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hereticpriest · 10 months ago

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Mercy - Chapter 2: Bitter

Rating: Explicit 18+

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Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter Warnings: Still lots of exposition. I promise I am getting there - at least there's more Obi-Wan in this one? Abandonment is once again discussed. Nothing explicit yet. If you notice any missing warnings, please let me know!

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Masterlist - Part One - Part Three - Part Four

Chapter 2: Bitter

Walking beside your Master always made you feel so poised and regal. He had long ago taught you how to carry yourself, and you knew you made a good picture of the respectable Jedi by following his example. He compared you often to his previous Padawan, now a Jedi Master with his own apprentice - the Stewjonni boy, Obi-Wan Kenobi. At the difficult age of fourteen, you did your best to master your rebellious teenage instincts, worsened by your presentation. Your Master was always very good about reminding you of the Alpha you wanted to be - not ruled by your instincts and emotions, but eagerly and consciously following the will of the Force.

Master Dooku often encouraged his old Padawan, Master Qui-Gon, to bring his Padawan along so that you both could train together. You were the same age, however Obi-Wan had only been chosen by Qui-Gon the year prior, so you took care to do your best to be supportive as he got used to learning under a Master instead of in classes. Training with him was as fun as it was difficult, and you found yourself constantly learning new things. He primarily used Form IV, Ataru, and you found it fun to practise against someone who used such a voracious form. It was a genuine challenge, especially as Obi-Wan grew under Master Qui-Gon’s guidance.

Master Dooku had a habit of assigning you research tasks in the Archives that seemed like a waste of time until you got to the very end, at which point you would find the answer to a question you’d recently asked your Master, or more detailed information about something you had recently been discussing. On one summer morning, Obi-Wan and Doa’su trailed after you as you made your way into the Archives with your datapad in hand. Bustling past Jacosta Nu, you made your way to the stack listed in your note from your Master, and were surprised to find pad after pad of information regarding previous Jedi. Your master had indicated seven pads and data chips for you to collect and review, and Doa’su hummed as she pulled one of the data chips down from the shelves.

“This data chip contains a holo of Master Aulo Bas, a Consular who spent his life in the Temple on Ilum.” She informed you, plugging it into the display at the end of the stack. A strange, and somehow familiar face appeared before you. A face like yours. Lavender skin unlike your pink, but with similarly pointed ears, a strong frame, and a slender tail tipped with a point. He was Haelan, like you.

“Well, that explains that.” Obi-Wan mused, offering Doa’su another data chip to plug in. Again, another Haelan appeared. This one had powder blue skin, and a tail that ended in a tuft of fur. Master Xyla Wellar, a Jedi Weapon Master who specialised in lightsaber pikes and other weapons with reach. You hummed thoughtfully as you brought up the first of the datapads, skim-reading the contents. It appeared to be from a Master Sav Lasra, who broke up a slave ring in the mid rim in which he found several Haela slaves. According to Master Sav, the Haela were valued as slaves due to the strong natural anaesthetics in their saliva, as well as their proposed natural high pain tolerance. It was a grim account, and you felt your stomach turn as you skimmed the descriptions of the experiences Master Sav had while resettling those ex-slaves back on Haelstruum.

“Did Master Dooku just find the records of all of the Haela Jedi and decide to make you read up on them?” Doa’su asked while skimming another datapad, “This one is about a Healer who acted as a battle medic. Ewwww, he used to use his spit for pain relief in emergency situations. I wonder if he… did he just spit on them? Did he lick them? Groooooss.”

You laughed, collecting the datapads and chips from your friends, “Master Dooku always has a reason for the research he assigns me. I’ll have to read all of it before I figure out what his plan was.”

Obi-Wan nodded sagely, stroking his chin, “Master Qui-Gon does the same thing. I guess he learned it from your Master.”

That drew a laugh from both you and Doa’su, and Obi-Wan soon joined you as you all departed from the Archives before you could get in trouble with Archivist Nu. It took you three days to read through all of the datapads you’d been given, and in the end, you were still a little confused about the purpose of your research project. When you were done, you approached your Master, sitting knee-to-knee with him in the meditation chambers.

“Did you finish your research?” Your Master asked, a smile already pulling at his lips as if he knew the troubles you were having.

“Yes Master.” You replied politely, waiting a few moments before you continued, “I’m not sure what the point of the lesson was, I’m afraid.”

Master Dooku smiled even wider, finally cracking his eyes open to look at you, “I’m proud of you for admitting it, my young apprentice. It isn’t always easy to admit when you are unsure. I assigned you this research project because you were taken from your home very young, and there are not currently any Haela Jedi. Master Sav Lasra passed away when you were but a youngling, and he only had the chance to visit you once, long before you would possibly remember it. Most of the other Padawans have someone of their species to learn from. I wanted you to see those who came before you, and read their personal accounts.”

You nodded. This was the only conclusion you had been able to come up with, though you had been sure there was more to it. It was a simple, but very kind thought, and something you had in fact been thinking about recently. You wanted to know more about the other Haela Jedi.

“And now, for your reward.” Master Dooku said with a playful lilt to his voice, instantly making you perk up, “First, I found a force crystal on a moon in the outer rim on my last mission. I want you to have it.”

You perked up, taking the offered bundle of scarlet silk and carefully unwrapping it as if the crystal might bite you. It shimmered and pulsed in your hands, and you felt the Force swirl around you as if pleased.

“Secondly, Master Sav left you a small box of his belongings. He had intended to give it to you himself, however, he left instructions with the council for them to be given to you when you were old enough. He wanted you to have the chance to be close to your heritage, both as a Haela, and a Haela Jedi.” Master Dooku explained, lifting a simple metal box from behind his back. He handed it over, then gave your forearms a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure you.

Under your Master’s watchful gaze, you carefully opened the box, gasping at the contents within. Several unique lightsaber parts, four tail cuffs of varying sizes with unique engravings, several sketches drawn on flimsi, a flimsi map of Haelstuum’s largest city Vaelastra, and a datapad loaded with several books notated by Master Sav. One book contained instructions for moving meditation with notations from Master Sav about how it helped him learn to meditate when he was too restless, while another described each of the lightsaber forms with notated instructions for altering them to account for and make use of a Haela’s tail. You poured over your new gifts, showing everything to your Master, who crooned with appropriate excitement of each new item.

The scent of star fruit filled your nose. You could practically taste it on your tongue. Tea followed, earthy and soothing. Honey, and some sort of floral scent you had a vague memory of that slipped through your fingers every time you tried to remember it. The scent was intoxicating, and you chuffed with pleasure on pure instinct as Obi-Wan pinned you to the training mats. You blinked rapidly, then blew out a harsh breath, your hands shooting up to grab at your friend’s waist.

“Obi-” You turned your head to look away from him, purple blooming across your cheeks, “You should go to your room, my friend.”

Obi-Wan raised a sceptical eyebrow at you, sitting back on his haunches now that you weren’t fighting his hold, “Are you trying to get out of me winning? Because it isn’t going to work.”

