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clevermird · 2 years ago

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Title: The Road to Coruscant

Prompt: Allies @shortfictionweeklychallenge

Rating: Teen

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

Pairing(s): None

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

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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.”

#SWTOR Fan fiction #swtor trooper #swtor jedi knight #swtor smuggler #swtor jedi consular #aric jorgan

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larena · 2 years ago

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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.

#swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor spoiler #jedi knight #sith warrior #imperial agent #republic trooper #sith inquisitor #bounty hunter #smuggler #jedi consular

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alyssalenko · 4 months ago

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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!❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

#you should do the thing #ask me anything #from the desk of AlyssAlenko #kinktober 2024 #prompts #alyssalenko original #multifandom #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #SWTOR #KOTOR #DOS2 #The arcana #dragon age #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #AlyssAlenkoKinktober

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ct7567scyarika · 27 days ago

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Alright, I got my first One-Shot done for the “12 Days of Life Day” event, hosted by pickleprickle which you can find here!

Day 1: Mittens

Era: Star Wars the Old Republic (SWtOR), sometime shortly after Class Story ends but before the expansions.

Pairing: Vim “Wildfi’re” (Female Trooper OC) / Aric Jorgan

You can click the Ao3 or read below! Super short, but these will get longer as I get back into my “groove”, so to speak.

Also, during writing this, I thought about starting to try to reference Christmas specials during this and thought about “It’s Christmas Again, Charlie Brown.” The scene where Charlie Brown talks about getting gloves for Peggy-Jean because he wants her hands tied stay warm. (And she’s red-headed so accidental big brain)

Death’s cold fingers brushed against Aric’s face. He jerked back from the tender motion and his wife, also his commanding officer, furrowed her brows and pressed her lips.

“What’s up with you?” she asked, taking full offense.

“What’s up with me,” he responded, grabbing her hands before they could fully retreat and tightening his hold a little when she effortlessly tried to withdraw more, “is that the last time my face felt something so cold was when the snow was sticking on it back on Hoth.” Like other cathar, his body was covered in short hair. While it did provide him with more warmth than some other sentients, it could not shield him from the frigid touch of the human flesh. He shifted pressure through his fingers against her smaller hands, catching how her body relaxed in a silent sigh. “How can someone go by the nickname ��Wildfi’re’ and have skin like ice?”

“Balance,” was her matter-of-fact answer as she laced her fingers with his. “Sort of applying what the Jedi teach, yeah?”

“How does balance relate to having cold hands?”

“Well, there’s the whole light and dark parts of the Force, bringing balance. In my case, firey nickname, temper, weapon,” she nodded to her meticulously placed flamethrowers on her nightstand, “something’s got to help me keep my cool. Until you showed your Pretty Face, I guess that was my body regulation.”

He rolled his eyes both at the nickname and the reason. Granted she did have more encounters with the Jedi than he did and she had close relationships with those who understood or used the Force; however, all that time conversing with those experts did not aid in presenting her case. It was an astounding puzzle that she could find the right words to rally allies, create a clear plan for an operation, sometimes sway the mindsets of opponents, or find sharp words in verbal combat, but that eloquence was often lost when on the defensive side of a trivial argument.

“Right… I don’t believe they mean it in the way that you described it.” His amused half-smile softened as she brought his hands to her face, planting gentle kisses on his knuckles as she continued the casual conversation.

“Regardless, what we can agree on is that I wear my armored gloves the majority of the time. Physical contact with my skin in our line of work is usually limited between any downtime or hand-to-hand training. You don’t seem to complain about how cold I am very often during either of those activities.”

“I don’t complain much because both activities usually involve some sort of physical exertion that increases body temperature, Vim.” He gave her a look in response to her sheepish grin, caught in trying to redirect her first poor point with another. “Any other time, like when I’m just trying to hold your hands, I say something because it feels like I’m grabbing a snowball.” At this, she brought his hands from her lips to nuzzle them with her cheek. Part of him wondered if she was trying to use her affections as a distraction.

This kiss on his wrist confirmed that, yes, she was doing it with the partial intention that she knew it worked. He lost track of his thoughts as her emerald gaze flashed up toward him, the Coruscant sun, nearing its setting, reflected a warm glow. The golden light highlighted both her hair and the ochre fur on his hands, but while it merely emphasized lighter tones on him, it haloed her wavy red locks in a flaming radiance. The sleeveless turtleneck revealed her skin, scarred by many battles and sprinkled with freckles. Arms that were firmly toned and soft to the touch. His wife, a marvelous blend of beauty and strength.

“Aric.”

He blinked, raising his brows. She repeated her question. “What do you recommend, then? Keep my gloves on?” Her eyes were searching him, she leaned in a little more to catch his answer.

