his forehead before she spun around and stormed from the room. She slammed the door hard enough that sparks sprung from the safety mechanisms. It might have jumped off its tracks, but she didn't care enough to look back.

Alderaan Private Residence of Darth Nemesis

Aric stared at the mangled wreckage of his door. Not only had Fynta's outburst short circuited the electrical system, but it had ripped part of the track out of the frame. Without the right tools, Aric wouldn't enjoy the false security of a locked door again.

Sighing, Aric nudged the leaning slab of metal and watched it groan outward. An almost hidden spark of light distracted him. When Aric looked up, the young woman from earlier stood in the hallway with a tray while her pale blue gaze focused on the carnage that had once been his door. "I take it the talk didn't go well?"

Aric snorted a laugh before he could stop himself, then sobered with the reminder that this woman was also a Sith. There was a familiar gentleness in her, though. "Who are you?"

"Oh, right." The woman wiped a hand on silk pants so green that they almost looked black, then extended it to Aric. "My name is Noara Starspark. I'm Nora's apprentice."

Cautiously, Aric accepted the greeting. When their hands touched, he felt the warmth of Tython in the back of his mind. It reminded him of a stream he liked to visit as a boy. A place covered by trees, where the breeze brought with it the crispness from higher in the mountains. "You're not Sith," Aric decided before his higher brain caught up with his instincts.

"Not really, no," Noara answered, then lifted the tray. "A gift from my master, may I?"

"Nothing stopping you." Aric kicked the door for effect.

Only after the shock wore off did Aric realize that Nora must be Darth Nemesis's given name. He kept the younger woman in sight while she went to one of the many tables around the room. Aric folded his arms. "Your master won't be mad that you call her Nora in front of me?"

The young woman waved a dismissive hand. "There are millions of Noras in the Empire, and her birth records are sealed. Good luck weeding her out." Noara set the tray on a dark wood table and removed the lid to show the half drank whiskey from his doomed game with Fynta and two glasses. "You seemed fond of this one."

Aric eyed the gift, wondering what sort of poison had been slipped into it. As if reading his thoughts, Noara smiled. "It's not tampered with. All I did was put the stopper in. When I was cleaning up, my master suggested bringing it to you. I'd hoped that Fynta would be here, but…" She trailed off and left the drink and glasses alone. "If there is anything else you need, please let us know. You are Nora's guest, and thus under her protection. We will leave first thing in the morning to avoid any further stress."

"You said not really," Aric ventured, picking up in the middle of his thoughts. When Noara's head tipped to the side, he reworded his question. "When I said you weren't Sith. What does that mean?"

A small, sad smile pulled at Noara's lips. "I was a Padawan. Nox killed my master and took me for his apprentice." Aric nodded, watching the branches of Darth Nox's control grow before his eyes. Fynta hadn't been exaggerating when she spoke of her former master's reach. "Fynta found me in one of his cells. I don't remember much about how we got out, only that my rescue is what sparked her resignation from Nox's service."

Aric unfolded his arms. There was a lot that Noara left out, but the idea that she and Fynta were so closely connected intrigued him. "How old were you?"

"Thirteen," Noara answered, then shrugged. "I think. I lost a lot of my earlier memories during Nox's intake process. It's why I wasn't returned to the Jedi; I couldn't remember where I was from until months later. By then, Nora had already accepted the position as my new master. They offered me the choice to return, but I preferred it here."

"In the Empire," Aric grumbled, reevaluating the ease with which he accepted Noara in his space.

Noara let out a delicate laugh. "No. I don't care about Empire versus Republic. I chose to stay with Nora because in the few months I lived with her, I learned more about the Force and my connection to it than in years on Tython. She encouraged me to explore, and—" Noara stopped and laughed again when Aric snorted. "Not like that. She taught me to find my way to meditate, to discover where my strength flourished. She was patient and kind."

"That's not the Darth Nemesis from our files," Aric admitted. Fynta had warned him that nothing was as it appeared in the Empire, their Sith included. Ucevi had been cordial and welcoming. Aric had to assume from her relationship with Fynta that the woman was higher ranking than she seemed. Could it be possible that Darth Nemesis was the same?

A kind smile made Noara look younger still. "It's all a disguise. Nora has a real chance to make things better for the Empire, but no one will back her if she appears weak. So, we leak stories to the news to bolster the sort of reputation the Empire expects from their Dark Council members."

"That's barbaric," Aric replied with a curled lip. The thought that someone would use murder and torture to bolster their societal standing made no sense. Then again, he'd never understood the way a Sith's mind worked, even now that he'd spend time with so many.

Shaking her head, Noara poured two glasses of whiskey and lifted hers in cheers. "That's politics." She took a sip, smacked her lips, then continued while examining the glass. "The senators in the Republic are no different, only the reverse. They pretend to be better than they really are. Nora, she just wants to get her foot in the door."

Aric downed his share of the whiskey, hating how much he enjoyed the burn. "What else can you tell me about these Sith?" He needed a better understanding of who to be vigilant around. Though Aric knew it was folly, he trusted the word of this once Padawan. Despite her upbringing in the Empire, he sensed no deceit in her.

Noara shrugged. "You need to trust Fynta as much as she trusts you." Aric lifted a brow, and the girl's smirk returned. "She cares about your opinion. And, whether you like it or not, she's adopted you. Welcome to the club."

With a final salute, Noara drained her glass and placed it upside down on the tray. "If Fynta says they are safe, then they are. Simple as that. Ucevi is a good woman. If you don't threaten her family or her network, you'll be fine. As for my master…" Noara trailed off. "Well, she regrets upsetting you. Fynta mentioned that you hunt Sith and Nora is on your list. For the sake of the Empire, forget about tonight and Darth Nemesis. We need her alive more than you can imagine."

Noara stepped away from the table, bowed the way a Padawan would to her master, then headed for the door. She paused to run a hand over the damaged wall, "I'll send a repair droid."

Then, the woman was gone, leaving Aric with more questions than he'd had before. He'd grown up with two simple truths: the Empire was the enemy, and Sith were evil. The picture Noara painted blurred those lines. And, every Sith that Aric had interacted with so far had been cordial despite knowing who and what he was.

Aric poured another glass of whiskey and swallowed it in a single gulp, letting the burn in his throat signify the fires of this new trial. He had made a promise to Fynta, one that he would keep on his honor as a Jedi. The galaxy would be a better place without Nox. After that, Aric couldn't promise anything.

Alderaan Darth Nemesis Safe House Two Days Later

Aric only left his quarters late at night, when he was certain that he'd be left alone. He walked the silent halls, stopping to admire the snow outside. Fat white flakes drifted lazily onto statues of people he didn't recognize, lending them a ghostly quality.

Closing his eyes, Aric reached out and felt for Fynta. Her chaos was quiet, lulled into the almost peace of sleep. Darth Nemesis and Noara had left the morning following their disastrous introduction, as promised, with the latter stopping by to bid Aric farewell and wish him luck. In return, he had promised to consider the girl's request. Aric had been alone ever since.

