#languss tuno

[swtorpadawan]

Well...if you're doing it again. Pages 42, 173, and 210 for your dearly departed and presumably still cherished writing journal.

Thanks for this ask, @abysskeeper !

‘Bad Ideas’ - My Writing Journal - Is Dead So i can't show you guys the screencaps, since some of the notes on these pages may be used in future WIPs.

Having said that….

Page 42: This is a side project that i might never actually go through with. Star Wars in general - and SWTOR in particular - has not been kind to the Rodians. Most SWTOR Rodians are petty, selfish, cowardly and annoying, regardless of who they are or what they are actively doing. Sure, a few are antagonists, but strictly as patsies. That's my postion. Page 42 includes a list of the Rodians you encounter in the game, and how their characterization buries an entire species.

Page 173: So… my Halcyon Legacy differs veers greatly from the "canon" story post-Knights of the Eternal Throne. The canon story gives you the "Traitor" arc and the confrontation with the "Order of Zildrogg". Mine doesn't do that. Having said that, their IS a secret order, one that includes several established enemies from the game. (Remember "The Nathema Conspiracy" where some of the enemies are player dependent? That was cool.) Page 173 was an early list of characters for MY Order. MY Conspiracy. That's gone through some iterations since i came up with the idea, but several of them are still on the "current" list, and it discusses their motivations for plotting against the Eternal Alliance.

Page 210: This is a list of "random" headcanons for my Halcyon Legacy that didn't seem to fit in any other area. Most of it is boring, but some fun parts include various friendships that form between Alliance members. One example is Ashara and Guss, two characters who don't fit into the Jedi/Sith dynamic. They're very different, of course, but both are kinda outsiders. Another pairing is Doctor Lokin and Darth Malora, both of whom give off serious "mad scientist" vibes. I imagine two two discussing their experiments over tea.

Hope this is interesting. Thanks again!

[thechiyodan]

im back with more lame jokes about swtor

[plotbunny-bundle]

I’m enjoying the recruiting missions. Got to recruit Rusk. Found out why we can kill him. That prisoner slave labor army is not ok. Mordra is helping those people get out.

Recruiting Guss atm. I did not expect Blizz to be involved. It’s very funny so far. As a (falling) Jedi Mordra is very annoyed with his master. Clearly this guy is abusing and using his student.

But I looked around the apartment the Master has. There are so many bottles. This guy is implied to be an alcoholic but is also a seasoned Jedi Master (I think). I can’t help thinking. What happened to him. How did he end up like this? and he didn’t seem to have fallen either.

Still hate him for the mind trick abuse on his student. Even if the student is a mess too. I wonder if there are lasting affect of mind trick.

[florafaunaandeldritchhorrors]

For Jedi June, I’m doing a SWTOR oneshot for all of the prompts. Day One is focused on Languss Tuno, an underrated companion.

[yimolkiindraw]

just finished kotfe and MY CREW IS STILL NOT WITH ME . pray for the smugglers out there 😔

[koltosaber]

im feeing some kinda way, so.

when corso brings their little freighter back to port nowhere after the assault on darth marr’s flagship, he tells risha to monitor all comms. she’s already on it, though- and it’s already been a half hour in hyperspace. corso stands by the communications panel for an hour longer- bowdaar and guss had gone to get drinks and food for the rest of them. risha is checking the holoney, and its very anxious in the ship. at last, theres activity- but its not good.

risha reads out a breaking news story from dromund kaas- darth marr’s flagship destroyed, survivors being recovered- but theres a slim chance at survival. akaavi mourns to herself- another fallen warrior. risha tells bowdaar and guss when they come back, both conflicted over what to do now. she mourns the loss of a friend and confidante- bowdaar and guss, a family member.

corso mourns the loss of the love of his life, and hes inconsolable for weeks. crying into bowdaar’s shoulder, not sleeping, not eating. its a wonder he makes it through, but he does, thanks to risha. after he recovers from his sorrow he’s unstoppable- chasing every lead and dragging risha around with him. its a dead end every way, of course, they could never guess where their dear captain had been taken.

and it takes him 6 years to find his dear captain again, and hes too overjoyed to speak :(!

[voidendron]

Just Another Day

Warnings: Character Injury, Guns, Knives, Slash Wounds, Blood, Blood Loss, Fainting Characters: Jendrush “Jen” Sept (OC), Risha Drayen, Corso Riggs, Bowdaar, Akaavi Spar, Languss “Guss” Tuno POV: Jen Sept

There were some days Jen would have preferred to face off with Imperials rather than Black Sun.

