#meiloorun has an oc

[better-call-mau1]

Oooohhhh, I'd love to hear about The Great Galactic Food War for the WIP ask game!

Thank you for the ask!! 😄 Excellent choice…this should be a fun one. I’ve always loved Sabezra as parents, but trying to figure out what their family should look like (how many kids? number of girls and boys? age range?) for story purposes has always been a struggle for some reason. I usually don’t have a tough time coming up with OC kids for my OTPs (I’m a huge softy when it comes to the Babies Ever After trope lol), so it took me a long while to find a family dynamic chaotic enough for a Sabezra household…

…and as someone who has triplet cousins, I’ve seen their potential for chaos firsthand. Right after the end of this snippet, dinnertime starts to spin out of control, culminating in the Great Galactic Food War between Sabezra and their Loth-Triplets. 😈

(Link to the WIP list for the ask game.)

“Alright sweetie, here comes the freighter! Open wide!”

With a smirk tugging at her lips, Sabine watched her husband wiggle a spoon in front of their daughter’s face, trying to coax her into opening her mouth.

“No!” Ursa squeaked, clamping her lips shut again before her dad could sneak in another bite of meiloorun purée — not that the first one had stayed inside for long. “No m’loowas!” She shook her head as purple goop dripped off her round little chin and onto the Loth-cat-print bib and high chair tray.

“C’mon, kiddo! It’s good! See? Mir’ika loves it!”

Sitting beside Ezra — and across from their baby boy, who’d already gulped down his purée in a matter of minutes — Sabine realized she was about to witness a maneuver of outstanding tactical genius:

The only thing Ursa hated more than nasty fruit paste was seeing her sister get something that was rightfully hers.

“Here comes the starfighter! Zzzzshooom! Pew-pew! Pew-pew!” Ezra flew the spoon around in circles between Ursa and Mira, their big blue eyes watching intently. “Here it comes! Open up!”

The starfighter took a sharp turn away from Ursa and strafed over the kitchen table to Mira’s mouth, open as wide as she could stretch her little face.

“Mmmmmmm! Tasty, huh?”

“Mmmmmm!” Mira hummed in agreement, clamping down on the spoon to slurp up everything she could.

Teeny fists pounding on her tray, Ursa squirmed and bounced, protesting the reappropriation of her dinner. She threw her head from side to side, sending black curls whipping about wildly.

“No! My m’loowas! My m’loowas!”

Sabine had to chew on the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing — not just because Ursa’s tantrum was adorable, but because her namesake had been known to change her mind in sudden, dramatic fashion as well.

As Ezra scooped up more purple goop to pacify their middle child, Sabine noticed their eldest — older than Ursa by five minutes and Mira by twelve — curling his chubby fingers, trying to get her attention.

“M’loowas?”

“You already finished yours, ya little Loth-monkey.” Showing Caleb the empty dish, she watched his face sour into a pout. “All gone! But you can have some more tomorrow, alright?” Sabine booped his little nose, which eased the tension in his fuzzy brow.

[aza-trash-can]

🧿🦴🎟🥝

Aight, let's do this! And Esprit, obviously. I think he's my only Star Wars oc any asks could really apply to anyways

🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as "black cats bring bad luck", belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc.

I think this is a common one for anyone in the medical field, but never, and I mean never, say it's quiet. He will personally chuck whatever is in his hands or nearby at the person who said it or was about to say it, and glare at them from across the medbay. The one and only time he acts like a scary medic.

🦴Have they ever broken a bone or had any sort of major injuries before? If so, what was their ailment?

Early in the war, he was crushed by shifting rubble while he was rescuing a trooper from the debris. He was distracted, couldn't react in time, and down he goes (he did manage to get the trooper out of the way). Broke a few ribs and his leg, lots of bruising and internal bleeding. He'd never needed to be in a bacta tank before, and now he definitely understand why people don't want to go in them. He still insists they do, because as gross as getting out of one feels, it feels a hell of a lot better than being dead.

🎟Say they go to a fair/carnival, what fair treat would they get to eat, and what attraction would they like the most?

Depends on the season/temperature of where he is. If he's somewhere hot, he'll get a snowcone (or two). He'll it it way too fast and get a brainfreeze. He practically system reboots, going completely still for a few seconds before scrunching his face. If it's colder, or somewhere where there's a constant breeze, he'll get funnel cake. Once again, he'll eat it way too fast. He'll burn his toungue and stop being able to properly taste things for the rest of the day.

As for rides, he likes a lot of the calmer ones, specifically ferris wheels. He likes being able to relax (and eat his food, if the ride operator lets him).

🥝Do they have a food allergy or food they hate?

For a food he hates, bugs (if they count as food), and generally anything slimy.

For food allergy, you know how people will have mild intolerances? Like they can eat pineapple, but they're technically allergic? He has that for meilooruns. Which sucks, cause he likes how they taste, but he technically shouldn't be eating them.

[meiloorun-notthefruit]

I don’t know if I’ve made him look better or worse, but please accept my updated trash can fire mouse-duck hybrid son because I love him.

[drawingswatson-holmes]

U Kno what, it’s unfair that I don’t post this lil gal by @meiloorun-notthefruit

[wild-karrde]

Meilooruns (One-Shot)

A/N: Hey all! This one-shot is a spin-off from my fic "The Quarry," so if you don't want that to get spoiled, I'd recommend reading that first. It includes some canon-typical violence and is a bit spicy (I love a good "rivals to lovers" trope) , but I like how it turned out hehe. As always, THANK YOU to the lovely @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this for me! :)

The wind whistled past her orange and black helmet, kicking dust up into her view slot for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Fennec cursed silently under her breath as she reached her fingers inside to rub the grit out of her eyes. The quarry was a creature of habit, and for some reason, hadn’t shown up to his favorite cantina today, and she was growing weary of waiting. Perched on a cliff overlooking the doorway, her limbs were stiff, and she once again wished she’d thought to bring a ration bar with her. This was supposed to be a short day, in and out and back to the client.