Ucevi was scheduled to arrive in the early morning hours the next day. The closer the moment came, the more Aric regretted reaching out to her. When he had agreed to let the Sith Blood shield his mind, Fynta was still speaking to him. As it stood, he'd only caught glimpses of the woman as she drifted through the estate. Aric could find her if he wanted, but he wasn't ready for that conversation. Fynta had invaded his thoughts in a moment of vulnerability, and she'd wrested his control away. He couldn't forgive that so easily.

An alarm chirped, and Aric looked towards the east to catch the drive plume of a small ship. The panel next to him illuminated with a warning of an incoming vessel, then clicked to green when it recognized the access code. Aric's pulse leapt into a staccato when he realized that Ucevi was early.

In the back of Aric's mind, Fynta stirred. He hadn't realized that he was still connected to her, and quickly withdrew before she could accuse him of spying while she slept. He started for the hangar, then thought better of it and went to his room. Though wearing his armor wouldn't protect Aric from a mental attack should Ucevi decide to avenge Fynta's wounded pride, it made him feel better.

Aric had expected the women to go to bed. He knew that Fynta and Ucevi shared a past relationship, though could only speculate on its nature. Fynta hadn't fully admitted to it being romantic, but Aric had his suspicions. So, when someone knocked on his door less than an hour after Ucevi's arrival, Aric jumped.

The void behind Aric's door must have been Ucevi, because Fynta showed up as a mirror, rather than a lack of being, when she hid from him. Squaring his shoulders, Aric answered the door and found himself looking up into the golden eyes of a smiling Sith Lord. "Good evening, Master Jorgan. May I enter?"

Aric stepped back, surprised again by how large the woman was. His mind had made her smaller, stamping the standard female frame onto someone who was anything but. Still, Ucevi moved with a sinuous grace that made the black fabric of her flight armor shimmer in the light. Shaking himself, Aric poked his head into the hallway and found it empty. His chest squeezed, but Aric told himself it was for the best.

"How are you healing?" Ucevi asked, stopping to pour a glass of the whiskey that Noara had brought two nights before. She inhaled the fragrant alcohol with a satisfied sigh, then smiled at Aric. "You look better than when we last spoke."

"Autodoc says everything is good." Aric stood awkwardly in the doorway, hands flexing without anything to do. Eventually, he folded them into his robes. "My DNA is altered, but no signs of transformation. So far, I haven't noticed any significant changes."

Ucevi sipped her whiskey, then nodded. "That's good." She lifted the glass in Aric's direction. "And, we might be able to use that to our advantage. If Nox got a read on you while on Rishi, the rakghoul venom could have fundamentally altered you enough to hide you from his sight. In theory, at least."

"So, you're a specialist on rakghouls now?" The casual conversation eased some Aric's tension, enough that he could move further into the room, at least.

Ucevi shrugged one bare shoulder. Her flight suit left impressive biceps exposed, a trend that Aric had noticed that the Sith Blood employed often. He couldn't decide if it was an intimidation tactic, or because she was proud of her physique. He supposed both were possible. "I read over the thesis of a colleague. The man is a little too interested in rakghouls if you ask me, but his research is fascinating."

Aric spared one more look over his shoulder, expecting Fynta to walk in complaining about lost sleep, but not surprised when she didn't. Sighing, he turned back to the red woman. "As entertaining as this topic is, we should probably—"

"Of course." Ucevi drained her glass, then gestured at one of the plush chairs decorating Aric's room. "If you'll make yourself comfortable. This may take some time since your essence is unfamiliar to me."

Aric did as instructed, perching on the edge of the cushion. "What can I expect?"

Ucevi leaned one hip against the desk and folded her arms. "I'll start slow. It will be uncomfortable at first. I'll need to compartmentalize the various sections, if that helps. I'll see some of your memories, though I promise not to linger. You'll feel my presence, but there shouldn't be pain unless you fight me. If there is anywhere that I should avoid, it's best to tell me now. I will not be gathering intel, so any classified information should remain so."

The brow stalks above Ucevi's eyes pulled together. "This is an unprecedented event. If I encounter resistance, I'll move on unless you want me to push through, but those areas will remain vulnerable. Shielding isn't a blanket process, but a precise, almost surgical practice. It takes trust and time, both of which we are desperately short on. So, I'll ask one more time, are you sure about this?"

Aric wanted to say no. He wanted to walk out of the room, board Fynta's ship, and return to the Republic. Nothing had terrified him so much since his childhood fear of the dark. Now, Aric was inviting the darkness into his soul. Letting out a shaky breath, Aric met the woman's burning gaze. "This is the only way to keep those bastards out of my head, isn't it?"

"Not the only way," Ucevi admitted with a tilt of her head. "But, certainly the most expedient."

"Then, let's get on with it." Aric leaned back in the chair and folded his hands in his lap. "All of it." After all, he didn't sit on the council, and he didn't carry any of the Order's secrets. Aric had never been good at it.

After a few failed meditative breaths, Aric gave up and glared at the fireplace. It was impossible to relax while preparing to let a Sith in. He anticipated pain, because no matter how much he tried, Aric knew he would resist.

A wave of chaos rose in Aric's mind, and he jolted forward to see Fynta stalk into the room. Before he could think better of it, Aric was on his feet. "You came."

"I said I would, didn't I?" Fynta snapped, though the relief of Aric's greeting was palpable. It wasn't until that moment that he realized Fynta hadn't been avoiding him because she was angry, but because she thought he was.

Walking around the chair, Fynta put her hands on Aric's shoulders and pushed him back onto the cushions. When he was seated, she remained behind him. Her next words were directed at Ucevi. "Where do you want me?"

The Sith Blood looked between them, a single brow stalk raised. "There is fine." Aric wondered if Ucevi could sense the conflicting emotions rising within him, or his relief that Fynta had come. If so, she didn't comment on it. "So long as Master Jorgan is comfortable. I may need your help calming him until we've been properly introduced."

"That part sucks," Fynta muttered, squeezing Aric's shoulders. She added a playful wink. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

You need to trust Fynta as much as she trusts you. Noara's words echoed in Aric's ears, and he nodded. Trust was not something that came easily to a Jedi. They were raised to see into people's hearts, and few of those were pure. Then, he'd met Fynta. While she would lie to someone's face to get what she wanted, her intentions were laid out for all who cared to look. Every act of evil was backed by the desire to do good. She was the enigma that he'd been taught to fear. And yet, Aric continuously placed his life in her hands.

Dipping his chin to Ucevi, Aric inhaled until his lungs burned, then let the air out in staggered breaths so that his pulse would slow. Ucevi set the desk chair in front of Aric and lowered herself into it. Her hand hovered above Aric's knee. "I'm going to touch you now. It solidifies our connection and keeps me grounded while I'm in your thoughts. Do I have your permission to begin?" Aric nodded, his focus torn by the warm hands on his shoulders and now his right leg. Ucevi hunched into a more comfortable position. "Now, I need you to enter a meditative state."

Aric glanced behind him to where Fynta stood. "How does she manage this with you?"

"Practice," Ucevi chuckled. "I take it you tried to teach her too?"

"She's a lost cause," Aric answered, letting the banter ease him into a calm mindset that would make meditation easier.

Fynta's hands tightened almost to the point of pain. "You're both assholes."