Today was one of those days.

…A thousand times over.

He’d managed to sneak into Black Sun territory, but getting back out after nabbing the shipping information he’d been after? That was another matter entirely.

A blaster in each hand, boots thudding over metal docks, eyes trying their damnedest not to look down—not to see the open air for thousands of meters below him and the speeders zipping past fast enough that they’d end up killing him long before he could hit the ground so far below. Shouting, blaster fire, and was that an explosion?

Ah, just another day in the life of a smuggler.

Running, jumping, vaulting over a bewildered dock worker, Jen holstered his blasters to leap for a ladder. Another level up, another fifty meters added to the ones already between him and the ground. A blaster bolt shot past his head; he could smell the singed fur at his cheek.

A fang-baring grin, a hop to his step, a shout thrown over his shoulder without looking back at the pursuing gangsters: “Aw, c’mon! That the best you’ve got?”

His claws were unsheathed and they’d torn the fingertips of his gloves. That was the second pair he’d destroyed that week—Risha was going to kill him when she found out he’d need another pair. The Cathar didn’t much care; it was funny when she got annoyed.

Off the docks, up onto the rooftops, Jen felt some relief when there were finally alleys not far below him instead. He’d still really prefer not to fall off the roofs, but at least landing in the alleys wouldn’t make him go splat.

“Risha, where the hell’s that pickup?”

Corso’s voice was the one to crackle to life on the other side of Jen’s comm instead, “We’ve, ah—whoa! Watch your fancy flyin’!—run into some trouble, Captain. Bowdaar’s comin’ on foot.”

There was an explosion on Corso’s end that had Jen grimacing.

“My ship better be in one piece!”

“Your ship is the least of your concerns right now!” Risha interrupted. She was the one piloting, and Jen could practically hear the way her teeth were grinding. “Now shut up and get to the rendezvous.”

Jen growled—even if he knew she was right. “…Fine. But I swear if she gets one scratch—”

“I hardly think you’ll notice a scratch through all the rust.”

“Hey! She’s not rusty, just…just had personality.”

“Jendrush Sept.”

Oh… Full name time, huh? he thought with a grimace. Oops. “Okay, okay, shutting up! Be there in a jiff—make sure someone’s there for me, Risha!” He cut the line before he could get an answer and made a leap for the next roof.

Panting, legs burning, chest heaving. Almost there…

A shot finally met its target, grazing his elbow and forcing him to drop one of his blasters. Curses (in Basic? Catharese? He honestly had no idea and just grabbed blindly for whatever ones reached his tongue first and fit his rapidly souring mood best) were spilling out of Jen’s mouth before the weapon could even skitter across the roof to fall to the alley below.

It wasn’t long until he heard the telltale popping of a stealth generator activating. His nose twitched and fangs bared with a hiss. He could still smell the oil on the stealther’s clothes, even if he couldn’t see them.

“Uh, Risha? They really don’t want me havin’ this data!”

“Keep running, you idiot.”

“I was gonna stop and have a drink with them—no shit, ‘keep running’!”

Another jump—

A hiss escaped him when a vibroblade sliced through his vest with ease to bite into his side; it brought another pop as the blade’s owner cut the generator to make themself visible again. They were Human—small, lithe, able to keep up with Jen’s run even stealthed.

His foot slipped on the edge of the roof and next thing he knew, he was gasping for air after landing—hard—on his back in the alley below.

There were voices. Too many of them. Over his comm, on the roof above, and…next to him? Two figured were rushing him, standing over him—one with shaggy fur, the other battle-scuffed armor. Bowdaar and Akaavi.

…Akaavi? Wasn’t she supposed to be running one of the ship’s guns?

“I’m fine, I’m fine! But we’ve really gotta work on your timing…” Jen mumbled as Bowdaar pulled him back to his feet. He couldn’t help but wince as he pressed a hand to his side; blood, warm and sticky, met his fingers.

Bowdaar’s inquisitive growl had him shaking his head. “Not like I haven’t been knifed before. It’s fine.”

The rest of the trip was a blur. Akaavi had slung one of his arms over her shoulders while Bowdaar watched their backs (what Black Sun still pursued were clearly hesitant to face a Wookiee and a Mandalorian at the same time—what a relief).