She had tracked this bounty for weeks, learning his routine so that she could take him when his defenses were at their lowest. Normally, he was surrounded by bodyguards, but twice a month, the crimelord Reegan Naal frequented his favorite cantina alone, The Greasy Gear in this small town on Ord Mantell. She wasn’t sure if it was sentimentality or just a way to get out of the city, and frankly, she didn’t care. This place had presented a perfect opportunity to grab him with minimal collateral damage. At least, it had until he hadn’t shown up.

A commotion broke loose in the street near the cantina’s entrance. Fennec trained her scope at the source, and felt anger coil in her stomach again. Her quarry was shouting as he was being chased through the streets, blaster bolts whizzing by his head. He crashed into a stack of crates, pulling them down behind them, and his pursuer leapt over them before tackling him to the ground. Her.Fennec cursed under her breath as she slipped her rifle over her shoulder and scrambled down the cliff face. Not this time. She won’t get away with it this time. She raced through the back alleys, drawing her blaster. I swear I’ll kill her.

The alley dumped out in front of the cantina, and she slowed her gait. Her quarry lay in the middle of the street, face down, shouting and swearing, his hands cuffed behind his back, but his captor was nowhere to be found. Where is she? Fennec crouched low, silently creeping forward until she reached the end of the alley. She looked left and right, but the hunter was nowhere in sight. She straightened, and suddenly felt the cold metal of a blaster barrel pressed to the back of her neck.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Fennec dropped down into a crouch, kicking her assailant’s legs out from under her. The woman crashed into the ground, dropping her pistol. Fennec was on her in a flash, straddling her waist and pressing her pistol to the woman’s temple. She felt a pressure at her waist and looked down to see a vibroblade pressed to her ribs. She hadn’t even noted the hunter slip it out of her boot as she fell.

“What are you doing here, Horne?” she hissed angrily.

The woman smiled back up at her. “Same as you, I figure. Especially since I followed you here.” Fennec felt her annoyance grow, and dug the blaster barrel into her rival’s skin, but the woman raised her unoccupied hand, keeping the blade pressed against Fennec’s side. “Whoa now, we don’t have to be rough here, Fen. Although, I do prefer-“

Fennec rolled her eyes and kneed her in the side before withdrawing her pistol and standing up off the woman, who tipped her head back and let loose a deep sigh.

“It’s Versa by the way.”

“I know what your name is,” Fennec snapped, stepping towards the end of the alley. As soon as she saw the empty place where the crimelord had previously been laying, she swore loudly, pounding her fist against the wall.

“It’s alright, we can find him again.” Versa’s voice in her ear made her jump, and she instinctively swung an elbow back, which was caught with ease in the other woman’s hand. Fennec felt her frustration grow, but also, something else that she didn’t like.

She and Versa had bumped into each other before, it was true. They always seemed to be chasing the same big-ticket bounties, and they’d pretty evenly traded victories thus far, which fueled Fennec’s frustration even more. Versa’s smirk as she’d shuffled quarries past her or the cheeky winks she’d give when they spotted one another made Fennec’s fists clench, and even more annoyingly, it made her spine tingle. She hated that her cheeks would burn when Versa would catch her eye and poke her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and the way her legs would weaken when she’d brushed past her.

She felt the warmth at her back as Versa leaned over her shoulder, peering up and down the street. “Tell you what, you help me catch him, and I’ll split the bounty with you. And buy you a drink.”

Fennec scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Why should I agree to split?”

Versa’s tongue poked out of her teeth and Fennec resisted the urge to reach up and rip it out of her mouth. She hated how her gaze lingered on Versa’s lips, the scar on her lower one drawing Fennec’s attention. Her rival’s voice snapped her gaze back up to piercing eyes that found hers underneath her helmet. “Because, technically, I caught him first.”

Fennec’s anger flared again. “I don’t need your help.”

“Sure you do. Because I know where he’s going next.”

Fennec glanced at her. “And I don’t?”

Versa shrugged, stepping in front of her and placing one of her hands on the wall next to Fennec’s head. They stood the same height but something about Versa’s demeanor had always made her seem taller than she was, another thing to annoy Fennec even though her cheeks were burning under her helmet again. “I’m sure after staking him out, you think he’ll go home to hide out there, buuuuut I’ve got his security protocols,” Versa said, pulling a key code data stick from her back pocket. “I know where his safehouses are, the codes to get in, and what kind of security each one has.”

Fennec felt the creeping edge of defeat seeping into her body, but she kept her shoulders squared and her gaze even. She’d been trying to get ahold of that information since she’d set foot on this Maker-forsaken planet, and here was Versa Horne, waving it in her face. She cursed internally, realizing she was beaten, and the only way to salvage any dignity and credits was to concede.

“Fine,” she spat. “We bring him in together, but I get to claim the bounty.”

Versa’s brow finally furrowed, and Fennec bit back a smirk of satisfaction. “Can’t let that happen, Fen. He’s gotta come with me. My boss will have my hide if I don’t deliver. I’ll still give you half my cut.”

The nickname riled Fennec, but she let her retort go. She knew Versa’s boss was one of the most notorious and ruthless bounty hunters in the galaxy, a reputation of violence preceding him everywhere he went. She didn’t doubt what Versa said was true, but she still wasn’t ready to yield just yet.

“That sounds like your problem, doesn’t it?”

“Hey, I’m offering to let you take half of my bounty payment when I’ve got the final piece of the puzzle here. I’d say that’s pretty good-natured of me.”

“So what’s in it for you then? Why do you need me at all?” Fennec asked, raising an eyebrow.

Versa shrugged again casually. “Told you, there’s security at each warehouse, and you know this guy doesn’t skimp when it comes to bodyguards. Could always use some backup. And like I said, I’d like to buy you a drink.” She grinned wickedly, and Fennec resisted the urge to slug her.