Ucevi's chuckle seemed to vibrate the air around them, and Aric realized that he'd already slipped into the first stage of meditation. It was like falling asleep, half in and out of consciousness. Sounds were louder, while the rest of the room muted to grey, then black as he went deeper.

Aric lingered in that calm place until he lost track of time, then a flash of green trees and babbling brooks shimmered into view. He stood with his master, overseeing the construction of the Twi'lek village that had barely survived another Flesh Raider attack. Aric wanted to track the culprits down, but his master denied his request. Anger filled him, quickly overshadowed by helplessness as a small boy dug through the burned rubble of his.

The oily sensation of the Dark Side brushed Aric's consciousness, and he was transported to a battlefield. Red filled his vision, and Aric threw his blade up in time to avoid being hewn in two. The Rattataki Sith bared pearly teeth in a snarl. His eyes were as red as the weapon he wielded, his teeth stained with blood. Aric pushed the man back, then Ucevi was there. In the chaos of the moment, all he saw was another Sith. He was outnumbered and desperate. Aric reached for the Force and found it denied to him.

Panic seized Aric. He'd felt this before, remembered the stab of electricity behind his eyes. The memory was barely a fragment of the pain Aric felt, and he cried out. "Focus, big guy." The words fluttered through his mind like leaves on an autumn breeze. Aric breathed the hot agony away, pouring all of his concentration into the target shaped tattoo that hovered before him. It inspired feelings of safety, and Aric clung to it.

"Fynta, back off, you're too close." A disembodied voice ground out. "Damn it, Aric you have to let go."

Aric's vision spiraled, specters overlapping so quickly that he couldn't make sense of them. The sting of a whip against his back. A child huddled in the corner of a tiny cell. The wrinkled skin of a Flesh Raider. A boulder looming in the distance. The shame in dark blue eyes as they looked away. Burning muscles, and the thin air of a mountain peak. Blood pouring through his fingers.

"Almost there," the voice rasped. There were familiar cadences in that strained sound that made Aric feel guilty, but he didn't know why.

"I'm still here," Fynta whispered. Her warmth enveloped Aric, acting as a buffer between him and the onslaught of anguish and rage. "Trust me."

With those final words, Aric surrendered to the gentle pressure of Fynta's touch, and the images faded. He blinked, revealing the solace of an eternal void, his hands entwined with hers.

Alderaan Darth Nemesis Safe House

Aric inhaled as he came out of the trance, then slouched deeper into his chair. Fynta let go of the Jedi's shoulders and went to her old friend. Ucevi sagged against the desk, a sheen of sweat coating her face, neck, and chest. Fynta pushed back the dark strands of hair that had come loose from the Sith's pristine bun and steadied her. "Are you okay?"

When Ucevi's gaze met Fynta's, it burned with something just short of anger. "Do you realize what you've done?"

"You'd have killed each other." Fynta forced a smile and pretended that her stomach wasn't trying to empty itself. "Stubborn as an akk hound with a new bone, the both of you."

Ucevi wouldn't have stopped until she'd shielded Aric, and he would have shredded both of their minds trying to escape. It was in their natures, a nurturer and a warrior. Still, Ucevi shook her head. "I can't undo this."

"You couldn't have stopped it," Fynta countered, sitting back on her heels to give Uveci room to straighten. The woman's deep crimson skin had paled, and her hair hung limp with sweat.

Shaking her head, the Sith Blood pushed into a backward arch to stretch her muscles. "I could have barred your entrance, or—"

"It wouldn't have changed anything," Fynta interrupted, but she placed her hand on the woman's knee to soften the sharpness of her tone. "Something happened on Rishi. A connection developed. All I did was replace a rope bridge with a permanent structure."

Ucevi leaned forward again, taking Fynta's chin in strong fingers so that she had no choice but to look into the Sith Blood's eyes. "A rope bridge can be burned. What you've done can't be broken. Even after death, his soul might cling to yours."

Jerking her chin free, Fynta shoved to her feet and stalked a few steps in each direction. Her gaze settled on Aric, who'd slumped into an uncomfortable looking position. "It's done." She ignored the rapid beating of her heart as she did anything that terrified her. Eventually, Fynta would need to face this issue, but it didn't have to be right now.

The soft expletive that Ucevi released made Fynta wince. She kept her back to the woman so that Ucevi wouldn't see the fear Fynta struggled to hide, but she knew it was futile when the Sith Blood sighed. "Help me get him onto the bed. He needs rest."

So do you, Fynta almost argued, but she joined Ucevi in pulling Aric from the chair and dragged his heavy ass to the plush mattress. Ucevi pulled the blankets back with a wave of her hand, then they deposited their Cathar burden more or less in the center of his bed. Ucevi studied him for a moment, then shook her head. "It seems rude to leave him in that uncomfortable armor, but I doubt he'd appreciate it if we removed it."

Fynta snorted a laugh and tugged the blankets over Aric. He was there, chasing fitful dreams in the back of Fynta's mind. If they weren't careful, these episodes of shared pasts could become a dangerous distraction.

When Fynta looked up, Ucevi was still staring down at the sleeping Jedi. "You'll need to be more careful about how you treat him."

"What do you mean?" Fynta didn't think that a Force bond affected someone's strength, but she didn't know much on the subject.

"No more casual flirting." Ucevi glanced up, and the reprimand was clear in the set of her jaw. "Any feelings from before will be amplified, and given a Cathar's nature, you could trick him into believing that you're his lifemate."

Fynta took an involuntary step away from the bed, which coaxed a rueful chuckle from her old friend. "Exactly. So, either submit to a lifetime of monogamy, or destroy all possibility of him becoming too attached to you. Those are your options."

"Fierfek." Fynta hugged her arms around her torso and glared at the prone Cathar. She hadn't considered that, nor the fact that she'd have to deny her nature to keep them from both making terrible choices. There was regret too, buried so deep that Fynta almost didn't recognize it. She liked Aric, and the thought of pushing him away when they'd come so far hurt in a way that Fynta couldn't describe.

"Fine," Fynta spat, then circled the bed and took Ucevi's arm. The Sith Blood didn't complain when Fynta pulled it over her shoulders, or when she angled them out of the room. For now, she'd take care of the Sith at her side. Later, Fynta would worry about the Jedi in her head.

[alding-art]

Back to Star Wars in the Old Republic era, with Havoc Squad and their Jedi allies planning their next operation against the Sith. 

On the left side are Zadina and Zerel, my OCs, while on the right are SWTOR canon characters Fideltin Rusk, Aric Jorgan and Kira Carsen.

Zadina Draz is a cathar and commands the Republic's elite Havoc Squad. She is currently enjoying the new resources that have been generously flung her way after her success at the Battle of Corellia. It was not without casualties though and highlighted the long-standing problem of how normal soldiers are supposed to deal with Force-using Sith. Excessive automatic firepower, explosives and improved shielding can tip the scales and she's collected a fair amount of lightsabers from overconfident Sith Apprentices. However, veteran Sith warriors with their own special equipment are still deadly and can derail an entire mission in a moment.

Fortunately, Havoc Squad have since enlisted the services of Jedi Sentinel, Zerel Nes'aro who joined them to offer Force support and tactical advice. After resolving the Children of the Emperor impostor crisis within the Jedi's ranks, going back to normal combat duties is a nice and simple job, or so he claims.