“No, but, I have an occasional solution.” He eased his hands away from her hold, moving to grab a very small bag he had tucked away in one of the nightstands. “A Life Day gift.” Upon receiving the gift, her expression shifted from curiosity to a confused smile.

“Mittens?” she rubbed her thumbs against the soft, fuzzy texture. “I appreciate it Aric, but how are these really different than gloves, other than the material and being almost completely fingerless?”

“The difference,” he began as he reached to start sliding one of the mittens on her (reword), “is that those gloves are to protect your hands. The sole purpose of these is to keep your hands warm.” Once the mittens were on, a muffled clap sounded as he clasped his hands over hers.

“And to protect your face?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “The goal is to retain enough heat so when you do remove them to touch me, there’s less risk of frostbite.” His smirk grew as she scrunched her nose.

“Taking every chance to tease your commanding officer? Very unprofessional.”

“Sure, among all the unprofessional actions going between us, that’s the top offender.” He paused to gather his thoughts. Frequently, Aric had no trouble finding the right words when he wanted to speak his mind, nor did he find it hard to be blunt. When it came to more… sentimental matters, that was where he struggled. His way of showcasing fondness spoke in his actions and a lot of that involved making sure to stay on top of those he cared about to make sure they were to fight and defend; to survive. He had gotten better with Vim, getting more comfortable with using more tender words, however, he still needed a moment to ponder how he wanted to say this. Thankfully, Vim was patient.

The sarcasm melted into a softer tone as he continued to speak. “In this line of work, it’s a call to a life of fighting, hardships, getting messy, taking lives, there’s nothing soft or warm about it.” He took a few steps towards her, guiding her to take a couple of careful steps backward until she sat at the foot of the bed, all while he still held to her hands. “But hey, consider this a small comfort to bring on journeys between missions.”

He reached a hand to brush his knuckles against her cheek, to which she responded by tilting her head against it, and then he curled his fingers into a light fist to tuck under her cheek, lifting her head slightly. The somber, steady sniper felt butterflies in his stomach at the look of adoration in her eyes. They had grown mutual respect as they had worked together, rebuilding Havoc Squad, but he would never know what he did to earn such affection.

“I also want something to keep your hands warm when I’m not around,” he whispered. The implications were dark, but this was their reality. She sighed, and he furrowed her brows as she pressed her lips together.

“Aw, Aric, this gift may give small comfort but it takes my excuse to hold your hand.” She couldn’t keep the disappointed facade, her smiling breaking free again. He smirked again.

“I doubt it has. By all means, keep trying to make those excuses. Just do so before grabbing my face.”

“Fine, fine I got the point,” she rolled her eyes. Her hands slid from the mittens, reaching up in a second attempt to cradle his cheeks; this time he allowed the touch and to be lured downward. Half-opened gazes were shared before closing, their hovering lips closing the distance.

#star wars #swtor #12 Days of Life Day #star wars oc #swtor oc #swtor oc: wildfi’re / vim linfla #aric jorgan x oc #swtor aric jorgan #aric jorgan #swtor female trooper oc #one shot #romance

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cinlat · 9 months ago

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

Parts one and two of this series linked.

Read every chapter on FFN or Ao3.

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

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

Odessen Alliance Base Landing Platform 0500 Hours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She is ready," Notiac whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Odessen Alliance Command Personal Quarters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Odessen War Room 13:00 Hours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#swtor #blood in the breeze #meet me on that battlefield #fynta wolfe #aric jorgan #notiac carlo #barsen'thor #felix iresso #theron shan #lana beniko #zolah holran #cipher nice #malavai quinn #senya tirall #arcann #the aftermath of the battle #stratgies for going forward #still slogging towards that end #only two chapters left

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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

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“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.”

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“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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personalswtorheadcanons · 1 year ago

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(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!

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dingoat · 3 months ago

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omg this is so good!! <3

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

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

#swtor #torian cadera #jedi knight #noara starspark #my stuff has now been seen and signed #by Torian and by Jorgan #I find this so weirdly flattering heeheehee #I'm so glad you had such a nice interaction!! <3 #I love this so much!#'love Torian' how cuuute

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anchanted-one · 1 year ago

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Alliance Commander Ask Game

I saw this interesting post by @consularmain , and thought I'd do it too!

1. Who’s your Alliance Commander? What class are they? Alignment? Random other facts you wanna share?

That would be Vajra Devarath, Jedi Knight. He's mostly Light-Sided, but gets very attached to people. During his 'funeral' after he and the rest of Braga's strike team went MIA, my Consular thought he was a bad Jedi, but a really great person.

His story deviates greatly from the game, but I'll be referring to that rather than the game. I'm currently writing it on AO3, but I'm on Shadow of Revan, at the moment. I'm a long way from writing about his Commander days.