“Fine. We work the job together. That’s it.”

Versa feigned mock hurt, pulling back from the wall to clutch at her chest. “You’d turn me down for a drink? You wound me, Shand.”

Fennec shoved past her, nudging her shoulder as she strode back down the alley.

“Where are you going?” Versa called.

“Speeder’s this way. Unless your legs run as fast as your mouth and you’d rather jog alongside. Now get moving.”

“Yes ma’am,” Versa muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

----

They’d been staking out the safehouse for hours, lying on top of a roof that overlooked the only entrance, and Fennec felt as if every single one of her muscles had been tensed the entire time. Versa was laying next to her on her stomach, her binocs pressed to her eyes as she scanned the street again. Fennec was peering through her scope, trying not to look over at the way Versa’s hips curved against the rooftop, one of her knees pushed forward, accentuating the slope of her spine.

“We’ve got movement,” Versa said quietly. Fennec noted the joking tone was gone, her rival all business now. For half a second, she found it attractive before she recomposed herself, focusing back down on the building’s second story windows. Sure enough, she could make out the figure of their quarry, darting along the walkway inside.

“I’ve got him.”

“Wait.” Versa gripped her shoulder, scooting closer to her. “Don’t shoot.”

“Why the kriff not?” Fennec snarled.

“Look at the way the light is reflecting off the windows. It’s blast proof.” Fennec refocused her gaze, taking in the way the moon glinted off the transparisteel. Biting back her pride, she asked a question.

“How can you tell?”

Versa smirked and Fennec wanted to slug her, a desire that increased as Versa slipped her arm around Fennec’s shoulders, pointing at the window. “The waves in it give it away. If it wasn’t blastproof, the surface would be smooth. It’s the material that they put in the matrix to make it impenetrable that gives off that wavy look when light hits it. If you shoot it, we’ll lose the element of surprise, and very likely, the quarry.”

Fennec rolled her eyes, but tucked the knowledge away for future hunts. How the kriff does she know this stuff? Fennec eyed Versa’s face again. She was sure Versa was younger than her, but wasn’t sure by how much. Can’t be that many years. She knows too much. Her youth annoyed her even more. She was cocky, young, but also, she was good. She’d been rising among the ranks of hunters fairly quickly, not making much noise other than in Fennec’s own mind when she would swoop in and snatch a bounty from under her nose.

Versa slipped her arm from Fennec’s shoulders to prop herself back up on her elbows as she peered through the binocs again. “I see the code panel. We should be able to sneak in, but then it’ll be chaos. Got anything fun in those pouches?”

Fennec pulled out a few thermal detonators, a smirk creasing her face. “I’ve got some toys.”

Versa raised an eyebrow. “I like the way you think, Shand. So shock ‘em and sock ‘em?”

“If that means blow them up and then shoot them all, then yes.”

“Good enough.”

The two women climbed down from their perch, quiet as shadows in the night, slinking along the neighboring building until they reached the corner. A loud laugh from a block over made Fennec jump, and Versa turned to look at her. “Probably a prostitute and her latest customer. This area’s got a lot of cantinas and spice dens, so easy pickins’,” Versa said quietly, glancing around the corner. “Kriff, they’ve got a camera above the door. It was hidden under that ledge when we were on the roof, but the damn thing probably covers the whole street. We won’t get close sneaking up to it.” She turned, glancing at Fennec. “I’ve got an idea, lose the helmet. And the big ass gun.”

Fennec stared at her. “No.”

“What, can’t shoot with a pistol?”

“I have my preferences.”

“Yeah, well my preference is to not get shot before we get within ten meters of the door. Now lose the helmet and the gun.”

Fennec grumbled, but finally conceded, stashing her helmet and weapon behind a dumpster. “And what exactly is your brilliant plan?” she muttered.

Versa’s tongue poked out between her teeth, and Fennec immediately regretted the question. “Come here, old buddy.”

Fennec narrowed her eyes, not moving. Versa scoffed, stepping forward and throwing her arm across Fennec’s shoulders. “Come on, just act like I’ve had too much to drink and we’re stumbling home together.”

Fennec glared at her before sighing and shuffling out of the alley, Versa beginning to slouch and drag her feet, causing Fennec to have to slip her hand to grip Versa’s waist. “You’re an idiot,” she muttered.

“And yet, you’re helping me,” Versa slurred, swinging her head around to stare at Fennec, tongue prodding between her teeth again.

“Put that tongue away,” Fennec muttered, “before I cut it out.”

“Before you see what I can do with it? Your loss.”

Fennec huffed at that as they neared the building, Versa leaning harder into her so that she had to steer near the doorway. As they neared the door Versa reached into her pocket, yanking out the data key and reaching out to scan it as they passed by the panel. The door beeped, and they heard the lock inside disengage. Fennec shoved her off, pulling her pistol from her hip as Versa yanked a beat-up DL-44 from her holster. Reaching into her hip pouch, Fennec grabbed the explosives, glancing at Versa, who nodded.

“You go high, I’ll go low,” Versa said, and Fennec was about to argue before she realized she’d prefer taking up high.

“Fine.”

Opening the door, she thumbed on the activation switch on the explosives and tossed them inside before holding the door mostly closed again, shielding them from the blast. The building shuddered as both explosives went off, and smoke started pouring out of the cracked door as shouts began echoing inside.

“After you,” Versa motioned, bowing dramatically as she pushed the door open. Fennec ignored her, stepping inside. Quickly, she scanned the walkway that traced along the upper part of the building, picking off one or two forms moving through the smoke with weapons. Versa was firing wildly into the smoke ahead of them, ducking away from the returning blaster fire.

“Careful,” Fennec hissed. “Don’t hit the quarry.”