Zerel had previously transferred his rather stubborn but efficient sergeant, Rusk to Havoc Squad to best make use of his heavy weapon skills so this was a nice little reunion. Also tagging along is his former apprentice, Kira Carsen because 2 Jedi are better than 1 (rumours that they are actually a couple are definitely not true. Yes.)

And finally there is the fellow cathar, Aric who is still a rather grumpy cat from being demoted due to failing to stop members of the previous Havoc Squad from turning traitor. But Zadina, knowing that events were beyond his control, pulled some strings and now he serves as the squad's second in command and hopes to gradually salvage his reputation.

[dingoat]

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.

[personalswtorheadcanons]

(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!

[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!❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness part 2

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: Cannon typical violence, language, Depressive and stress related descriptions, stim shots and over use of medications(didn't know so tagged in case), injuries & not appropriately treating them, JANGO FETT! (we love him! but definitely a warning)

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

PS- I've been stuck with writers block for these latest chapters so it's going REALLY SLOW! I am so sorry guys, I'm doing ma best. Definitely gonna take a break after this arc to build up a few chapters so hopefully this doesn't happen again.

Picture Credit: Lucasfilm and pinterest

Words: 7000

Masterlist Next

“Et nomine Kaf, et frappuccino, et soda and chocolate... Aaaaahhhh Fuck here we go.” You muttered the funny little chant to yourself before exiting the lift.

It was a long day already. The changeling's death, the autopsy, debriefing the council, the meeting with Padme; you were done with the day much less the week. The jorgan fruit to top this cake was the council riding roughshod over you all. Sending Anakin on this protection detail solo was not a good idea, especially after what Dorme had reported back.

Moping and complaining to you was one thing, but it wasn't acceptable on an assignment. Even less acceptable to the person they were assigned to protect. Taking a deep breath to remind yourself yet again that he was young and still maturing, you resisted the urge to knock sense into him repeatedly. Entering the guest room where Anakin was currently trying his best to get dressed did draw a wan smile though. He was fighting the material, trying to fasten it like a robe instead of a shirt.

“Pull that any harder and you won't have but your trousers and vest to wear.”

“You sound like Obi Wan,” Anakin turned sourly to you, he could already sense the lecture coming. “I'm a Jedi, not a fashion model.”

“Oooh someone's in a mood I see.”

Anakin threw up his hands in frustration, “I look like a puffer pig on Lifeday eve.”

“Yes, but a very handsome puffer pig.”

“Yeah right,” Anakin was fighting a smile.

“Well it still looks good on you.” You waived off his hands and started refastening the loose shirt then handed him the over coat. “Last time I helped you like this was your first days as our Padawan, now it's your first big solo mission.”

“Master Y/n?” Anakin felt a ripple in your signature, wistful and sad. “I promise we'll be fine, you don't have to worry.”

Raising an eyebrow you hummed in your throat, “I wonder sometimes if there is something that I have forgotten... some nugget of wisdom that hasn't yet been passed. Have I done all that is possible to protect and guide you?”

Anakin had towered over you for a few years now and yet it still felt like he was that small boy sitting with you at the pond. He felt you take his hand, giving a squeeze looking up at him with those knowing eyes. Casting his own gaze to his boots Anakin felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment, “Guess I've been a bit dumb huh?”

“Just young. ” Letting go to tug at his braid you watched as a smile quirked up. “Hey look I'm no council member, but I do have a little wisdom that I haven't quite passed on that you may need for this mission.”

You reached a hand into your robes to retrieve a small object, one that had lived in your desk for sometime. You had hoped that it would be a while yet till he needed this, but you could no more stop the passage of time than to stop the flow of the living Force. Perhaps you were so cautious with Anakin because of your own misfortunes, maybe it was the few rough missions and close calls. Taking the bracelet that matched Obi Wan's you fastened it to his wrist, slowly letting the words flow.

“You have the biggest heart Anakin Skywalker and you're a damn fine apprentice. I have no doubt that you can protect yourself and Senator Amidala from whatever gets thrown your way. Yes I will worry, but only because I care for you so much and want you safe. As your Master though, I know that I must let you go no matter how hard that is for me. We will be with you always and if you ever doubt it just look right here.” Tapping the bracelet you took a deep breath and glanced up at those bright blue eyes. They were different from Obi Wan's, more mirthful and cocky. You never wanted that mirth to leave him, you'd spare him any heartache if you could, but that was life and so your apprentice must take the good with the bad as you all did. “Now about that big heart.”

“Master I...”

Holding up a hand you smiled again at the young man. “I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I shot your feelings down right now wouldn't I?”

“I don't know...”

“Yes you do.” Quirking up a brow at your apprentice and giggling at the blush that now spread up to his ears. “Don't tell Obi Wan though, he likes to think he's so sneaky. And I'm sorry that I was so remiss in advising you before all this started.”

“Well it's not like Jedi usually have significant others.” Anakin snarked.

“Be that as it may, I do have a little advice. Be honest and tell her how you feel, what you admire, what you think. Listen to what she has to say instead of thinking that you're right all the time. Don't let your pride speak where your heart should. And above all else never let your pride and heart out pace your brain... if anyone could testify about that it's me.” Giving his hand a last squeeze you stepped back to get one last glance at him, no longer the boy but the man.

Anakin glanced down at his feet again, “What if she doesn't feel the same way?”

“That is the risk we take,” using your finger to tip his chin back up you gave him a kind look. “Either way at least you'll know, which is better than wallowing in the what if's. Take your shot kid, the Force will be with you.”

“As it is with you Master.”

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“Sarinysium is hard stuff to come by kiddo... even harder to produce correctly,” Maffa studied his young friend from across the desk. Bone and soul tired like you hadn't slept in several days, and then there was the small fact that you had come to him for information. While he was more than happy to oblige you, Maffa also knew that you didn't turn to him for help lightly. Must be a real emergency, he figured. “With a concentration and distillation of this quality though... a few that come to mind.”

“Anyone from the planets that have left the Republic?” You swirled the amber liquor clinking the ice on the sides of the glass. You wouldn't breathe easy till Anakin checked in from the hiding place and were also anxious to hear what Obi Wan had found out from Dex. You didn't have the premonitory gifts of your Master, none the less you felt the edge of war's knife at the throat of the galaxy. Looking to the old gangster you saw that even he could tell the tides were changing.

“One or two but the one that comes most to mind is a planet called Kamino. Lot of war profiteers, cloners that make armies for hire, weapons manufacture and testing.” Maffa took a sip of his own glass, pursing his lips. “Y/n please let someone else handle this. These type of folks mood changes with the wind and the highest bidder.”

“I wish I could... but duty calls.” Downing the last of your drink you smiled at your friend. “Besides you know Obi Wan will keep track of me well enough.”

Maffa sighed heavily, but shrugged his shoulders and wrote some information on a flimsy for you. As you grasped the sheet he took hold tightly. “Just be safe little Y/n. If someone has brought back a weapon like this, there's no telling what they have up their sleeves.”

Giving Maffa a hug you promised to come back by after your mission. You called Obi Boy, he had found a similar lead to the mysterious planet Kamino and was headed to the Archives. By the time you had arrived though he had struck a dead end there and apparently upset Master Nu in the process. With the two of you at a loss you thought on what Master Melri would do. “Well when in doubt, find a wiser adult.”