You took a shallow breath, glancing at him out of your periphery as understanding began to soften his face. He blinked, then shot to his feet, and you swiftly followed. His legs were shaking, and that sweetness filled the air around him. You quickly told Master Yoda what was happening, and that you were going to walk Obi-Wan back to his room, then get his Master for him. You were surprised he didn’t argue, as it was a bit unorthodox for an Alpha to walk an unmated Omega in their first stirrings of pre-heat to their room, but you were known for your self-control. The trust warmed your heart.

“Lean on me, I’ll help you. I’ll get Master Qui-Gon for you right away.” You promised, offering your arm to your friend and ignoring the ache in your teeth. Obi-Wan swiftly pressed into your side, and you put your arm around him, bracing his weight easily against you to help him back to his room. You commed his Master on your way out of the room, and he promised to be there as soon as possible, worry heavy in his voice. He loved Obi-Wan, you knew. You could feel it whenever you were around them. Even if Obi-Wan had become a rule-follower and Qui-Gon Jinn had never met a rule he didn’t find a way around, they fit in a unique sort of way.

The walk back to their chambers was fraught with anxiety, and you knew you were out of line for growling at the few Jedi who attempted to talk to you both on the way, but Obi-Wan softened like butter in your arms at the protectiveness and his own fear lessened. Getting Obi-Wan into his bed was easy, but leaving was less so. He kept grabbing your hand, rubbing his wrist against yours and whining for comfort. His cheeks were as pink as your skin, and the puppy-dog eyes he gave you to try and get you to stay were criminal. Thankfully, your will was stronger, and you managed to leave the rooms before his pre-heat became a full-blown heat.

You nearly ran into Master Qui-Gon on your way out, and you froze as he sniffed at you and looked you over as if checking that you hadn’t done anything untoward to his Padawan, before thanking you for taking care of him properly. He didn’t linger long, and you smiled at the way the bitter tang in Obi-Wan’s scent soothed the instant he saw his Master. You could hear them murmuring to each other, and you took solace in the fact that you weren’t leaving Obi-Wan alone, even as your instincts clawed at you to go back in.

You doubled up on your rut blockers that night, and Master Dooku simply raised an eyebrow at you as he watched, a certain understanding in his eyes. You had washed your clothing from that day thoroughly, and taken an extra-long shower before going back to your classes, but you wished you could have kept something. Even just something small, a little hint of Obi-Wan’s scent that felt so right. You didn’t, but the desire nagged at you, so you knew you would have to meditate on it. You were a strong Alpha - you had control of yourself and your instincts. You had proved that with your restraint and gentleness - you would not falter now at the finish line.

Numb.

Cold, and empty, you sat outside of the council chambers while they discussed your future. Your Padawan braid tickled your neck, and you contemplated cutting it off before finally settling on the more mature choice of tucking it behind your ear. To the passing viewer, you appeared serenely at rest, however on the inside, you were a tempest. The Force flared and flickered, your pain roaring in your ears. It only grew louder and louder the longer you sat outside of the chambers. The door slammed open behind you, and Master Windu looked down upon you with concern written plainly on his face, jerking you out of your downward spiral. You weren’t used to the stern master being so open with his feelings.

“We can feel you from inside the council chambers, Padawan Mercy.” Master Windu said, holding out his hand to her, “Come inside. We have much to discuss.”

You took his hand and allowed him to help you up despite both of you knowing you didn’t need it. Not physically at least. Looking back at that moment, you could admit that emotionally, you had needed his support. As he led you into the chambers, you pushed your shoulders back and tipped your chin up, walking with poise and sweeping steps the way your Master always taught you. Despite the feeling of betrayal weighing heavy on your heart, your Master had imparted many helpful lessons in the art of concealment, and you would use them to your advantage even while your heart was bleeding.

“You see? When you walk like this, you give off the appearance of elegance and control even when you aren’t feeling at your best. My dear apprentice, you are very skilled at hiding your force signature already, and I am very proud. But your face and posture can give you away.” He always said, gently squeezing your shoulders, then helping to fix your posture, “Do you feel it? It’s like armour, Mercy. Everyone has their own form of protection. As a Jedi, our own physicality and knowledge of the Force is like our shield, but you can don additional protection, just like I do. As a Consular, this set of armour will serve you well.”

Master Windu gestured to the seat in the centre of the room for you, then sat on his own beside Master Yoda, whose face was scrunched with what you recognized as sadness. The Masters looked upon you solemnly, and you allowed the gentle brushes of their force signatures against yours, comforting and warm in a way they weren’t meant to be visibly. Your bottom lip wobbled, but you bit the inside of your cheek to hold yourself steady.

“Our apologies, you are owed, young Padawan.” Master Yoda broke the silence, and you swallowed around the lump in your throat, “Think, we did not, about the turmoil you would be feeling. Left you alone, we should not.”

You couldn’t make your mouth open. Your throat felt dry and tight, and you knew if you tried to speak, you would cry. Your eyes stung with it already. So far, you had floated in a river of numbness, frozen to the core, your mind silent as your heart cried. You had woken that morning feeling empty in a way you hadn’t since you were ten. Since your Master had claimed you as his, and braided your hair in front of the Council. Your training bond being cut had woken you, ripped from a gentle slumber to a deep, searing pain in the Force.

Master Dooku was gone. You couldn’t feel him in the Jedi Temple any longer. He had abandoned you.

“We can all feel your pain, young Padawan. You will be supported as you adjust to this new reality. We won’t rush you. However, we wish to reassure you that should you wish to continue your training, you will be assigned a new Master. This is not the end of your journey as a Jedi, so long as you desire to continue.” Master Plo Koon spoke up, and you nodded at him, thanking him for his gentle words. His force signature brushed comfortingly against yours again, and you barely held back a sniffle.

“I-I want to be a Jedi.” You choked out, feeling the soft relief in the room at your declaration, “I promise I will follow the will of the Force, and be the best Padawan to whoever chooses me. I won’t disappoint yo-”

“Know you will, we do. A strong, respectful Padawan, you have always been. Doubts about you, none of us have.” Master Yoda interrupted you gently, stopping your near-panicked promises. You swallowed hard to keep yourself together, and Master Yoda sighed sympathetically. Everyone in the Council was reeling with the loss of Dooku, especially considering the circumstances. Master Dooku had not been killed. He had not been expelled from the Jedi Order for some crime or breach of the Code.

Dooku left. He left the Jedi - left you - and headed to Serenno to take his place in the rulership of the planet. He left you masterless without even having the strength to tell you himself. Devastation did not even begin to cover it.

“Spend time with your fellow Padawans. Centre yourself. When you’re ready, we will assign you a new Master.” Master Mundi assured you, and you bowed low to the Council, sighing with relief when Master Windu dismissed you. Doa’su met you at the door to your room, and you both cringed a little at how empty it felt with all of your old master’s things gone. You curled up on your bed with your closest friend, soon joined by Nanga, Orare and Yaris soon joined you, and you felt better at the bottom of a cuddle puddle with the closest members of your old youngling clan.