2. What’s a reason or two you like that this character is your Commander?

Vajra is decisive and clearheaded. He doesn't always know what's best, but on these occasions, he's very quick to ask Lana, Theron, Koth, Jorgan, Beywan, Scourge, Kira, or anyone else for their opinions. And choosing the one he things is the best one.

He has a good reputation in the galaxy. Most ordinary people see him as the ultimate white knight errant; honest (more than he actually is), self-sacrificing, and a winner. The Sith and both sides' High Command (including Acina) acknowledge his strength. The Jedi acknowledge his commitment to the galaxy, and perhaps even the Force. I should say, Vajra didn't ask for this, his legend just grew on its own thanks to him getting a lot of spotlight missions.

3. What’s a reason or two you don’t like about them being Commander?

Vajra was permanently affected by the carbonite. It's a source of chronic pain for him, to the point of knocking him out when he least expects it. He does cope somewhat after accepting both Sides of the Force thanks to Satele and Marr, but fifteen years after his return, he's got quite the litany of health problems.

He also has an old problem with mental health. He does deal with it on Rishi, thanks to Lana, but killing or losing allies can hit him hard.

4. Why did this character of all your OCs become Commander?

I've always been partial to the Knight-Errants, and the Jedi Knight felt like the natural anti-Emperor crusader. I thought that once they kill the Emperor in chapter 3, they're already the strongest boss in the galaxy, with few able to stand against them. In addition, Kotfe-et always felt like a Force-user storyline to me. It doesn't translate well for the others. I mean, Smuggler and Bounty Hunter are basically criminals, and Cipher Nine is a spy, not a poster model. And there are the fights against Arcann and Vaylin too...

5. Who did they side with? Did they stay loyal or go saboteur? Or maybe you headcanon they defect properly?

By the time of the Iokath conflict, my universe is far divorced from SWTOR storyline. In fact, the reverse happened. With the Fleet and the Gravestone under his command, Vajra attempts to put an end to fighting. He more or less strongarms both sides into going along with it. Acina and Chancellor Rans are the ones who have to choose, and they choose 'surrender.'

6. Are there any NPC’s from the class stories you’d like to see/HC join the Alliance? Ex: Master Timmns, Ardun Kothe, Watcher One, etc.

The following are part of my Alliance: Shara Jenn (remote worker), Watcher One (secretly), Praven, Bengel, and a bunch of others.

7. How’s your OC feeling about the current Malgus situation?

Doesn't happen. Vajra has the habit of decapitating enemies. Malgus was killed on Ilum, and there was nothing could be salvaged from the station's self-destruct.

On a meta level, I hate enemies that won't stay dead. It's lazy writing, and they already had Malora. They could've brought back Jadus, if they wanted nostalgia-bait, the community would've rejoiced. (You either die as a respected adversary, or live to become more nuisance than terror)

8. Are any of your other OC’s part of the Alliance? If yes what do they do for the Alliance? Do they get along with your Commander?

Most notably, Jasme Shan, Theron's twin sister. But she's not one of the starting classes. She's an Archivist first, combatant second. She's also Vajra's best friend.

Technically, Cipher Nine is a founding member, but only Vajra, Lana, Shara Jenn, and Watcher One know about it. Lana lets Theron and Jasme in on the secret at some point, but I don't know when.

Seraphim Abbot, who's a Jedi pilot and Kira's husband, also joins when she does (earlier, in my story).

Hekaten (Sith Inquisitor) joins the Alliance, in a way. They get along okay.

In addition, Roban Queens (Trooper) joins the Alliance early. But he's had a problem with Vajra for over a decade now.

Vajra encountered Commander Tavus on Taris, but didn't apprehend him, since Garza kept his defection secret. Roban hated him for it, somehow expecting the then-fifteen-year-old to somehow know how to tell a traitor. He picked a fight with Vajra, and lost. To add insult to injury, Vajra filed a formal complaint against him and Garza, which led to her losing trust, and getting a temporary demotion. He never forgave Vajra for that.

During the timeskip, Roban worked with Lana, and began to want her. But she wasn't interested, and he blamed Vajra for that (rarely admitting that he himself was the problem).

Oh, and um. Roban and his family are Zakuulan sleeper agents. He hates Arcann for killing them, but he's a Valkorionist through and through. So that's one more reason to hate Vajra.

9. How does your OC feel about Odessen? (Bonus: how do you feel about it)

Vajra loves it. The scenery is perfect, and it's balanced in the Force. In my story, Lana starts developing it as mroe than just a military base. It has cities, farms, industries, and even markets. They build a home on Odessen, and raise their kids there.

Personally, I love it. Only world I love more is Alderaan.