“I think Master Yoda is teaching sabers to the younglings today.” Obi Wan gazed down at your haggard appearance, sighing at the sight. As the two of you made your way down the halls he pulled you into one of the blind corners. Circling his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your head. “You look a fright wee one, here let me help.”

“Sorry, I haven't even been back to our quarters yet.”

Obi Wan turned you so he could fix your ponytail. He could also tell that you'd been subsisting on nothing but Kaf by how shaky your body was. You spun in his arms laying your head against his sternum. Laying his head to yours Obi Wan sighed knowing that this was exhausting for the both of you. “Come wee one, let us consult with the most adult person we know.”

“Don't think, feel with the Force. Help you it will.” Yoda focused on the small ones before him. Young though they were, strong and skilled were they too. Much like a great garden these younglings minds simply needed nurturing and time for them to reach their potential. Sensing the approaching knights Yoda clacked his staff on the floor. “Younglings, Younglings visitors we have.”

“Hello Master Kenobi and Master L/n.”

"Hello Younglings,” Obi Wan gave a small smile. “We're sorry to disturb you Master.”

“Teddy Bear Clan! How's your class today lil squishes?” A wave of giggling bounced around the room. You smiled at the group of children, no matter how tired you were, seeing them certainly buoyed your spirits. Now if you could remain upright that'd be a trick.

Yoda laughed at your greeting, “What help to you can I be?”

“Why don't you take the lead Obi Boy, I'm gonna test the structural integrity of that post.”

“Indeed, we shall see whom crumbles first.” Obi Wan tried to hide his grin, instead focusing more on the wise Master before him. “We're looking for a planet described to us by separate acquaintances, but it doesn't appear in the archives.”

“Lost a planet have you? How embarrassing... how embarrassing. Liam, the shades,” Master Yoda raised the reader and gestured for all to come closer. “Gather around the map reader, clear your minds and find this lost planet we will.”

With the room darkening your mind started to really blank, so very tempted to fall asleep right there standing against the pillar. Instead you tracked Obi Wan as he paced the room.

“It ought to be here, but it isn't.” Obi Wan shook his head at the empty space on the map.

You nodded in agreement, “Maffa said the same, right between Scarif and the Rishi moon.”

“Gravity is pulling all of the stars in the system to this spot.” Obi Wan looked to you. “What do you think darling?”

“Nothing good I can tell you that.”

“Gravity's silhouette remains, but the star and all of its planets have disappeared. How can this be?” Yoda gazed at his charges, young and old alike. “Hmm a thought? Anyone?”

One little hand raised, their voice so very calm, “Master, it's because someone erased it from the archive memories.”

“Truly wonderful the mind of a child is. The Padawan is right, go to the center of gravity's pull and find the missing planet you will.” Yoda began to walk towards the hallway, the two knights following.

“Master Yoda who could have emptied the data from the archives? Isn't that impossible?” Obi Wan did not like where this evidence was leading.

“Dangerous and disturbing this is, only a Jedi could have erased those files. But who and why, harder to answer... meditate on this I will.” Yoda hummed thinking about all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. How was it that he and the Council could not have sensed this? How and why the Senator were drawn in was troubling as well. Looking at the two weary knights he sighed. “Rest now and this afternoon depart for this mystery planet you shall.”

Both of you bowed and headed to your quarters. Over and over the darkest of thoughts and more came to mind, and unfortunately none that you could outright dismiss. Making it in the door you flopped on the couch, Obi Boy set an alarm and then pulled you in close. He ran his hand through the mess that was your hair, gently stroking it as you held him tighter. “Maffa thinks I should sit this one out.”

“Then he and I are of the same mind. Would that I could send you to look after the boy instead, but I require your brilliant intellect.” Obi Wan sighed raising his other hand to scrub his face.

“How do you want to play this?” Resting your chin to look up at him you blinked and almost fell asleep right there. It was hard to resist the warm safety of his embrace.

Obi Wan hummed in his chest, “First we shall rest, then simply take things in our stride as we progress.”

“So very wise,” your head slumped to nestle into his strong chest. “Love you.”

“And I you wee thing.”

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“There it is, our missing planet.” Obi Wan turned back to you in the fighter. Seeing you knees to chest and dead to the world asleep gave him a grin. Reaching back through the seats to tap you awake he laughed at your grumbles. “Wake up sleepy kaf gremlin, we're here.”

You blinked owlishly and gazed out the canopy as the ship descended through the atmosphere. “Oh goodie... rain.”

“Come now we must put on our best faces.”

Making the mad dash to the door of the landing platform and looking like drenched rats was not going to make a good first impression. Wringing out your ponytail caused Obi Wan to snort. "Not...a ... word."

Obi Wan only smirked, quirking an eyebrow.

A tall being with the most remarkable obsidian eyes greeted you. “Master Jedi, welcome to Tipoca City. The Prime Minister is expecting you.”

“Oh this is getting weirder and weirder...” you glanced at your Obi Boy.

Obi Wan tried to keep neutral expression, “We are expected?”

“Of course! After all of this time we were starting to think you weren't coming.” The being before them began to walk and gestured to follow. “I am Tuan We, administrator and one of the overseers of this facility.”

“Pleased to meet you.” you studied the taller being in fascination. “This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi and I am Healer Y/n L/n.”

“What are you up too?”

“Just trust me, scientists talk to other scientists... networking.”

Taun We looked intrigued by that, “I've never met a Jedi Healer before, perhaps you would enjoy a tour of the medical facilities while Master Kenobi meets with the Prime Minister?”

Obi Wan stroked at his beard to hide a smirk, “Very clever.”

“That would be wonderful, also do you mind if I ask a few questions?”

"I would be happy to answer," Taun We inclined her head and long neck to the female, "I would be most interested to ask you about your work as well."

You smiled, "Excellent."

You managed to keep Taun We busy right up until you entered the Prime Minister's office. Introductions were made, Prime Minister Lama Su extending the offer that since you had both arrived so late in the evening that a full inspection would be organized in the morning.

“Thank you, we feel most welcome.” Obi Wan smiled over the cup of tea that had been brought in.

Lama Su studied these Jedi with a keen eye. “You'll also be pleased to know that we are on schedule. 200,000 units are battle ready with a million more on the way.”

“I'm sorry units?” Your ears perked at the term.

“That is... great news.” Obi Wan gave you a look. “Wait and see wee one.”

“Please tell your Master Sifo Dias that his order will be met on time.” Lama Su further gauged their reactions. Either this was as unexpected for the Jedi as for the Kaminoans or something was greatly amiss.

“I'm sorry who...” Obi Wan was now quite startled.

You were equally shocked, “Did you say Master Dias?”

“Yes. Master Sifo Dias is still a sitting member of your Jedi Council is he not?”

“Master Sifo Dias was reported missing and presumed killed almost 10 years ago.” Obi Wan placed the cup down to watch the being across from them. As soon as one clue was found, a new mystery was revealed.

“Obi Boy...”

“I know sweetling.”

Lama Su dipped his head, “I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure he would be proud of the army we've built for him.”

“The Army...”