It took a week before you felt stable enough to consider a new Master. You didn’t want to fall behind on your training, and you knew there might be doubts if you took too long to recover. You spent the first day with your old clan members, roaming your favourite parts of the Jedi Temple and enjoying the peace while you could. Your second day, Master Qui-Gon invited you to tea to check on you, and you did your best to reassure him that you would be okay. He let Obi-Wan walk you back to your room, and he came in to sit with you for a bit, your head on his shoulder as you talked about anything but your old master. Days three through seven were spent in deep meditation, first in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, and then in the Lake level. With the gentle guidance of the Force at your back, you went through every single kata you knew, embracing moving meditation with open arms. You practiced every lightsaber form until you couldn’t stand any longer, and meditated under the rushing water of the waterfalls.

By the time you had finished your week, you felt reconnected to the Force. You still ached, of course. You were heartbroken. Like many Jedi, you followed the Code. However, like your old Master and his old Padawan before you, you had your own interpretations. So, while the Code forbade attachments, you held the understanding that possessive love was what the Code truly forbade. The inability to accept change, the inability to put the will of the Force over those you loved, was what the Code sought to avoid. You loved your Master. He was the closest thing you’d ever had to a father. But he was gone, and he would not be coming back for you. The Force willed you on different paths, and you would trust in the Force’s guidance.

On the morning of the eighth day, you walked into the council chambers and bowed before the Council. With their kind greetings, you stood proudly before them, your tail coiled around your leg to hide your nerves. You were ready for a new Master, you told them, and would welcome their guidance with a clear mind. Master Plo Koon spoke up, claiming you under his guidance, as the Force willed him to show you the compassion you deserved. He was gentle as he undid your Padawan braid, carefully collecting each bead and coloured band as he went. When he rebraided your hair, he moved your old beads and bands higher in your braid, leaving room for his own. This new part of your braid began with a wooden bead he admitted to carving himself for you with an orange band to represent himself.

You couldn’t have been happier. Your new Master was kind, and understood your skills enough not to hold you back. He took you through a simple demonstration, then began to teach you right away, as if you had always been his. You learned more about his preferred lightsaber form, Form V - Shien. Makashi would always be where you began, and you had a feeling you would return there eventually, but the Force entreated you to learn all you could about Shien and you would do your best to listen.

Master Plo set you up with more classes in the Halls of Healing, encouraging you to improve your natural gift as it would be an asset on the field. Between missions, he would often let you spend your time there, when you weren’t otherwise busy with training. It was with his guidance that you finally began to learn beyond the bare bones basics of piloting. It wasn’t ever going to be something you excelled at the way some Jedi did, but you were certainly better than the average pilot due to the guidance of the Force.

You learned swiftly under Master Plo’s guidance, and you were thrilled to find that while you missed your old Master, you were able to accept that your time together was done and still look back on him fondly. Hurt lingered on the fringes, and you were unsure how you would feel if you ever did see him again, but you held true to his teachings without the bitterness some in the Council had worried you may carry. While you had moved on to using primarily Shien, you still practiced Makashi to keep your skills sharp, and to honour the legacy your old Master had passed on to you. And if sometimes, late at night, you looked back on your fond memories with a bitter taste in your mouth, that was for you and you alone to know.

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi x oc #obi-wan kenobi x original character

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maybeyoushouldletthewookieewin · 3 months ago

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Welcome to my exclusively SWTOR Tumblr; which is titled "Maybe You Should let the Wookiee Win"

This is where I'll be showcasing my SWTOR toons and adventures. I'm seeming to play a lot more SWTOR now that my wife is back in the game. Her hard-drive space on her laptop was down to near minimal, so somehow, she being more computer literate than me managed to get her game onto an external hard-drive which gave her space on the laptop's hard-drive to install the latest update and get her running again. She needs a much bigger hard-drive on her computer.

Of course, I'm running down to about 345 gigs of space too now. I really should have gotten a 4TB hard-drive. Will have to consider that later. My main toons are on the Star Forge server but I'm not restricted to that. I've also started making toons for the Satele Shan server (the other North American server) and that's where I've been playing on quite a bit.

My first toon I created on Satele Shan was Kyra. She originated from Star Forge, but I had to delete her and start over. (I didn't want to spend the cartel coins to transfer her)

My second toon was Sarlena Worriz.

Of course I also had to have a Jedi Knight - she's going a bit dark.

Couldn't exclude the Imperial Side either.

This is my wife's Jedi Consular (I'm male but enjoy playing female toons; she on the other hand creates mostly female toons).

I have had fun playing the evil Sith Sorcerer with Kyra. She's always been one of my favorites since I haven't unlocked many of the abilities that I have unlocked on Star Forge server. Eventually, I'll probably migrate to every server listed. Then I'm going to have so much fun trying to keep track of all my toons. Guess I'm going to have to keep a spreadsheet of all my characters and what their crew skills are.

On my Star Forge toons, my crew has 745M credits. My Satele Shan toons are poor as ****. So...back to the beginning, I guess...

#SWTOR #Star Wars the Old Republic #Maybe You Should Let The Wookiee Win

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swtor-lewau-legacy · 2 years ago

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((for those of you who have Jedi characters that worry about Satele finding out about their romantic relationship, namely female Consular/Felix & female Knight/Doc, she already knows, she just hasn’t said anything because she doesn’t wanna be seen as a hypocrite (although that’s not obvious until after they meet Theron for the first time, and also why she was so quick to allow female Consular and Felix to get married despite Master Kaedan’s objections). it’s male Consular/Nadia & male Knight/Kira that she’d be a little concerned about, cause, you know, Master/Padawan relationship and all that, plus Nadia just lost her dad and is emotionally vulnerable. what she needs is a big brother figure to look out for her and help her keep her emotions stabilized, not a boyfriend who doesn’t really know what he’s doing in the relationship anymore than she does.))

#swtor #star wars the old republic #jedi consular #jedi knight #felix iresso #archiban kimble #nadia grell #kira carsen #satele shan #theron shan

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chaoticstrata · 10 months ago

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I keep going back and forth on what I want to do with my smuggler. I wish they would tell us if we'll get Rass as a fully romanceable character. =/ My current Zaberial is fully locked into the Theron romance, so I'd have to make another Zabe in order to do the romance Rass without me having a moral dilemma over breaking up with Theron. =/

And don't get me started on Jedi Knights...I swear I'm going to end up with three in the end. One for Theron, one for Arcann, and one for Doc. @_@

Possibly both a male and female trooper for Theron and Aric. Some female force user for Lana (possibly Female Jedi Consular).

-SIGH- I like alt way too much.