The Star Hopper was hovering, ramp down with Guss on it. He was gesturing wildly for the three of them to hurry up. Jen found himself shoved toward the ramp by Akaavi, and the Mon Calamari took his arm to help haul him up onto the ramp before the dizziness from being pushed had even subsided. As soon as they were all back onboard with the hatch latching behind them, Risha took off.

Jen peeled his gloves off to shove them in his pockets, absentmindedly picking away at the threads caught in his claws, as he followed the other three to the holoterminal.

He was dizzy—must have hit his head when he fell, he figured—and when he pulled the datapad out of his pocket, he nearly missed the terminal as he tossed the device on top of it. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jen leaned on the terminal. He…wasn’t feeling so good.

Another set of footsteps revealed Corso as he came up from manning the ship’s lower guns. He didn’t even make it to the holoterminal before he was scuffing his boot at something on the floor.

“Uh… Who’s blood is this?”

Jen risked a glance. Blood—drops of it leading from the ship’s entrance all the way to the terminal—dotted the floor. When the Human’s eyes found the stain in Jen’s vest, his frown only deepened.

“Captain? Tell me you just clawed someone real good.”

Wincing as he peeled the thick fabric of his vest away to get a better look for himself, Jen swallowed. “I, ah…guess it’s a little worse’n I thought…” His shirt, an off-white fabric no deciding deep red was more its color, clung to the wound; his gray fur stained dark when he pressed his hand to it again. “I’m not… I’m not feelin’ too…”

He pressed his hands firmly to the terminal, one of them leaving a bloody print beneath it. Head ducked, eyes squeezed shut, he tried to swallow past the rising nausea.

Over the ship’s intercom, Risha said…something. He wasn’t sure what. His head was swimming too much for him to understand her. An order, maybe; Guss and Corso scampered off only moments after she’d spoken.

A hand on his shoulder, trying to lead him somewhere to sit down.

Jen shook his head. “I think… I’m jus’ gonna…”

His knees buckled and he was out cold before he even hit the floor.

[thearuhaislegacy]

Best Base SWTOR Companions

From each class

Trooper: Elara Dorne. (Or Yuun. Aric takes a solid 3)

Jedi Knight: TEESEVEN

Jedi Consular: Felix Iresso (fight me assholes)

Smuggler: Guss Tuno (listen he’s my SON)

Sith Warrior: Vette. Obviously. (Sorry LS Jaesa)

Sith Inquisitor: Khem Val

Bounty Hunter: BLIZZ NO CONTEST

Imperial Agent: Lokin and Vector are tied

[holosoftheoldrepublic]

Oh, Captain, I'd hug you, but after my experience with Akaavi my understanding of personal space has been forever altered.

Guss Tuno

[vespertine-legacy]

So I don’t really know how Zuvi feels about Guss, but godDAMN did it feel good to punch him.

[Captions:

1. Zuvi: This is just a complicated scheme of Rogun’s to drive me to suicide, right?

(between images, Guss says something about how he knows all of Rogun’s plans and can help her blah blah blah)

2. Zuvi: I’ll need a reason that outweighs the fact that you’re a two-faced lying scum who tried to get me killed.

(between images, Guss says that he’ll be a great addition to her team and lists some of his skills)

3. Guss: And that’s before you teach me! I’m a blank slate, Captain. (Dialogue choices - 1: You might be useful; 2: Fine, but... [punch Guss]; 3: I can always kill you later)

(Zuvi went with door number 2)

4. Zuvi: There’s just one thing, first.

5. Same caption, just Zuvi winding up for a sucker punch.

6. Same caption, nice almost POV shot of Zuvi’s punch.

7. Still same caption, Guss fucking reeling from getting punched, but he takes it like a man.

8. Guss: Ow! What was that for? Don’t answer that.

9. Guss: Does this mean I can come?

(between images Guss rattles off about needing to grab his stuff and all the changes he plans on making on the ship suggesting he has already been on the ship what the fuck Guss)

10. Please for the love of all that is holy look at the fucking sneer on Bowdaar’s face.]

[magicrobins]

Kyle: OhmyGod Guss, you’re alive. 😭😭😭

Guss: You didn’t think I’d get myself killed, did you?

Kyle: That's exactly what I thought.

Guss: That’s fair.