You quickly covered for Obi Wan's shock, “That's why we're here. Though some of the data has been lost to us since his passing, did Master Dias say who this army was for?”

“Why for the Republic of course.” Lama Su Rose and opened the portal to the viewing platform off the office. “Magnificent aren't they?”

You and Obi Wan stepped forward to row upon row of troopers for as far as the eye could see. Each of the signatures was so unique yet all wore the same uniform blending seamlessly into the other. Looking at Obi Wan with a wide expression he nodded back. “Obi Boy what have we gotten ourselves into?”

“This is bigger than any of us could have imagined...”

The Prime Minister gave a short viewing tour, highlighting the best of the genetic modifications made to these beings. Obi Boy had to calm you a few times when the Kaminoans referred to the men as “Items”. While the science of cloning had been around for some time you were fascinated by the advancements that the Kaminoans had made. That they managed to avoid the pitfall of clone madness thus far by balancing out the growth stages was quite the trick.

All in all from the surface a well run facility. While Obi Wan had continued on with Lama Su, you were escorted to the medical research wing to meet with their head researcher Nala Se. The female Kaminoan was different from her counterparts, speaking more kindly regarding the beings that were under their care, but none the less regarding them as a product.

“And what other research regarding combat is performed?” You were looking over the records of the Alpha series of clones.

Nala Se tilted her head, “I'm not sure I understand Healer L/n?”

“It's just that in my experience most militaries have an R&D for weaponry, medical research, technology... I was curious if that was similar here?”

Taun We was quick to answer, “Our weapons research is conducted elsewhere, closer to the armory.”

“So ballistic and plasma based items?” You stated the question with the same detached ease as you would a post operative report. There was a spike between the two other beings, “I'll take that as a no?”

“We have in the past done other weapons research, but it was shut down years ago and now only kept in the high security areas. I trust that you'll understand that I cannot show you those without proper clearance.” Taun We eyed the Jedi, she was an intelligent being for a human. Lama Su had warned to watch both of their guest carefully.

“Being in the RRC I've responded to many places where Bioligics have been used, I was curious if you had any new advances in treatment perhaps?”

Nala Se's eyes did widen at that, “Of course we would be happy to share our data to help those affected.”

“Not a pleasant business Biologics,” you kept a pulse on their signatures, “the worst I ever saw was sarinysium. Terrifying stuff, gone in the blink of an eye...”

The two Kaminoans became uneasy at your mention, body language changing subtly.

“I apologize, sometimes I tend to ramble.” You looked to Nala Se who kept eyeing the report in your hand. “These Alpha troopers are quite the group, why weren't more of them created?”

Nala Se seemed to relax at the question and change of topic, “We found them to be far too strong willed to create in large numbers. It seemed better to have them as leaders among the ranks.”

You nodded, “Ah, well thank you very much for your time and hospitality. I look forward to the demonstrations tomorrow.”

As you were escorted through the halls you mulled over this new piece of the puzzle. You had only briefly met Master Dias during your time as a Padawan, he had been a good and loyal member of the order. Why then had he done this?

Angry yelling coming from the hallway ahead drew your attention as quickly as your feet, old instincts kicking over. Turning the corner you saw a group of clones carrying one of their own. Without thinking you removed his helmet and began to palpate where you saw blood. It was your first real look at the men, you weren't sure if this one was in shock at seeing you or if the expression was from the pain of his injury.

“What happened?”

The men looked at you as though you sported horns and a second head. “Uh... Ma'am?”

“It's alright I'm a healer, now what happened?”

The trooper who was being supported crumpled to the ground causing the focus to shift. As you knelt to check the injured clone he tried to be nonchalant. “Fell in the simulation, think I blacked out for a bit... just startled my squad is all.”

“Is that true?” Taun We questioned.

The rest of the men shifted restlessly, till one spoke out. “One of the training droids malfunctioned, fired after the exercise ended. He fell from the ledge."

"How far?" You fired off the question while checking pupil reaction.

"I'd say 6 meters ma'am."

“Uh huh,” Looking at the injured man you pulled out your best smile. “Alright handsome let's just be sure that hard head didn't crack. Let me see now, this may feel a little strange.”

Placing your hands to cup his face and reaching with the Force you soon found the problem. A hemorrhage causing intracranial pressure that would kill the man before he could make it to a medbay. He was deteriorating quickly pupils unequal, his pulse was racing under your fingertips. Glancing at the others gathered you instructed them to hold the patient steady. Focusing you began to channel and mend the broken vessels, breathing and heart rate returning to normal. Slowly opening your eyes you saw warm brown ones staring back alert and bright. “How do you feel now handsome?”

Who was this strange woman, not an instructor for certain? When CC-3636 felt those gentle hands on his pounding head he figured that was that, end of the line before he even saw combat. Then a warm feeling as the pain went away, gentle smile easing his fears. Seeing Taun We watching the interaction brought him back to reality quick enough. Sitting up straight he gave a crisp reply, “Much better ma'am, I'll report to my next training rotation with my squad.”

“The hell you will, you're going with me to the medbay and getting a second look at, isn't that right?” Looking up at Taun We you saw the subtlest nod. Helping the much taller man to his feet you couldn't help but appreciate the sheer stature of all the clones. Their progenitor must be truly impressive if these were any indication. Unfortunately you also wobbled like a fawn having gotten up too quickly and fell against your patient. “Kark... Sorry!”

CC-3636 smirked at the little thing, barking orders one minute then skittish the next. He linked her arm through his and marched toward the medbay. “Quite all right ma'am.”

Obi Wan meditated by the window of the guest quarters, it was spartan but spacious. The bounty hunter was here, of that Obi Wan was certain, but what his underlying motivations were... that was yet to be discovered.

You were resting after an eventful afternoon, resting even as tired and annoyed as your were. Obi Wan had sensed your feelings from the minute that the Kaminoans had referred to the beings under their care as objects. He was a guardian but in many ways you too were one. Your respect and compassion towards all beings was one of the many things he admired. Even drained as you had been you couldn't stop babbling about the troopers you had encountered... and the fact that none of them had a name.

“Obi?” You padded over to where he sat by the window, storm raging on the other side. When he didn't respond you decided to join him, taking a seat in his lap. Warm strong arms wrapped around and trapped you against his chest. Leaning your head back you waited for him to speak first, far too afraid of your own thoughts.

“You were a loth cat in a prior life darling.” He kissed the side of your neck. “What is it?”

“I sense darkness lurking around the poor souls here.” A tear slipped loose at the intrusive thought and of the old pain trying to break loose again. “How can life be created simply to die...”

“All life ends y/n, but we go on in the Force.” He felt your head shake.

“They were born to die for someone else's fight, for someplace they've never even seen, a choice that was never theirs to make. How can anyone use other beings like that?”

“Ahh... You know as well as I that not all beings in the universe have everyone's best interest in mind. That not all have the same virtues and heart.”

Playing with his hands nervously you considered what had woken you, “I saw something Obi Boy... something terrible.”

“Show me.”

Opening you signature to his own the same images flashed in rapid succession. War, pain, the red of a sith's lightsaber, death.... swirling so quickly that it was hard to catch one before the next came. He could feel the shudder running through your body, the cold sweat rising. Obi Wan ran his hands at your side to soothe and comfort. Turning to look you in the eye he could see the dark set in.