#strata speaks #swtor #too many alts

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blackberry-command-cap · 2 months ago

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SWTOR OC catalog 🧀🧀

yea ok I don't have energy for fancy formatting but have some rambling descriptions (I guess it's fine tho bc if I gave introductions in real life it would not be any more coherant (more often than not I go to introduce someone and turns out I had their name wrong for WEEKS) )

but yes here are all my SWTOR OCs

Ga’eon Kachymov AKA Glen Iruusi AKA Lord Srije Narakati AKA TBD (Yes I like coming up with names why do you ask)

tagged oc: worst sith ever (+ anxiety)

Male Mirialan Sith Warrior. Complete cinnamon roll and worst possible person to be a Sith (affectionate). Baras took advantage of his inclination to trust (AKA gullibility) and messed him up big time. Anxiety and Imposter Syndrome made worse by the constant threat of death. But he’s got Vette and the Force and his love for plants, so it'll probably be okay?

Hopefully going to end up married to Jaesa Willsaam (but in my head she’s a totally different person) with two+ Mandalorian kids but either of them could definitely mess that up between here and the end of the class story.

Currently playing through Corellia (home stretch let's goooo)

A’la’zena AKA Cipher Nine

tagged oc: a'la'zena

Female Twi’lek Agent. My best attempt at Chaotic Good. Arrogant, contrary and despises feeling controlled more than anything else (Act II was nearly enough to turn her genocidal and it probably would have succeeded if not for bugboi). Always does the right thing but by her standards, not anyone else’s. Enjoys luxury and partying with her BFF Kaliyo. After Act III, took the Black Codex and disappeared. Now she runs a grassroots Space Illuminati 2.0: Chaotic Good version. Yes, it’s probably going to fail spectacularly. Yes, she’s pink. Don’t tell her.

Happily married to her emotional support bug with one adopted kid who will have no hope of a normal childhood. Shae’zena’s sister.

Currently done with the class story, with no intention of doing the expansions and plans to do a second playthrough.

Master Periflynn AKA the Bar’san’thor AKA area man officially so done with this

tagged oc: periflynn (tired)

Male human Consular (HC him as near human species that lives far longer). Practical above all else and duty bound to the Jedi. The only sane person in the entire Republic and very tired of dealing with everyone else’s messes. There to get things done and has no patience for pointless rhetoric or stupid people. Please stop putting him in management.

Proficient deadpan snarker, slicer, mechanic, and swoop bike pilot. Geeks out about software with Theran Cedrex. Nadia drags him to all the important ceremonies he’s supposed to appear at. Despises impractical ceremonial robes more than anything.

Diligently following the Jedi “no romantic attachments” policy and completely fine with that.

Currently done with the class story, with plans to play through the expansions at some point.

Captain Shae’zena

tagged oc: chaotic woke ✌️☮️🌼

Female Twi’lek Smuggler. Biggest ray of sunshine ever who also kicks butt. Flower child california hippie vibes. Takes nothing seriously except when innocent people are getting hurt, and then she's deadly serious. Founder of the Feminism Brigade; supports #killiklivesmatter

Largely exists because all my other OCs are very polite and serious, and I wanted at least one chill snarker who can say all the things that the others would think but not say.

Corso Riggs and *sigh* Doc currently under consideration for the position of bf. Depends on whether he (either of them) learns to respect her or not. Theron is also a definite possibility :D

Currently on Alderaan, with plans to play through at least KOTET.

Other, less developed OCs/OCs I may or may not actually play

Ffeud - Male Chiss Agent. Manipulative bastard who also somehow exudes the overwhelming impression that he is a trustworthy friend who would never lie to you and never did anything wrong. Unclear how he does it, because every aspect of that impression is completely wrong. Potentially force sensitive? A’la’zena immediately hates his guts.

Valkerie Beausoleil - Female Human Inquisitor. Literally and figuratively the black sheep of the Beausoleil family due to her ✨raven black hair✨ and strong force sensitivity. Disowned by her family, she becomes Sith anyway, determined to free the Empire from the rule of old complacent traditionalists set in their ways.

#there ya go i did it #reference #bookmarked #swtor #✨character stuff✨

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galaxygurlll · 16 days ago

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Star Wars - The Phantom Menace - Part 1

It’s forbidden to have relationships, but y/n was still born with the councils' approval but her mother died during the birth. Master Windu trains Y/n while her father trains a close friend and crush of hers, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Y/n is sent on a mission with the two to protect the queen of Naboo and they find Anakin.

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Prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/galaxygurlll

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-Y/n pov-

-The Consular-class Republic Cruiser Radiant VII-

-3rd person-

A ship containing two pilots and three Jedi, one a Master and the other two a male a female Padawan. But, the Jedi Master also happens to be the father to the female Padawan but is not her Master, he is the males Master yet, the girl was instructed by her Master to go with them.

The Master is Master Qui-Gon Jinn, his male Padawan is Obi-Wan Kenobi and his daughter, who is the Padawan to Master Windu, is Y/n Jinn, a fifteen-year-old girl but is significantly ahead of her class hence why she's here on this mission.

Connections are forbidden, the three know this, but they can't help that two of them are related and the other two are best friends and, they also have a force bond which they've been told on countless occasions to be very wary and careful of since they found this out a year prior. The force bond is very strong to the point where if one gets hurt, the other can feel some of the pain and with emotions, the same thing. Sadness, both feel, joyfully, both feel, anger... both feel.

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Whilst the pilots are, well, piloting, Obi-Wan, my father and I stand behind with our robes on and hoods over our heads, mine is a pale seashell colour whilst the other two were matching brown robes with our hands hidden under them and we all have the normal Jedi attire on as well and in white. My father is on my right whilst Obi-Wan is on my left as well as we look out onto the trading federation ships.

"Captain?" My father speaks, "Yes sir?" The captain replies, "Tell them we've reached the board at once," the captain follows those orders and Viceroy Nute Gunray shows up on the screen above, "With all due respect, the ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor wish to board immediately," the captain tells him, then he speaks "Yes of course. As you know, our blockade is effectively legal. And we'd be happy to receive the ambassadors."

Then, the pilots guide the ship down the main federation blockage ship and land in it.

We leave the ship and head down the ramp with our hoods still up and hands still covered and pass by many droids and other machines, causing slight worry to run through me, but I'm able to put up my force wall against Obi-Wan before he can realise. Because of that though, I hear him let out a quiet annoyed sigh that only I can hear as my father is too focused.

After getting through a door, we see a silver droid, "I am TC-14 at your service. This way, please," TC-14 tells us and motions us down the hallway to follow and we do. Soon enough, we reach another room that has a long dining table with multiple chairs around it, "We are greatly honoured by your visit ambassadors. Make yourselves comfortable, my master will be with you shortly." With that, TC-14 leaves the room and the doors close.