10. How does your Commander feel about being the Commander?

He accepts it. You have to understand though; he takes it to a whole new level. If you've ever heard of the Shogunate in Japan, that's what he becomes. A benign military dictator. He's able to bring peace to the galaxy thanks to this, but he hates how he's going against his teachings to be a dictator. In addition, he would've liked to have retired from fighting and leading. To spend the bulk of his time as a good husband and father.

11. Favorite place in the Alliance base?

The cliffs overlooking the base and valley beyond.

12. Favorite mission in KotFE?

Chapter 3. The escape from Zakuul, and getting rescued by Lana. On a personal note, I like how this mission frames Vaylin as a force of nature. Like the Dahaka from Prince of Persia: Warrior Within. She was a better Vader, back in those days. Then she became a worse Kylo Ren...

13. Favorite mission in KotET?

The final one, though it's very different for Vajra. When he and Hekaten meet face-to-face for the first time, Valkorion realizes that the Sith has a super-strong pull on ghosts. He uses that to escape his 'cage' (Vajra) and transfer over to Hekaten. The final chapter, where you have to piece yourself together, takes place in Hekaten's mind rather than Vajra's. The Inquisitor escapes thanks to Vaylin's interference, and Vajra briefly resumes his role in containing Valkorion before destroying him for good using Tenebrae's original body.

14. Least favorite mission in either? Why?

From meta, the walker missions. In the game, Iokath. I hate everything about that world, but especially the conclusion. After everything SCORPIO did, having her arc resolved with a single choice like that is dumb. Personally, I resent SCORPIO blaming all organics for what only the Cabal did to her. And she's not fighting for droid rights; she has no problem treating HK-55 like a tool.

15. Is your Commander successful because they’re skilled? Or are they perhaps just really lucky?

Skill more than luck, but I can't stress on how important his friends/council are to his success.

16. From our OC’s point of view, SoR -> KotET wasn’t a fun experience, did they develop any fears as a result?

He was terribly upset by finding out that he lost five whole years. Especially because everyone he knew has changed and grown without him. Most importantly, Lana and Jasme. The latter lost the love of her life (Sith Warrior, Kairegane Rooks) and nearly gave up. He wished he'd been there for her, as she'd been for him.

He's also aware of just how hard his absence was for Lana, with whom he shares a powerful Force-Bond. It was almost dead for five years, which caused her no end of grief.

It doesn't help how he realizes that they've had five years of growth taken away from them, including the family they wished to start together.

And then there's Kira, who had a son while he was frozen.

As a result, he's very afraid of losing time. He's always in a hurry to get the work out of the way, so he can do what's really important to him--spending time with his loved ones. He's loath to let them out of his sight, like he's owrried they'll slip through some crack and vanish the moment he has his back turned. This also makes him very angry with Arcann, though he manages to put his feelings aside.

17. AU time! If your Commander wasn’t Commander, which of your other OCs would have likely taken their place?

Probably no one. Kairegane Rooks, the Wrath, was terminally ill. For her to survive, she'd have to not have a congenital disease. Hekaten is taken prisoner by the Eternal Empire, and Lana and Theron don't trust Roban due to his affiliation to Zakuul (in addition to his general creepy behavior). He proves them right by abandoning the Alliance when Valkorion takes over Hekaten. Smuggler and Bounty Hunter are far too removed from galactic politics to care. I suppose someone would've risen up, but it would've been a dark and bloody universe that ended up in an even worse place than where we are now.

18. Who’s someone your Commander hopes they never have to deal with again?

The Emperor, and Roban. That second guy especially. Creeped on his wife (Lana, whom he married way back during SOR), and joined Valkorion. He even had the temerity to pretend that Force Users have bad inner eyes, rather than accept that maybe Valkorion really was the Sith Emperor.

19. Does your Commander hold on to/still use any titles they earned before KotET?

He doesn't, but he finds them thrown his way very often. Some of the titles he has, which aren't in-game titles:

General, Jedi Marshal, and Crown Reaper (or just Reaper).

20. Share something, anything at all, you want about your Commander that you’ve not really gotten the chance to share before but really want to.

Honestly, I've either already written it, or will be writing when I get there in the story.

In the beginning, I intended for each of my OCs to correspond to a deadly sin:

Vajra: Pride (in his swordsmanship) Kairegane: Lust (thrill seeker) Roban: Envy Hekaten: Greed Mark Fordorn (Bounty Hunter): Wrath (He's an escaped Power Guard) Juun Stede (Smuggler): Gluttony Devel Nirol (Consular): Sloth.

But I did a poor job of keeping to it in most cases, so the 'sins' are a shadow of what they might have been, with the exception of Mark, who's still a very angry man.

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