“We get paid either way,” Versa shrugged. “Plus, he doesn’t strike me as the type to go out guns blazing. I’ll bet credits he’s holed up in a back room somewhere.” She shoved Fennec in the back as a blaster bolt winged in between them, narrowly missing Fennec’s shoulder. Fennec went to snarl at Versa, but the other hunter had already moved forward, charging towards the bodyguard closest to her. Fennec watched in awe as Versa tackled him, the vibroblade slipping from her boot almost as smooth as a reflex before embedding itself in between the much larger man’s ribs without him even having time to react. Whirling, Versa yanked the blade from the man’s side and flung it at the next closest guard. The knife lodged in his throat, and he collapsed with a sickening gurgle. Fennec finished clearing the upper walkway before turning to aim down the hall, but Versa had already cleared it, stooping to pull the vibroblade from the guard’s throat, wiping it on her trousers and shoving it back in her boot.

“All good?” she asked, and Fennec couldn’t muster a retort, just nodding.

“Great. Let’s move.” Versa stalked down the hall, blaster level as she checked the corners before leading Fennec towards the back office. She jiggled the door before swearing slightly. “Locked.”

“Your codes don’t work?”

“Only on the exterior doors. This one’s different,” Versa muttered.

Rolling her eyes, Fennec dug in her pouch for a smaller explosive. Slapping it on the door, she gripped Versa’s arm yanking her out of the way as the lock exploded in a burst of metal shrapnel and the door swung open, revealing their quarry cowering in the corner behind a desk.

“I HAVE MONEY! PLEASE!”

“You hear that, Fen? He’s got money. Guess that changes everything.” The man’s eye widened hopefully for a second before Versa rolled her eyes. “I’m being sarcastic, asshole. Now get up. Chop, chop.”

The man grumbled as he stood, and when Versa stepped behind him to cuff him, he tried to swing an elbow back at her. Before Fennec could blink, Versa caught his arm and wrenched it violently, slamming him facedown on the desk with her elbow digging into his spine. “If I didn’t have to haul you back to my speeder, I’d shoot you for that, Reegan. I don’t particularly care if you live or die, but I’m not a fan of dragging bodies around. I will, however, make an exception if you try that shit again, understood?”

He whimpered underneath her, and she dug her elbow in. “What was that?”

“FINE. I’LL COME QUIETLY!”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” She hauled him to his feet, shoving him towards the door. “Lead the way, Fen.”

The three of them made their way back through the streets, Fennec grabbing her gear before they got to the speeder they’d shared. The quarry grinned as he took in the single seat that Fennec and Versa had barely fit on together. “Looks like someone’s walking.”

Versa ignored him. “Fen, how much weight is this thing rated for?”

“A few hundred kilos.”

Versa eyed the crimelord up and down before nodding. “Good.” Whipping out her pistol, she stunned him, and he slumped over the back of the speeder where the cargo was normally stored.

“You got any cables to tie him down with?”

Fennec swore loudly.

---

Several hours later, Fennec sat at the bar, swirling the last remnants of the ale in her glass. It had taken them a while to get back to the capital city on Ord Mantell, weaving their way through backroads and city streets. Versa had taken the quarry as agreed, promising Fennec she’d be back with payment. Fennec had been so tired of it all at that point, that she’d agreed, even at the risk of Versa just running off with the bounty and all of the payment. I’ve got enough to float me for a bit. Losing one won’t kill me. Might even be worth it to not have to hear her voice anymore.

She knew she was fooling herself. She’d hated how much her cheeks had warmed watching Versa take down those guards so easily. She’s got to have some sort of military training. You don’t learn to do that just anywhere. It had been so fluid and quite frankly attractive. Thinking back to the way Versa had turned and looked at her as she yanked the knife out of the man’s throat had sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes had practically glowed, a little wild, and very much electrifying. Fennec hated it more as she tipped her head back, emptying the glass.

As Fennec went to nudge some credits towards the bartender, a hand clapped over them, slipping them back towards her. Her eyes snapped up to find Versa’s as she slid into the seat next to her. “Told you, I’m buying you a drink.” She dropped a bag on the table, pulling a few credits and pushing them towards the bartender. “I’ve got my friend’s tab here. Also, you got any drinks with meiloorun in them?”

“I’ve got a martini.”

“That’ll do.”

Fennec watched her for a moment before leaning forward with a smirk. “If she’s buying, I’ll take that bottle of spotchka on the top shelf.” She sat back, waiting for Versa to balk, but instead, Versa took another handful of credits out of the bag, tossing them to the bartender.

“You heard the lady.”

The bartender shook his head before placing the bottle in front of Fennec and placing a second glass in front of Versa. “You feel like sharing?” Versa asked, scooting the glass towards Fennec. Raising an eyebrow, Fennec pulled the stopper from the glass bottle and put the nozzle to her lips, maintaining eye contact with Versa as she took a few mouthfuls. Karking hells, that’s smooth, she thought, trying to keep her composure. I could definitely get used to drinking this. Versa just watched her with her signature half grin.

“Fair enough.”

The bartender slid Versa’s drink in front of her, garnished with a delicate looking paper flower on a toothpick. Versa nodded her thanks before lifting the drink to her lips and sipping. Fennec had to stifle a chuckle at the image of the bounty hunter Versa Horne, the blood of the guards still on her trousers, hair wild with a blaster burn across her cheek, sipping a delicate, sweet martini. Versa caught her watching, cocking her eyebrow.

“What?”

“Just didn’t take you for a martini person is all.”

“I’m not normally. Just love meilooruns. They’re hard to find, so if there’s a dish or a cocktail with them in it, I can’t pass it up.” She grinned. “A bit of a weakness for me.”

Fennec could feel the liquor warming her insides as she took another draw from the bottle. “Is that all? A fruit can easily topple the infamous Versa Horne?”