We three then take off our hoods as we turn around, with me still in the middle of them, and put our hands hidden again. My y/h/l y/h/c hair is in my signature rope-twisted braid and my Padawan braid rests along my right arm.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan states and I hum in agreement as I'm not one for talking, "I don't sense anything," My father tells us in a matter-of-a-fact tone, "It's not about the mission master, its something... elsewhere. Illusive." Obi-Wan adds on and we three start walking slowly, "Don't centre on your anxiety, you two, keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs," Father says to us.

"But Master Yoda said that we should be mindful of the future," Obi-Wan tells him with slight confusion, I just focus my attention on other things whilst making sure my walls are still up, "But not at the expense of the moment. Be mindful of the living Force, young Padawans." We continue to walk towards the widows, "Yes Master," Both Obi-Wan and I say in sync and then we reach the window and look out of it with them still talking.

"How do you think this trade viceroy will deal with the chancellor's demands?" Obi-Wan questions, "These Federation types are cowards. The negotiations will be short." Father confirms with us.

We soon sit down with my father sitting at the head, Obi-Wan to his left and me to his right. I don't focus much on the conversations at hand and I can feel Obi-Wan trying to find a crack in my mind to see how I am feeling at the current moment in time but I don't allow him. Looking up though, his face seems dejected and, feeling bad, I open my mind a little and feel him latch on.

Then, a wave of comfort seeps through me and, looking up, Obi-Wan sends me a warm smile before returning to the conversation with my father who was also looking at the interaction. Much to Obi-Wan's disappointment, as I can feel it, I go back to shutting him out and looking down at my lap whilst playing with my hands but knowing he can still feel some, if not any, of my sadness.

My thoughts are then rudely interrupted by the doors opening back up again and TC-14 steps through with some drinks on a tray. Obi-Wan takes one when offered, still focusing on my father then the droid offers my father one and he takes it and when the droid appears next to me, I look at the drink with suspicion before my father clears his through and I look at him and he signals for me to take one as not to be rude, so that's what I do also being the only one to thank the droid.

Suddenly, there's a massive explosion and the feeling like lives were lost hits my gut hard and my father, Obi-Wan and me stand up really quickly causing TC-14 to drop the try with the drink canaster still on it in surprise. We ignite our lightsabers, green on my father, blue on Obi-Wan and me, well, mine being the extraordinary bright pearl pink that look to almost be white, but you could easily tell it wasn't.

Then, I smell something... Dioxis.

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-Obi-Wan pov-

Dioxis.

A dangerously killing poison gas is let into the room. I hear my Master hold his breath and I copy then look to y/n, who's looking around frantically at the growing gas and then we make eye contact and watch her copy my actions of holding her breath after signalling to her. 'What do we do?' Her voice suddenly echo's through my mind, 'Just hold your breath y/n/n, that's the best we can do for now,' I reply to her and see her nod.

Looking around, Master Qui-Gon is in a calm state, don't know how, but he's good at keeping his composure. 'Obi? Should we turn off our lightsabers since they believe we are dead? Also, I sense B1-Battle Droids outside the door,' I hear her voice again, 'I agree,' and quickly turn off my lightsaber with her following the movement. She then looks to Master Qui-Gon and signals for him to turn off his since he wears a look of confusion, but does turn it off.

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-Qui-Gon Jinn pov-

This connection these two have can be very dangerous if not used wisely, but I know that they won't mess with it. Besides, I've learnt to know when those two are communicating telepathically by their eyes, my daughters going a lighter shade of y/e/c and my Padawans also going a lighter shade.

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-3rd pov-

Viceroy Nute Gunray shows up on a hologram in front of the b1-Battle Droids, "They must be dead by now, destroy what's left of them" He tells them and then the commander B1-Battle Droid switches to open the door as the hologram turns off and walks over to a group of security B1-Battle Droids. Then, a figure emerges from the mist, but it's just TC-14, "Oh! Excuse me," The droid says and walks past them.

"Check it out corporal, we'll cover you," The commander droid tells a security droid that they are beside, "Roger, Roger," They reply and advance forward slightly before Chnnnnnn is heard and the three colours of green, bright pearl pink and blue can be seen through the mist in that order.

"Blast them."

The three Jedi then begin their attack on the B1-Battle Droids and end up slicing them all with y/n and Obi-Wan both using their force to push more onto the ground, leaving them vulnerable and easier to destroy.

The three make their way down the corridors before arriving at the main ship control door and Qui-Gon stabs his lightsaber into the closed door, attempting to get it open whilst Obi-Wan and y/n are working on destroying the remaining B1-Battle Droids that were still firing at them. Doors closing from the other side can then be heard and the father and daughter exchange a confused look before y/n deflects a blast and Qui-Gon sinks his lightsaber further in.

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-Y/n pov-

"Master, destroyers!" Obi-Wan calls out to my father as I stand beside Obi-Wan and hear my father quickly pull his lightsaber out and stand beside me again as the destroyers put up their shields and start to fire as we deflect with ease. "They have shield generators," I exclaim with worry laced in my voice, "Let's go," My father tells us and we quickly speed away from the destroyers and end up at the end of another hall but still fired at.

We soon make it out of the ventilation shaft and jump down from it one by one, my father, me, and then Obi-Wan last and land in a crouching position whilst hiding behind massive holding containers with Obi-Wan on one side and my father and me on the other, "Battle droids," My father makes out as we look past the containers at the said droids, "It's an invasion army," Obi-Wan and I exclaim at the same time, earning a small smile at each other before our attention focuses back.

"This is an odd play for the trade federation," My father goes on as he hastily looks away from us and I know he caught the interaction and I'll be getting another lecture from him later. "We've got to warn the Naboo and contact Chancellor Valorum. Let's split up. Stow aboard separate ships and meet down on the planet." We nod to him, "You were right about one thing Master, the negotiations were short," Obi-Wan tells my father humourlessly earning him and slight laugh from me but I go quickly silent from the look I receive from my father.

"Y/n," He gets a hum reply from me, "You go with Obi-Wan on a ship and I'll go by myself," before I can protest, Obi-Wan is grabbing my wrist gently and pulling me along with him as I look sadly back at my father but then quickly job beside Obi-Wan once I decide to turn around.

We luckily reach a vacant ship and I take control of flying since I am much better and much more qualified than the two of us. As we reach the air, we carefully leave and fly down to Naboo in comfortable silence but before we reach the ground, Obi-Wan breaks that silence. "Y/n, can I ask something?" He gets a hum reply from me as my focus is on flying, "Why is it that you rarely talk? Even to me, even to your own father?" This question stirs something inside me.

Obi-Wan can clearly sense my sudden change in demeanour and is quick to add, "I'm sorry! It's just that, I'm curious- worried! Uhhh..." My hand snaps up to silence him and he does just as I land the ship and quickly sand up and leave, knowing that he is right behind me.

I don't know why, but that question hit a soft spot.

No, sorry, scratch that, I know exactly why.

I'm just not ready to tell him.