“Can we stop it? Can we save them?” Tears rolled down your cheeks thinking again of the man you had healed but a few hours before. He didn't know that his eagerness for battle was simply the naivete of one who had yet to even really live.

Obi Wan kissed your forehead softly, holding you tight, “I hope so sweetling... for all our sakes.”

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Jango Fett paced the small common area in his quarters, occasionally peering in to watch his son sleep. What he would give to dream so soundly, but those days had long departed. He had spotted the sleek starfighter as he landed his own ship. Lama Su had informed him that the Jedi had finally come to see the war cattle that had been created from his genetics. He knew well enough that wasn't the only reason for their appearance.

This was just a job like any other, with the exception of the son he loved dearly. Of all the things that had come of his work these last 10 or so years Boba was the one that he never regretted. Glancing to the buildings at the far side of the floating city his thoughts drifted again to the two visitors. “Alright Jetii your move...”

“Boba is your father here?” The small boy at the door nodded, “May we see him?”

Boba pursed his lips seeming uncomfortable, “Sure.”

“I don't think he likes strangers.” You tried to give the boy a smile which he returned even if shyly. His look turned to a sneer when he looked at Obi Wan.

Obi Wan raised a brow, “I think he likes you better than me.”

Entering into the small apartment you heard Boba call for his father. It was much like the one that the two of you had stayed in, though you could feel the echos of happy memories here. Hearing movement from the bedroom you turned to see a striking man coming towards you. He moved with a lethal grace and an aura of command. It was his face that truly struck you, scared and battle hardened version of the younger clone from the day before.

Taun We bowed her head at the man, “Welcome back Jango, was your trip productive?”

“Fairly.” Jango had quickly sized up the male, a fighter and cocky for sure, not a problem if push came to shove. The female was... intriguing. Turning to face the shorter woman he put on a flirting smile, making his tone lighter. “And you are?”

Your mind blanked at the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't that you weren't used to flirting, just that this felt altogether different, like a test of sorts. Fortunately Taun We stepped in.

“This is Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi and Jedi Healer Y/n L/n, they've come to check on our progress.”

Jango watched as the healer offered a hand in greeting, maybe trying to regain their footing. Pretty little thing, not his type but none the less there was something charming about her. Taking your hand Jango raised it to his lips and gently pressed a kiss. “Welcome to Kamino.”

You swallowed hard, “Thank you.”

Obi Wan watched as this Jango released your hand and walked towards him. He raised an eyebrow and tried to appear unaffected by the little exchange. “Your Clones are very impressive, you must be very proud.”

“I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in the galaxy.” Jango gazed impassively at Kenobi, then darted his eyes briefly to you. Your attention had fallen to Boba and his Djarik board. It was a game that they had started just before he left on this last assignment, she was studying the board in interest. Jango resisted a smirk when you shook your head at his son's next play.

“Ever made your way far as Couriscant?” Obi Wan had used the man's momentary distraction to look past into the room by the door, the metallic glint of armor catching the light.

Jango caught the line of the other Jedi's sight even as he pressed in his move to the board, whispering for Boba to close the door. He inched into your space crowding and then brushing past you to face Kenobi again, “Once or twice.”

Obi Wan fired back, “Recently?”

“Possibly...” Jango could see that this Kenobi didn't like him getting near the woman, how interesting. He leaned on the table close to you, smiling and giving a wink. “Though I have thought of passing by more often. Such a beautiful place with such... marvelous people.”

“You must leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake Mr. Fett.” You saw the hunter cock his head.

Jango rather liked this Jetii, “I've never had any complaints.”

"Probably far too busy to hear them, you seem more a man of business," leaning slightly closer you glanced down at his lips then back to that hawkish gaze. A flirting smile passed your lips, "and seldom one of ... pleasure."

"Being trapped in that Temple of yours mesh'la what would your know of such things?" If the Jeti'ika wanted to play then who was he to deny her.

“Hmm...Well I've never had any complaints.” You kept eye contact, smirking. Master Melri always said when men flirt their guard was at it's lowest. However Jango may like the game he still wasn't giving you anything. Obi Wan on the other hand was not happy with the exchange. You could feel the territorial protectiveness in his signature spiking and while it was comforting it also wouldn't help. “Easy Obi...”

“I'm fine.”

“Bantha Shit. Mission first...Besides you know I only have eyes for you sweet man.”

Obi Wan gritted his teeth & attempted to reign in his temper, now trying a different avenue. “Then you must have met Master Sifo Dias.”

“Master who?”

Ah, now there's something. Obi Wan circled closer to Fett, “Sifo Dias, was he not the Jedi that hired you for this job?”

Jango didn't like that the knight had caught him off guard, deciding to keep this discussion to the point. “Never heard of him.”

“Really?” You now came to stand beside Obi Wan. “Then how...”

“I was hired by a man called Tyranus, on one of the moons of Bogden.”

“Curious,” You murmured absently, “must be an associate.”

Jango looked between the two, setting a challenging gaze at Kenobi, “Do you like your Army?”

“I look forward to seeing them in action.” There was a ghost of a smile on Obi Wan's face.

“They'll do their job well, I'll guarantee that.”

You watched the two men posture, like rivals testing the waters. You had caught sight of the armor too and old tales of Mandalorian fighters scratched at the surface. This man had the cold eyes of a killer for certain, but he also loved his son dearly as evident by the many trinkets and their strong bond. A man of many facets.

Was Jango truly a part of whatever was transpiring or simply a pawn? The aura surrounding the boy was clear and curious; whatever the father's dealings Boba didn't seem privy. Either way nothing more would be gained with further discussion now. “Thank you for answering our questions Mr. Fett, we're very sorry to have intruded.”

“Please call me Jango.” Again he saw the small flash of jealousy in Kenobi's eyes as he looked back at him. “Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.”

As their guests left Jango could see his son was as uneasy as he was. Dooku had not told him what the contingency was if the Jedi came sniffing around, but he recognized the danger of the situation well enough. Looking at his son, his decision was made.

“Pack your things, we're leaving.”

__________

“Great karking plan!” You yelled watching the armored man fly off. “What happened to 'just having a talk?'”

“He's Mandalorian,” Obi Wan gritted his teeth, “That is how they talk!”

The ship on the platform was powering up it's weapons systems. Dashing towards the front of the craft you tried to signal the very scared kid in the cockpit. Taking cover by a pillar you focused trying to influence the boy through the Force, “You want to power those down Boba. This is a bad idea, power down the weapons.”

The guns gave a short burst towards Obi Wan, so much for the power of persuasion. Dashing towards the ramp you felt arms grip you from behind and your feet leaving the ground. “Dank Ferrik!!!”

“Don't move Jetii.” Jango held fast to the woman while flying. He kept a keen eye on Kenobi, “Your choice me or the woman?”

“Get him Obi!”

Obi Wan waited till Fett flew close then gave a running kick at the man, causing you to fall. All three of you went sprawling on the platform. Obi Wan went on the defensive, quickly disarming the hunter of his pistol. The three of you began to trade blows though Fett effortlessly deflected both of you. You attempted to jump on the man's back to pull his helmet off and earned a broken nose for your efforts.