[badsithnocookie]

unrelated: reason n i love guss

he might be a liar and a conman but he’s not. an active shitter. he doesn’t go out of his way to make the galaxy a better place, but he doesn’t go out of his way to make it a worse one, either. his heart is in the right place, even if he’s frequently sidetracked by shiny objects.

which. reason n i was sigh at his ‘guss isn’t light or dark, he’s guss’ in kotfe. no, guss is undeniably ls. ls1, maybe, but he’s ls. when the chips are down, he attempts his best to do the right thing. and that’s what fucking counts.

[meatbag-status]

lololololol

also, what if guss had been “the chosen one” instead of anakin? can you even imagine?

[alexsrandomramblings]

Aww, not going to let the Bounty Hunter go after Guss?

[confessions-of-a-fanfic-writer]

I love this crew and I’m gonna miss then when I start a new class story. Except you, Corso.

SWTOR Smuggler Crew Makeup

Corso Riggs: if anyone in star wars owns a pick up truck, it is him.

Bowdaar: your bestest bud. don’t talk about fight club.

Risha Drayen: princess leia: crimeboss edition

Akaavi Spar: all woman. no nonsense.

Languss Tuno: still uses his school ID to get free shit

[voidendron]

Whumptober 2020: Day 25

Day 25: I Think I’ll Just Collapse Right Here, Thanks Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears Words: 575

(( hey, no one ever said whump couldn’t have some humor :P ))

Warnings: Minor Violence, Minor Character Death Ship: Smuggler/Smuggler Characters: K’hedif (Smuggler), Jendrush Sept (Voidhound), Smuggler Crew

It was just a routine run. Supposed to be, anyway. Something they’d all done a hundred times. Bowdaar and Akaavi were on either side of the ramp with weapons readied, standing guard; Risha and Corso were in the cockpit, keeping the ship ready for a hasty retreat if the need arose; K’hedif had a medical kit within reach while Jen and Guss pushed crates around on hoversleds. Baesk was watching Jessi and Jeva onboard the Star Hopper to make sure they didn’t cause any mischief (even if Jessi insisted she was old enough to help out), and that should have been that. Easy.

But of course it couldn’t stay easy. At that point, it had become a running joke through the crew that either the Star Hopper or their Captain himself was a bad luck charm, because there came the Exchange with blasters poised.

Bowdaar, Akaavi, and Jen all leapt into action. K’hedif pulled his own weapon and ducked behind the ramp with Guss, while he could hear one of the ship’s guns moving to target the hangar door—it fired at the first group of gangsters to easily take them down.

“Two stealthers!” Jen barked as he ducked what would have been a blow to the head. “And a heavy—watch those kriffin’ rockets!” At least the Star Hopper’s shields were already up…

Guss paused for a few long moments, took aim, and within moments one of the stealthers was down with their generator deactivating—he proceeded to give a wide grin. K’hedif reached through the Force to find the other, did the same before they could attack Bowdaar from behind.

One, two, the gangsters fell as the crew worked like a well-oiled machine. Jen fought dirty, Akaavi and Bowdaar swung their weapons, Corso used the ship’s guns while ever-careful about aiming them too close to one of his allies. Even with all of their different weapons and methods, they were ever-watchful of each other—watching each others’ backs, snapping out warnings, going back-to-back.

Smoke bombs and explosions and blaster fire, scowls and teeth bared in snarls, sweat and twitchy trigger fingers—it was all a familiar scene to the crew’s supply runs.

“Got another stealther!”

The warning came a tad too late that time.

A metal pipe striking the front of K’hedif’s helmet left him falling flat on his back to leave Guss blasting the gangster. He was saying…something, as he leaned over K’hedif. The Pureblood couldn’t make out whatever it was through the ringing of his ears or swimming vision. It just kept ringing, ringing…

Guss was grabbing one of his arms, Jen at the other (when had Jen come over? he’d just been by Bowdaar!) so they could drag him out of the blaster fire. The Captain gestured, and Guss darted off to duck behind a crate to shoot at opponents from cover, while Jen pulled K’hedif’s helmet off.

“Hey.” A furry hand patted his cheek. “Ya look drunk.”

“Very funny.” He found it in himself to scowl up at the Cathar, who only offered a smug grin in return. “When this is over, we’ll put a pot on your head and bang on it—‘cause damn, that’s what it feels like just happened.”

Jen snorted—then offered a kiss on the end of his nose. “How ‘bout you lay here a minute ‘til you can walk without falling on your ass. Oh, and you’re gonna need a new helmet.”

“…Dammit.”