#star wars #star wars prequels #obi wan star wars #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #qui gon jinn #qui-gon jinn

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tacticalhimbo · 7 months ago

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STAR WARS: THE OLD REPUBLIC // MAIN CHARACTERS

This is a list and introduction to my primary SWTOR OCs, some of which I have already posted about and some that are newer. I also redid this post to include better graphics, since I've remade some characters (transferring them all to one server) and since I just felt like being fancy.

Details will be below the cut, and will be written to correspond to the characters in order of top left to bottom right. Italicized introductory material comes from various canonical sources

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ALECRIC JETTHEN -> JEDI CONSULAR Human Male || Sentinel

Alecric is a great ancestor to a non-Legends/Canon Jedi Knight of mine, Marquin Jetthen, who dies protecting his padawan during Order 66.

For more than 20,000 years, the Jedi Order has worked to promote peace and balance in the Galactic Republic, but each new day brings with it a new threat, promising to rip the Jedi and the entire galaxy apart. If the Republic is to survive, it needs leaders and visionaries; it needs the Jedi Consular. Jedi Consulars channel the power of the Force for strength in combat and wisdom in diplomacy. Years of arduous training and meditation have sharpened Consulars’ minds to cut to the truth as cleanly as their Lightsabers cut through their foes. Intimate attunement with the deepest Force mysteries gives Jedi Consulars the insight and empathy to deftly handle charged conflicts that confound even the most cunning Senators and governors—but Consulars know when it’s time to talk and when it’s time to fight. When negotiations turn aggressive, Consulars demonstrate their gifts of foresight—anticipating and deflecting enemy attacks with fluid strikes from their dual-bladed Lightsaber. Before they can dispel the darkness in the galaxy, Jedi Consulars know they must first come to terms with the darkness within. There’s no avoiding the temptation to take shortcuts or even to use their knowledge for personal power; Consulars must constantly check their own motives. When tempted to step onto the path leading to darkness, Consulars must remember the tormented fate of the Jedi who have passed that way before. This is the only way they can unite the Jedi Order and the Republic and rally the troops to rescue the galaxy from the menacing darkness.

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AUKRII -> REPUBLIC TROOPER Iridonian Zabrak Female || Commando

Not all heroes carry Lightsabers. Some just have the will to fight. For decades, the armed forces of the Galactic Republic defended their civilization against the seemingly unstoppable Sith Empire. Despite countless setbacks, the men and women of the Republic military never backed down until the Senate ordered them to do so. These brave souls remain ready and willing to lay their lives on the line today. These Troopers are the embodiment of the Republic military’s highest aspirations—the most advanced fighting force in the galaxy. They are equipped to face any foe in any environment, but it’s not their gear that makes them tough—it’s their guts. The Troopers’ greatest weapons are their indomitable spirit, their unwavering sense of duty and their undying loyalty to each other and to the ideals that the Republic represents. In this age, the stakes have never been higher. The Republic must win or face extinction. The fate of the galaxy rests upon ordinary men becoming extraordinary heroes. This is the path of the Republic Trooper.

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AUSDEVA WHIAKI -> SMUGGLER Cyborg Male || Vanguard

Sometimes luck is more important than skill, but it never hurts to have both. Lawlessness has become common in the wake of the devastating war between the Republic and Empire. Shifting political allegiances and marauding pirates have made independent space travel a dangerous enterprise. Cut off from traditional supply routes, entire star systems waver on the verge of collapse. An adventurous spirit who’s not afraid to break a few rules can make a handsome profit hauling cargo to these hotspots, but it requires fast reflexes, fast wits and a fast draw with a blaster. Even then, the life of a Smuggler is always a gamble. Stacking up enemies as fast as they stack up credits, Smugglers only survive in this galaxy by being slick, sneaky and street-smart. Whether sweet-talking an attractive alien or bargaining with a hardened criminal contact, the Smuggler’s charm is a notorious asset, and often the ticket to turning around a deteriorating situation. If circumstances get too complicated, though, count on a Smuggler to always have an escape plan. Experienced in flying under the radar, Smugglers are amazingly elusive. Yet when backed into a corner, they quickly become cunning and often deadly combatants. Above all else, Smugglers make their own destinies. Despite their affinity for credits, Smugglers have been known to turn down lucrative opportunities when the clients have demanded too much control. Some Smugglers are even more discriminating—refusing to work with slavers and representatives of the Sith Empire. It’s a business where one is always looking for trustworthy allies, but they are often few and far between. Whether running an Imperial blockade or shooting down a double-crossing gangster, Smugglers are always flying by the seat of their pants. Every deal carries the chance for wealth beyond their wildest dreams… or an anonymous death in the harsh void of space.

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JAZAYLI STOWSHR -> JEDI KNIGHT Human Transmasc || Guardian

A symbol of hope in dark times, the Jedi Knight stands for the legacy of the Jedi Order—more than twenty-thousand years of protecting the Republic and keeping the peace across the galaxy. Jedi Knights have served as generals, guerilla fighters, and warriors for generations, with few able to challenge their legendary combat prowess. Through years of disciplined training and meditation, the Jedi Knight hones body and mind into perfect harmony. Combining the foresight of the Force with unrivaled reflexes and practiced physical precision, the Knight turns combat into an art form, gracefully executing acrobatic feats in tandem with elegant lightsaber tactics. A source of inspiration to allies and intimidation to adversaries, the Jedi Knight’s presence is welcome in any confrontation. The Order’s long history of fighting for justice has earned the trust of countless friends and the hate of innumerable enemies. Few, though, are foolish enough to challenge a seasoned Jedi Knight unless they have the skills and technology to even the odds. For many, the Jedi Knight is the guardian of a precious dream; a dream of peace, a dream of justice, a dream of a brighter future. The fate of the galaxy depends upon the Knight’s ability to keep this dream alive.

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KAVRIX A'NESONDE -> SITH INQUISITOR Dathomiran Zabrak Female || Sorcerer

Kavrix is the daughter to Romos, and tragically does not remember much about him due to being taken from their colony at a young age and under traumatic circumstances. If, or when, she learns that he failed to protect her, she would funnel that fury into her Dark Side powers.

The history of the Sith Empire is fraught with scheming politics and dark secrets—the lifeblood of the Sith Inquisitor. Treachery hides around every corner in the Empire’s dark corridors, and survival depends on an individual’s natural cunning and the will to manipulate and defeat their enemies and allies alike. The Inquisitor experiments with forbidden powers to not only survive in this cutthroat environment, but to excel and seize authority. Regardless of potential, few acolytes succeed in facing the rigorous trials to become Sith Inquisitors. Only the most determined acolytes attain such an achievement, but these Sith are often the ones to watch. Due to their manipulative genius, Inquisitors are skilled at exploiting both their enemies and their allies to further their own personal agendas. Channeling this Force energy, Inquisitors are capable of draining the life from their enemies and using it to feed themselves and their allies. Though their skills are varied and many, Sith Inquisitors are most feared for their ability to channel the energy of the Force, making them a spectacle to behold on the battlefield. Seething sparks of lightning explode from the Inquisitors’ fingertips and wrap their enemies in tendrils of pure Force energy. Because Inquisitors can twist the Force into lightning to stun, subdue, or destroy their foes, it has become their signature. Those who have experienced the sensation of the Inquisitor’s Force Lightning and survived forever recoil from the crackling sound of electricity. To reach the highest echelons of power, the Inquisitor needs more than Force Lightning and a razor-sharp mind. The most formidable Inquisitors dare to explore unorthodox practices by investigating the enigmas of the past and by unlocking new powers for themselves. The Force is a source of unlimited potential—a wellspring Inquisitors tap and bend to their will. Such intensity allows Sith Inquisitors to become architects of the Empire’s future… or simply the architects of their own destruction.