“Poor decision sweetheart,” Jango flung the woman across the platform before spying Kenobi trying to retrieve his weapon. Wrapping the man with a cable he set to the air, a dunk in the ocean would take care of the problem well enough.

Obi Wan knew that if Fett was able to get him over the water this fight would not end in his favor. Turning and gaining his feet again he reached out for a post to hold tight and hopefully anchor in. He almost lost his footing when you slid into him. “Y/N!”

“I got ya, pull!” The sudden loss of slack caused the hunter to crash, jet pack flying wildly before exploding. That didn't stop Jango from being quick to retrieve his pistol, nor Obi Wan to forget that he was attached to the hunter as he ran past to kicked him off the platform.

“Oh not good...”

Splashing across the platform you saw as Fett detached the cable. “OBI!”

A few moments later you could still feel him in the Force, signature still bright. “I'm Alright, keep them busy.”

“On it.” Racing to the ramp of the Firespray you quickly found the boy. The angry look on your face must have frightened Boba and you quickly softened to his fear. You held out your hands trying to deescalate this situation. “Boba I want you to come with me...”

“NO! WHERE'S MY DAD?”

“I'm not going to hurt you. Come, we're going to see Taun We and get this sorted. It's not safe...” The Force spiked a moment before the danger struck. Turning quickly to deflect the shots from Jango's blaster you weren't able to see Boba reach for the one in the hold.

Your body fell limply to the ground, Boba nudging you just to be sure the stun worked. Looking up at his father,the boy smiled. “We got them good didn't we Dad.”

“Yes we did son,” Jango picked up the Jedi and secured her in the janitors closet of the hall. Normally he would have held onto her for information, but where they were going he didn't want to be tracked. Killing the woman wasn't part of the job, Jetii or no, so he would leave her for the Kaminoans to deal with. Checking her pulse and finding it steady Jango turned to leave. “For your sake mesh'la... don't follow.”

Obi Wan dashed back inside out of the rain after having just missed the departing ship. Blast it all, how had they gotten away and where were you? Slicking his wet hair back he reached out to try to find you, “Y/n, where are you sweetling?”

“Ooooohhhhh.... my head, what in the sith hells?”

Glancing around he opened a side closet door just grabbing hold as your tumbled out. Nose bloody and blinking at the bright light, all things considered it could be worse. “Just tidying up are we?”

“Ha ha ha... Hrrrrgh, kid got the drop on me, kriffin' hells!”

Obi Wan hummed hauling you to a stand, “Well I dare say you'll have another chance at him. I managed to place a tracker, do you think you can manage?”

“Lemme at 'em!” You tried to walk but only succeeded in almost falling down. Obi Boy shook his head and picked you up. You grimaced, “Next time you and Anakin can investigate and I'll go with the Senator to the cool hideout.”

“I'm inclined to agree. Now heal thyself so we can run our quarry to ground.”

As the ship left the atmosphere you pondered again just how well your Padawan was doing on his own? Were there more hunters waiting in the wings, had the two managed to stay hidden?

“Wee one?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you sure you're alright? That was a gruesome hit...” Obi Wan paused feeling your small hand reach forward to squeeze at his bicep.

“I shouldn't have let my guard down, I'm sorry.” You pressed your head to the back of his seat. “some help I am...”

“You are doing well Y/n.” Obi Wan squeezed and stroked his fingers against your hand soothingly. “The fact that you're exhausted from overstretching your abilities and still standing is a wonder of stubborn will. Any other healer would have been put on rest by now from so much, you've treated how many critical wounds in the last two days? And on top of that been in how many altercations?”

“Two not a big deal.” You cringed and tried to change the subject. ”Don't forget to scan the exit point.”

Obi Wan rolled his eyes at your evasiveness, “Four counting yourself and that changeling. You've barely slept or eaten dear girl."

You felt even more guilty now for not taking better care and for flubbing up, "I'm sorry..."

Reaching over Obi Wan took your hand, gently kissing the knuckles. "Nothing to be sorry for wee one. Give yourself some grace darling. Why don't you eat one of those red biscuits and if you would hand me one too please.”

There was a pit in your stomach, but you did as he asked. Flying through hyperspace you released Obi Boy's arm handing him the biscuit, “Toss me back the blue pack by the controls.”

You could hear Obi Boy grumbling in his throat as you took out one of the pre loaded syringes. Taking a deep breath you stuck it into the muscle of your thigh, medications taking effect immediately. Taking stims was an unfortunate necessity when you got this tired, it was never something you enjoyed. The medications made you jumpy and your attention shorten. Slipping another injector away in your pockets, you handed the rest of the pack back forward. You took hold of Obi Boy's arm again, wishing you could hold his hand instead.

“I don't like when you have to use those.” Obi Wan stroked at his beard worriedly. He had hoped that their investigation would have ended on Kamino so that you could return and rest. Unfortunately the universe as always, mocked his wishes even if it wasn't for himself. “Are you sure that you're able to continue? We can always track the ship then call for assistance.”

You sighed, “I'll be alright and the sooner we finish this the better. So lets go find us a bounty hunter.”

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[diazuk-legacy]

Remember when i mention about bringing in some new characters last week. Well here they are. This will be split into two part. Part 2

Arbilsh Laverton. A purple sith female Torguta with a bit of a bloodlust but cares dearly for the Empire. Kioral is her Husband and together those two destoryed Taris’ reconstruction.

Shaarla Misa. A Red female Sith Torgruta with an extreme bloodlust. She will go through a very dark sided play through. She is one of Yosha’mer’s apprentices. She is sort of the evil version of Jaesa in my canon, since my cannon Jaesa stayed on the light side.

Kioral Phaahi. A purple male Togruta Imperial Agent. Formally a slave who killed someone of high authority. Was brainwashed into committing genocide on his formal rebels. Is likely still under mind control since he has never felt remorse for his actions. Now he serves the Empire loyally but he has slowly regained some of his old personality. But for now he is still an asshole and a coward. Close friend with Le’vine

Mudo Nal. Daughter of Goldsawkin Nal and Aric Jorgan. Unlike the rest of her siblings she ended up being force sensitive. Although not strong enough to be a Jedi she does know a few tricks.

Tigerihak Jorgan. He the son of Goldsawkin Nal and Aric Jorgan. He a good tiger boy and a excellent baster shooter. Hopefully I’ll expand his personality beyond that.

Lizik Jorgan. Son of Goldswakin Nal and Aric Jorgan. He not the strongest of the litter but he got the genius to make up for it.

Misar Nal. Daughter of Goldsawkin Nal and Aric Jorgan. A Dark blue female Cathar who really good with a sniper.

Cashor Jorgan. Son of Goldsawkin Nal and Aric Jorgan. He’s basically the cat version of Homelander although he’s less of a psycho and more of an asshole.

Sathysh Nal. Daughter of Goldsawkin Nal and Aric Jorgan. She became the leader of her litter. Being the first daughter she does take up a lot from her mother.

Wrojkai Jairyon. He is a cross between Warrior and Inquisitor. He is Vowrawn’s Nephew. As the last surviving member of Vowarawn’s family his uncle is very protective of him. He will likely become Theron’s canon lover.