Versa chuckled, and the way the soft light of the bar caught her eyes sent another shiver through Fennec as she leaned closer, almost conspiratorially. “That and competent, beautiful women that wear a lot of black and orange.”

Fennec sat back, rolling her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“Oh, I beg to differ. And I think you’d like to suffer a bit more of me, if I’m honest.”

“Keep buying me top-shelf liquor, and perhaps I’ll consider it.”

“Alright, but that might eat into your share of the bounty payout if you keep that up,” Versa teased, removing a second bag from her belt and tossing it towards Fennec. “There’s your half.”

Fennec looked at the bag and realized she’d completely forgotten about it. Looking up, she knew Versa had realized it too, her tongue poking between her teeth again as she leaned back in her chair, downing the rest of her drink.

“You dance, Fen?”

“I hate when you call me that.”

“Sure you do. Not what I asked.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, first time for everything then.” Versa stood, extending her hand. “Come on. I helped you catch Reegan, split the bounty, and bought you all the nice spotchka you can drink. Just one dance.”

Fennec rolled her eyes, but slid her gloved hand into Versa’s. She was immediately struck by how warm her palm felt, even through Fennec’s gloves.

“Watch that for us, buddy, and there’ll be a good tip when we get back,” Versa called to the bartender as they left their bags of credits and spotchka bottle on the counter. He gave her a nod, and that was enough to satisfy her apparently. Versa pulled Fennec through the crowd at the rear of the bar, closer and closer to the pounding bass beat that had steadily grown louder throughout the evening, finally stopping somewhere in the middle. As the music thumped, Versa let her arms drift down to rest her hands on Fennec’s hips. “This alright?” she whispered into Fennec’s ear, and goosebumps broke out across her arms at the feeling of Versa’s breath on her neck.

“Yeah,” Fennec croaked, letting her arms slide across Versa’s shoulders. Versa smirked, but said nothing, and Fennec couldn’t decide if she wanted to punch her or push her back against the wall behind her. That’s a very different thought. Am I drunk? She surveyed her senses. No. Definitely not. Someone jostled Fennec from behind, shoving her into Versa, and Versa shouted at the receding figure. “Oi! Watch it!” The only thing Fennec noticed was how Versa’s fingers dug protectively into her sides, pulling her closer and away from the crowd as she glared at the perpetrator. “You alright?” she asked, and Fennec nodded, not trusting her voice.

They danced together, moving in time with the tempo. At some point, Fennec turned her back to Versa, allowing her hand to drift over the other woman’s neck and pulling her head down to rest against her throat. Versa’s fingers dug into her hips as they swayed together, and she liked the feeling of putting her rival back on her heels, if only for a moment. Versa went no further though, and it took Fennec a moment to realize that Versa was waiting for her to take the next step, not daring to go further until Fennec gave her some idea of where she stood. That control and unspoken question broke Fennec’s last bit of resolve. She needed this, and quite frankly, wanted it.

Turning to face Versa once more, she let her lips graze over Versa’s lightly, and she felt her inhale sharply, her grip tightening on her waist, but not moving an inch. Fennec leaned in to whisper directly into her ear.

“You got a place you’re staying?”

“I’ve got a room upstairs.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then maybe we grab my very expensive spotchka bottle and take this upstairs.”

Versa pulled back, examining her. “You’re not drunk, right?”

Something in Fennec softened a bit at the question, but she shook her head. “Not yet. Wouldn’t mind getting that way with you though. Maybe I’ll share more than just the spotchka.”

Versa grinned. “You in a sharing mood, Shand?”

“Perhaps.”

The two women wove their way back through the crowd, their pace a little more hurried this time as Versa grabbed the bags of credits while Fennec snatched the spotchka bottle and glasses, following Versa up the stairs.

Fennec allowed Versa to get inside and set the bags of credits down before she pushed her against the wall, pressing her lips to hers and gently running her tongue over Versa’s lower lip. Versa shuddered, reaching up to grip the back of Fennec’s neck, the other sliding to her hip to pull her closer. Fennec moved to Versa’s neck, nipping at the skin there and drawing a groan from her lips.

“Dank Ferrick,” Versa sighed. “You’re gonna leave marks I’m going to have to explain.”

“I doubt you’ll have an issue with that,” Fennec growled, sucking another bruise near Versa’s collar bone, pulling her shirt to the side to expose more of her shoulder. She caught sight of a delicate copper chain with a pendant in the shape of an ashsap tree dangling from Versa’s throat and carefully pushed it aside before nipping at the spot where Versa’s neck connected to her shoulder, drawing another groan from her.

“I thought you hated me,” Versa gasped as Fennec worked her shirt more open.

“And yet, you flirted with me relentlessly.”

Versa grinned, her fingers finally finding the zipper on Fennec’s jacket. “What can I say, I enjoy the chase.”

“That why you became a hunter?”

“Something like that.”

Versa walked her backwards towards the bed, sliding her clothes from her shoulders, but just before she could press her back onto the mattress, Fennec whipped her around, tripping her and sending her onto her back. Versa let loose a whoop of surprise that made Fennec’s blood surge as she straddled Versa’s waist, working at the buckle on her pants.

“Now Horne, I think you promised to do some things with that tongue.”

Versa let her hands rest on Fennec’s thighs, staring up at her hungrily. “With pleasure.”

---

It was late morning, much later than Fennec would have preferred before moving on, but after the hunt and subsequent night she’d just had, she figured she deserved it. What she hadn’t anticipated, however, was sitting between Versa’s legs, resting her back against her bare chest as Versa worked her hands through her hair.

“I always thought these braids were beautiful on you, but Maker alive, they’ve got to be a pain in the ass to maintain.”

Fennec shrugged as she felt another tie in her hair loosen. “You get good at it after a while.”

“Will you teach me to braid your hair like this sometime?” Versa asked quietly as she gently tugged the thread around one of Fennec’s braids loose.