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LYRIJAN HACKSAW -> IMPERIAL AGENT Cyborg Female || Operative

The Empire dominates scores of star systems across the galaxy, but not through the power of the dark side alone. Behind the scenes, the cunning Agents of Imperial Intelligence track down and eliminate the Empire’s enemies—from intractable Republic senators to traitorous Imperial Moffs to bloodthirsty rebels with Republic ties. Imperial Agents must master the arts of infiltration, seduction, and assassination to advance the Empire’s causes; they face the opposition of a terrified galaxy and the capriciousness of their own Sith overlords. Imperial Intelligence cultivates a notoriously vast and efficient network of informants, enabling the Agent to navigate the galaxy’s political landscape with effortless suave. Naturally, the Agent’s allegiance to the Empire is without question, but great latitude exists for those so closely attuned to the Empire’s secret agendas—Agents often harbor their own mysterious motivations as well. Having pierced countless layers of intrigue, these spies know of conspiracies within conspiracies. Even close contacts find it hard to predict what an Imperial Agent will do until it’s done. The most elite operative within Imperial Intelligence is the ‘Cipher’ Agent—recruited and trained to carry out the most dangerous and sensitive assignments the Empire has to offer. Whether working undercover or carrying out assignments in broad daylight, the Cipher races along the razor’s edge of disaster, using carefully orchestrated tactics that leave little room for error—the smallest slip-up can be catastrophic. Each successful mission, however, shifts the galactic landscape in the Empire’s favor, and the Agent plays a supremely critical role in securing Imperial domination.

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ROMOS A'NESONDE -> BOUNTY HUNTER Dathomiran Zabrak Male || Powertech

Romos is the father of Kavrix, and sought out bounty hunting as a way to care for his family. When Kavrix was taken and sold into slavery, he devoted himself to his work, hoping one day to find her and be able to bring her home (by any means necessary).

Countless enemies stand in the way of the Sith Empire’s drive for domination. The Empire spares no expense eliminating these threats, offering massive bounties to employ the galaxy’s most lethal hunters. Earning a death mark from the Empire means a life spent in fear, constantly looking over one’s shoulder. It’s never a question if a Bounty Hunter will find you… only when. Both infamous and anonymous at the same time, Bounty Hunters are far more than mercenaries for hire—they’re heirs to a professional legacy—an ancient brotherhood with a glorious history. Tracking elusive targets across multiple star systems requires expertise, especially when the targets can be prominent, powerful, and often prepared for confrontation. Thrill seekers from all walks of life set out to become Bounty Hunters, but only the most hard-boiled survive in this competitive and deadly business. The Bounty Hunter’s path lies along the edge—the stakes are always high—and the path only leads two places, to a life of infamous glory… or to a quick and ignominious death.

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VLADYMIR VAN DAEMOUS -> SITH WARRIOR Human Male || Assassin

An unstoppable force of darkness, the Sith Warrior is entrusted with the task of destroying the Empire’s enemies and enforcing Sith domination across the galaxy. The Warrior channels the destructive emotions of fear, anger, and hatred to purge weakness from body and mind and become a being of pure, brutal efficiency. Destined to eradicate the incompetent chaos created by the Jedi, the Sith seek to rule the galaxy through power and intimidation. The armies of the Sith Empire are trained to accomplish this task, but they require the leadership of bold Sith Warriors—loyal and mighty overlords—who will drive them to conquest and victory. These cold-blooded conquerors waste no time with cunning manipulations and carefully-crafted plans. Sith Warriors crush their opponents and stride toward their goals with dreadful determination, leaving ruin and annihilation in their wake. Emanating awe and terror at every step, they accept nothing but absolute obedience from their followers. In turn, Sith Warriors can serve as loyal subjects to their own dark masters, often surprising enemies and allies with their rigorous honor and perfect discipline. Whether they align their ambitions with those of the Dark Council or become renegades in pursuit of their own goals, they are never far from the action. Their fierce hatred of the Jedi keeps Sith Warriors at the forefront of any conflict with the Republic. The passion to eradicate the Jedi Order fuels many of their actions, but that does not make them single-minded fools. Ultimately, the destiny of any Sith Warrior is his own to choose… and woe to those who would stand in his way.

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#txt #pic #my ocs #my edits #swtor #swtor oc #star wars

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rec-a-fanfic · 4 months ago

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Title: The Jedi, the Sith, and the Shortbread

Author: pomegrenadier, robinyourcreator

Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6819718

Rating Teen, No pairings

4,679 words

Listed as incomplete since 2016 but stands alone fine by itself.

Summary: A retired Jedi Master and the Emperor's Wrath find themselves snowed in together for an evening. The solution? To bake cookies together, of course. Utterly self-indulgent fluff of the highest degree. Adapted from an RP.

Reccer's note: Very sweet (in multiple senses of the word) story with the female Jedi Consular and male Sith Warrior becoming friends.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6819718

#fic rec #dragonladyzarz #star wars clone wars #star wars

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serenofroses · 2 years ago

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Some swtor companions that Seren thinks they should had been romanceable in vanilla base game:

Jedi Knight:

if it wasn't for the Master/Student thing that puts me off, I would had considered Kira for wlw option without forcing the PC to be Kira's teacher (when she already has Bela as her Jedi Master).

Lord Praven. Just replace Scourge with Praven bc he has more potential to the story.

Jedi Consular:

Attros Finn. And should had been a companion instead of Tharan.

Felix Iresso as bi option for female and male consular. People are seriously missing out on him and Felix's a sweetheart.

Smuggler:

Akaavi Spar for wlw option only. Absolute crime to make a butch woman restricted to hetero option 👿. let my lady smuggler climb her like a mountain asdfghjkl.

Republic Trooper:

Elara Dorne as bi option for male and female Troopers. Elara's a sweetheart.

Sith Warrior:

Vette for wlw option. Because I like Vette and she should had been romanceable by both male and female Warrior.

Darth Vowrawn for bi option.

Light Sided Jaesa for many reasons but Master/Student thing still icky to me.

Sith Inquisitor:

Andronikos Revel as bi option for male and female Inquisitors. Enough said.

Bounty Hunter:

I don't romance anyone on Bounty Hunter but I could suggest Mako and Torian as polyamory option for both male and female Bounty Hunter tbh.

Imperial Agent:

Darth Jadus.

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I'm not going to explain about this unless you have followed me and saw my Jadus contents, you can see why.

#seren ramble posts #seren plays swtor

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katethegreyjedi · 1 year ago

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Kate's SWTOR OC List

[Key- name: class, gender/pronouns, species, level | love interest (server). Blue- light side, Red- dark side, White/Black- neutral]

The Sardath Legacy

(left to right, top to bottom)

Dojia Sardath-Shan: Jedi Consular, female (she/they), cathar, level 80* | Theron Shan (SS)

Kel'onor Renth'ath: Sith Warrior, male (he/him), twi'lek, level 55 | Vette (SF)

Kel’rea Renth’ath: Smuggler, female (she/her), twi'lek, level 1 | (in future) Corso Riggs (SF)

Kam’ina Lieno: Bounty Hunter, female, cathar (she/her), level 12 | (in future) Torian Cadera (DM)

Evri’elle Evantros: Trooper, non-binary (they/them), human, level 1 | (in future) Aric Jordan (SF)

Pan'norfoss Fre't'an: Imperial Agent, male (he/they), chiss, level 1 | (in future) Watcher Two (DM)

A'sajj Vin'triss: Sith Inquisitor, female (she/her), rattataki, level 10 | (in future) Koth Vortena (SS)

Lishella Yulan: Jedi Knight, female (she/her), togruta, level 6 | (in future) unsure (SS)

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The Tano Legacy

(left to right, top to bottom)

Sivana Tano-Shan: Trooper, female (she/her), cyborg, level 75* | Theron Shan (SS)

Feista Gredan-Cadera: Bounty Hunter, female (she/her), cyborg, level 54 | Torian Cadera (SS)

Tallati T'ona: Jedi Knight, non-binary (they/she), miraluka, level 51 | (in future) Kira Carsen (SS)

Camaya Trenar-Revel: Sith Inquisitor, female ((she/her), zabrak, level 50 | Andronikos Revel (SS)

Finya Naïlo-Beniko: Smuggler, female (she/her), twi'lek, level 66 | Lana Beniko (SS)

Zojia Trenar-Quinn: Sith Warrior, female (she/her), sith pureblood, level 51 | Malavai Quinn (SS)

Kulanthi Laxana: Jedi Consular, female (she/they), mirialan, level 1 |(in future) Zenith (SS)

Zen’miana Elis'har-Hyllus: Imperial Agent, female (she/her), chiss, level 69 | Vector Hyllus (deleted)

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The Onri Legacy

(left to right, top to bottom)

Elshi'dar'ee Onri-Shan: Imperial Agent, female (she/her), chiss, level 73* | Theron Shan (SS)

Fee’ranula Laxana: Jedi Knight, female (she/her), mirialan, level 56* | Theron Shan (SS)**

Findrali Naïlo: Smuggler, male (he/him), cyborg level 50 | Risha Drayen (SS)

Ko'era Hir-Quinn: Sith Warrior, female (she/her), human, level 37 | (in future) Malavai Quinn (SS)

Astrinella: Sith Inquisitor, female (she/her), twi’lek, level 41 | Andronikos Revel (SS)

Rirjana Janae-Iresso: Jedi Consular, female (she/they), nautolan, level 51 | Felix Iresso (SS)

Zodeta Talen-Jorgan: Trooper, female (she/her), cathar, level 57 | Aric Jorgan (SS)

Fen'treoxess Onri: Bounty Hunter, female (she/her), chiss, level 30 | (in future) Torian Cadera (SS)

**(While Fee and Elshi are in the same legacy, Fee’s romance with Theron occurs outside of the legacy’s story, she has her own timeline, in a sense)

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The Vendethl Legacy

(left to right, top to bottom)

Andesten Vendethl: Trooper, male (he/him), human, level 60* | Elara Dorne (SF)

Ily'a Sarden: Smuggler, female (she/her), cathar level 53 | Darmas Pollaren (SF)

Fen’xandr’no Onri: Bounty Hunter, male (he/him), chiss, level 1 | (in future) Mako (SF)

Ak'rilon Trenar: Sith Warrior, male (he/him), sith pureblood, level 1 | (in future) Jaesa (SF)

Aika'e Trenar: Sith Warrior, female (she/her), sith pureblood, level 1 | (in future) unsure (SF)

Nezrenn: Sith Inquisitor, male (he/him), zabrak, level 3 | (in future) Ashara Zavros (SF)

Ha'ruowiss Elis'har: Imperial Agent, male (he/him), chiss, level 1 | (in future) Raina Temple (SF)

Senrionell Laxana: Jedi Knight, male (he/him), mirialan, level 1 | (in future) Kira Carsen (SF)

Therevor T'ona: Jedi Consular, male (he/they), miraluka, level 1 | (in future) Nadia Grell (SF)

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The War’aven Legacy

(left to right, top to bottom)

Archmallent War'aven: Sith Warrior, male (he/him), human, level 68* | Lana Beniko (DM)

Hagley Gredan: Imperial Agent, male (he/him), cyborg, level 26 | (in future) Kaliyo Djannis (DM)

Rysen'ii Gredan: Bounty Hunter, male (he/him), human, level 26 | (in future) Mako (DM)

Seb'reella Unar're: Jedi Consular, female (she/they), chiss, level 8 | (in future) Arcann (DM)

Ben'jamin Sisko: Trooper, male (he/him), human, level 1 | (in future) unsure (DM)

Larrick Alincar: Smuggler, male (he/him), human, level 24 | everyone none (DM)

Jethrunda: Sith Inquisitor, non-binary (they/she), zabrak, level 1 | (in future) unsure (DM)

Qiduli Yulann: Jedi Knight, female (she/her), zabrak, level 1 | (in future) Doc (DM)

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Note.

Since I don't stay subscribed to swtor for too long, I can only have so many characters in each server. That, along with the fact that I made most of these legacies based on how they work story wise rather than server wise, is why there are characters from multiple servers in the legacies (really only for the Sardath Legacy lmao)

These legacy names don't all apply to the actual legacies in each server. In Satele Shan it's the Tano Legacy, Star Forge is the Vendethl Legacy, and Darth Malgus is the Sisko Legacy.

Also, some characters have the same last name, this usually means they are siblings (like Fee and Senrionell, Feista and Rysen'ii, Tallati and Therevor, etc), but it can also mean they are related as child and parent (in the case of Findrali being Finya's son), or cousins (such as Elshi with Fen and Xandr). It could also mean that they are simply relatives in a large family (Hagley with Feista and Rysen'ii). This also means that they might not know each other very well, or at all.

I don't have everything planned out for my characters here since a fair amount of them I just make and then don't play lol. But! I do want to expand on this idea more because I find it interesting to have my ocs interact like this (ie have one character be the alliance commander and the others fit in elsewhere)

I am more than willing to answer any questions anyone has about these little guys and expect more stuff on this in the future!!

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