“You think we’ll be doing this again?” Fennec asked.

“Only if you want to. You seemed to be having fun last night,” Versa commented with the slightest hint of teasing.

Fennec rolled her eyes. “You weren’t exactly suffering either.”

“Never said I was. Quite the opposite actually.”

Fennec sat in silence for a few moments. “That pendant you wear. It’s pretty. Where’d you get it?”

She felt Versa’s hands pause for a moment, and she worried that she’d overstepped somehow. “A childhood friend made it for me when I was with the Defense Corps,” Versa said quietly.

“Defense Corps? You’re Mandalorian?”

“Nah. Wasn’t right for me. Was picked up as a foundling and left before swearing the Creed.”

“And your friend?”

“He stayed. Probably still hates me for leaving.”

“Sounds like he didn’t spend enough time with you,” Fennec snarked.

“Yeah something like that.”

They sat in silence for a few more moments as Versa worked her way patiently through Fennec’s hair. She was waiting for a tug or a pull, but Versa was gentle, careful when she hit a tangle and gentle around the sore spots. Normally, this was something Fennec would do alone in the cockpit of her ship while waiting for the next comm ping to come in on a lead for a quarry, but there was something infinitely better about doing it naked in bed with Versa. Fennec let loose another sigh as Versa’s fingers worked their way across her head, rubbing the soreness away as she carefully unwove the thread from her hair and undid her braids. Nimble fingers unwound tension, dancing across her scalp and rubbing the tender places as inch by inch, her braids were taken down.

“Almost there,” Versa whispered against the shell of her ear, and Fennec fought the shiver that ran down her spine. She felt Versa’s lips twist into a smile, and she rolled her eyes. Cocky asshole. She felt the last tight place on her head loosen, and try as she might, she couldn’t stifle the groan that fell from her lips when Versa rubbed the especially sore spot just behind her ear, allowing her head to drift back against her rival’s bare shoulder.

“Karking hells, Fen, I don’t think I got you to make a noise like that last night.”

That’s a kriffing lie, Fennec thought, but she wasn’t about to stoke Versa’s ego further. “Sounds like your problem,” she muttered, settling back against Versa’s chest.

“Is that a challenge?” Versa’s voice was teasing but low, her hands already drifting down Fennec’s arms towards her bare hips, and Fennec dug her teeth into her lip as heat rushed through her body, goosebumps rippling across her skin.

“I thought you liked a challenge, Horne,” she said with a voice far breathier than she would have preferred, but at this point, she was starting to care less.

Lightning quick, Versa flipped her onto her back, hovering over her as she kissed her, digging her teeth into Fennec’s lip and gently tugging. Her fingers found the place that made Fennec’s legs quiver just as Versa released her lips.

“Oh, I do.”

---

Versa sat up and rubbed her eyelids as the afternoon sunlight trickled in through the curtains of the room.

Kriff. I overslept. By a good margin.

Reaching over, she felt the empty place in the bed next to her, long gone cold. She sighed.

Should have guessed.

A second later, her fingers grazed something unfamiliar, and her eyes snapped open as she rolled to see what was in her bed.

Two meilooruns sat in the sheets where Fennec’s body had been nestled a few hours before. Versa grinned as she reached over, pulling at the piece of flimsy tucked between them.

Not as hard to find as you’d think. See you around, Horne. – Fen

A/N: Versa Horne is my OC, first introduced in "The Quarry," so if you'd like to learn more about her, I'd check that fic out! :)

[meiloorun-notthefruit]

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send help this was a warm up sketch that turned into me drawing an oc i made when i was 15

[image description: clone trooper oc Altair. she is depicted with long, curly pink colored hair in a braid, tan skin, with a black sagittarius symbol tattooed under her left eye, and a gold star tattoo on her chin. they are depicted in fullbody white arc trooper armor decorated with 501st blue and an orange similar to ahsoka tano’s skin tone. patterns of note on her amor are on the chest piece: a zodiac wheel & ahsokas forehead markings. as well as her left vambrance which features the sagittarius symbol. and then her helmet which has all of ahsokas facial markings painted on it.

on the right is a bust drawing of them, without a top on. they look the same except her hair is down; long and curly. this shows off more of altair’s tattoos. on her left forearm it says “oya shereshoy” in mando’a script. on her left bicep she has tattoos of: a blue eye, a cartoonish loth cat, a tooth, the name “Andromeda” in aurebesh, a bright red heart with two green light sabers piercing it, the fett symbol, a full colored meiloorun fruit with decorative sparkles, a simplified human skull, a star with a trail surrounded by smaller stars, and a blue twi’lekk woman pin up. on her back is a crescent moon with a face, and several zodiac symbols for her squad; virgo, leo, aries, & cancer.]

[blueburds-but-swtor]

1 and 3 for each category for whoever is on your mind

Seven Deadly Sins OC Asks

I’ll go with Fen! Haven’t talked about him in a lil while.

Lust

1. What is your oc's sexual/romantic orientation?

He’s asexual/demiromantic. 

3. Would you say your oc is bashful about intimate conversations, or are they the blunt one that makes everyone else uncomfortable?

Pretty bashful. The subject matter doesn’t ever come up unless it’s between him and his partner, Zenith.

Pride

1.Is your oc a leader? Who do they lead?

He’s a reluctant leader of his own crew. While they all recognize their talents and unique skill sets are crucial to making up the team, Fen has always been their unspoken leader. They’re all on board because of him, more or less, and he’s earned all of their respect.

3.How well or not well does your oc take constructive criticism?

Well, though he could probably take it better. His original Jedi Master, before Yuon Parr, planted some insecurities within Fen that occasionally surface from time to time. He recognizes that issue and tries to reason with himself when he catches himself growing defensive of criticism.

Wrath

1. Does your character anger easily? Why or why not?

No; his Jedi training helps him to keep a level head, but he’s not quick to anger anyway.

3. Is your oc easy to disappoint? How so?

No; as Fen’s learned life is, more often than not, disappointing. He’s lived a pretty unlucky, unfortunate life. His cynicism can often be a turn-off from others but it has helped him cope with the rough circumstances life always throws at him.

Greed

1. Has your oc ever lived above their means?

No; Fen has always handled his money well. He never really had any until he joined the Jedi Order. He worries about getting carried away and spending too much.

3. Do they have or want a lot of money? Why?

Money hasn’t ever been a driving force for him. He wants what is required for necessities and a little extra to save for new clothes or ship upgrades. 

Gluttony

1. Is your oc a good cook?

He’s just all right! He’s got the basics down, and Yuon Par actually taught him a few recipes made from ingredients native to Tython.

3. What is your oc's favorite food?

Fen loves meiloorun and meiloorun-related desserts. He likes other pastries that incorporate fruits, too.

Envy

1. Is your oc the jealous type? Why?

As mentioned in one of the Pride questions, Fen has some deeply rooted insecurities that just sort of block any rational thinking. His master before Yuon wasn’t the rewarding type, and often competed his Padawans against one another. It left Fen with a need to constantly prove himself to others. So yes, that quality can often turn into jealousy.

3. Is your oc very petty? How so?

Sometimes, but not always. He’s definitely been petty with Zenith since he is very stubborn, and will be petty to try to force him into seeing another perspective.

Sloth

1. Does your oc take a lot of days off?

Whenever he can afford to. Life as the Barsen’thor knew little rest. After long, tiring excursions, he would send out a note to the Council that he was, in fact, going to be taking some time off. It wasn’t a request as much as it was a statement of “Do not contact me, I am rewarding myself and my crew with some much deserved rest.”

3. How does your oc relax? Describe it.

Meditation and light training are a given. Fen also enjoys shopping with Nadia and Zenith. Coruscant is almost always their go-to place. They try to steer clear of Hutt-controlled worlds if they can help it.

[kaasknot]

Commander Fox Week Day 4: Undercover Mission

Teen and Up

Gen

Fox, OCs, Coruscant’s underbelly

@loving-fox-hours

***

The air was different this far down. Near the top of Coruscant’s spires, it smelled like ozone; partly from the closeness of the planetary ozone layer, but also the number of shields and repulsors shedding ions into the air. Down here, well below the levels even the CSF patrolled, it smelled… almost organic. It reminded Fox of the stink of the sea breaks on Kamino, where bilge water collected and stubborn sea life grew, in defiance of airlessness, darkness, and Kaminoan order.

There was no sunlight down this far. Not even the faintest, twilit wax and wane of the midlevels. There was only night, held back by glowing algae and flickering neon. Fox pulled his hood closer around his face as he walked. Even in civvies he knew he stood out: his clothes were too new, too clean, too... neutral.

Everyone he passed had decorated their clothes with patches and ribbons, with interesting textures and glowing inks. Fox was drab in comparison. He stood out.

That was what he was thinking when the hand clamped around his face. It jerked him sideways into the dark maw of a doorway, dragging him off his feet; he struggled, but he wasn’t in his element. He was in civvies, not armor; he didn’t have helmet spots, just a flashlight that he dropped in the scuffle. A blow to the head disoriented him, and the unrelenting darkness did the rest.

When he came to, he was tied up in a small, moss-covered room, and there was an algae lantern set to full gleam before him. On the other side sat the deserter he’d been looking for.

“CT-8223,” Fox growled, even though speaking made his head ache.

“My name is Spar.”

“Deserters don’t get names.”

The deserter snorted. “Do you genuinely believe that, or are you just blowing smoke because you’re tied up and at my mercy?”

Fox’s mouth twisted, but… he wasn’t wrong. “Spar, then. Why have you deserted your post?”

“Did my post miss me, or something?”

“It’s your duty to protect the Republic!”

Spar gave an unimpressed look. “Hungry, Commander?”

Fox blinked, sidetracked. “What?”

“Are you hungry? I don’t have much, but there’s nerf jerky, and the condenser mushrooms are actually really good, almost like meiloorun if you don’t mind the aftertaste.”

“...No, thank you. I’m not hungry.”

Spar shrugged. “I left because the Republic didn’t need me.”

“Of course it needs you.”

“No it doesn’t. Has my disappearance caused any quantifiable change in my unit’s efficiency? Be honest, Commander.”

Fox pressed his lips together. There had been multiple reports of fighting and sedition in the 14th Ordinance Battalion, most of them centered on Spar, a malcontented soldier who tested blasters for quality control. If anything, his disappearance had improved efficiency.

“Irrelevant,” Fox finally replied. “Oath to the Republic aside, you have yet to pay off the indenture of your creation and training. You owe the Republic.”

Spar sat back, scratching at his neatly-trimmed beard. “You know what I did most in the 14th Battalion, Commander Fox?”

“You tested blasters.”

“No, I wasted ammunition. Tibanna has an expiration date, you see. It’s only good for about, eh, three years before it starts to degrade. All those blaster cartridges? You don’t use them, eventually they stop firing.” Spar reached over to a low table, pushing aside a creeping vine to grab a small tin of moon-pale caps. “You sure you don’t want any mushrooms?”

“Yes.”

“Your loss.” Spar popped a few in his mouth and chewed contemplatively. “Can’t just throw the cartridges out, because spent tibanna is still useful. You can use it as fuel, use it to power generators if you don’t care if they last too long, shit, you can even rig it up into a crappy, low-juice IED.” He eyed Fox. “You see where I’m going with this.”

“You destroyed tibanna cartridges to keep them from getting into the wrong hands.”

“Bingo. Once a quarter I’d go into orbit and torch off a ninety megaton explosion of almost-spent tibanna. Fun as hell. Colossal fucking waste.” He set the mushrooms back on the table and rested back against the mossy wall. “If it wasn’t tibanna canisters, it was destroying blasters. Can’t risk civilians, or worse, Seppies, getting their hands on good Army blasters. Terrible optics.”

Fox had known all of this theoretically. It was strange to hear it made concrete. “Nevertheless,” he said. “My mandate requires I bring you in on charges of desertion.”

“Fox.” Spar sighed, leaning forward on his knees. “They don’t care about us. They waste us like they waste tibanna and blasters. I don’t care if you—”

A door Fox hadn’t noticed in all the moss cracked open. “Older brother,” a small voice said. “Tama’s upset.”

“Alright, thank you. Can you bring her here?”

The door cracked open more, and a human child shuffled in, maybe six years clone standard, as pasty white as a senator’s public-facing expense account. He cast a nervous glance toward Fox, but carried a small, equally washed-out nautolan infant toward Spar.

“That’s it,” Spar said, reaching out to take her. “I’m here, Tama. What’s wrong, little sister?”

She whimpered against his chest, clutching at his shirt.

“Checked her diaper and to see if she was hungry?” Spar asked the boy, who nodded.

“It wasn’t either. She was coughing earlier, though.”

“Could be the downdraft we’ve been having lately. Might be bothering her lungs.” Spar stroked over her head tresses. “It’ll be alright, little sister. Give it some time, and it’ll be damp again.”

The boy was watching Fox in fascination. Fox couldn’t help stare back. He had tightly curled hair and a wide nose, like the native humans of Haruun Kal, but his skin almost looked bleached.

“Older brother, he looks like you,” the boy said.

Spar glanced up. “Yeah. That’s ‘cause he’s my older brother.”

The boy looked back to Fox, his pale eyes round with wonder. “Really?”

“Yeah. He’s a bit of an asshole, though. He wants to take me back to the surface.”

The boy’s expression closed off. “Are you going?”

“Guess that depends on Fox, here.” Spar’s eyes were piercing. “You go back and try to get some more sleep, little brother. If anything happens, I’ll make sure you and your siblings are taken care of. You have my promise.”

The boy walked out on stiff legs, not looking at Fox on the way out. 

“There’s a lot of orphans,” Spar said after a moment. “Some from the war, some because their parents were understory game hunters and got killed, some because of the damplung epidemic after water rationing hit.” He shrugged, rocking the baby in his arms. “The folks down here, they’re glad I’m willing to look after them. They’re good neighbors.” He looked up at Fox. “It’s lightyears better than melting down perfectly good blasters just because the government deliberately over-ordered.”

Fox stared town at his knees. It wouldn’t be hard to say his mission was a failure. The lowest levels of Coruscant were beyond labyrinthine; Fox could lose an entire regiment in the sewers and never see them again. And… Spar had been a morale issue.

When it came down to it, the choice was simple, really. A small loss for a greater gain.

Fox looked Spar in the eye. “If you could release me, I have to make a report on the presumed death of CT-8223.”

Spar’s smile came slow and warm. “Thank you, older brother.”

[meiloorun-notthefruit]

I made a new son, plz love him. His name is Timothy Oswald Mouse and he’s in the Lights On Verse for my delpad-under-bad-circumstances/ducktales AU. He’s Corrie’s best friend and partner in crime.

He’s also present in Toon Life Ain’t That Great AU, being the son of the mouse himself. To the surprise of many, his ma isn’t Minnie — he doesn’t have a mom — the animators literally only created him for Mickey’s Christmas Carol and that’s it in this AU it’s not Mordie playing him. As a result, Tim isn’t very well known. Unrecognized toons become bitter and disenfranchised as the years go by and Tim’s no exception; after all, many expect to live up to his father’s *forced* legacy. //Mick may not even want Tim to follow his footsteps, maybe he wants his kid to have the opportunity to do whatever he can, everything Mickey wasn’t allowed to do because he was the Studio’s cash cow and rising star and it’s all he’ll ever know. Maybe he want him to escape the cycle of show biz.//

Tim’s middle name is obviously a reference to his uncle Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, his father’s brother. And fuck I messed up which foot is the messed up one. Frickbdbdbdbsb

@jswatson-holmes the mystery monkey is solved ^^

EDIT: 6/12/19– this is the old design hdjdjdjdjdh

[erinsusername]

Turn

Pairing ~ Agent Kallus, OC

Rating ~ PG-13

Word Count ~ 4850

Summary ~ Lt. Kalivoda meets Agent Kallus for the first time and keeps doing it whether she wants to or not.

AO3 link ~ https://archiveofourown.org/works/30074598/chapters/74069184

Invisible.

Lt. Roan Kalivoda was completely invisible to everyone around her and she preferred it that way. In the eleven years that she had worked as a droid technician for the Empire she had made no friends. She did have a careless and desperate attempt to fill a painful void with another tech that never evolved past anything physical at the beginning of her career, but after that, she made a point to keep to herself, do her job, and repeat without incident. It was exactly how she intended to get by when she joined the Empire back in her early twenties and it had worked well in her favor since. She kept her head down and did what they expected and she got what she needed in return.

She liked her assignment on Lothal. It had been a quiet planet, unresisting in its slow destruction by the Empire’s ravaging of its natural resources; that was until a small group of rebels began creating chaos a few years ago. The Imperial response had been borderline comical in its ineptitude when dealing with them, and the determined yet painfully pretentious ISB agent that was sent to capture them had been completely unsuccessful in almost every attempt. Even Vader himself had failed to turn Lothal’s residents against them. These people were good.

What fresh hell will today bring, Roan thought as she sighed heavily and looked deep into the reflection staring back at her in a small mirror hanging in her quarters. She hadn’t slept much the night before, or the night before that. In fact, she hadn’t slept well since she was twelve if she wanted to get technical with herself.

Stop. She blinked hard a few times and quickly pulled her dark hair into its regulation bun before haphazardly placing her uniform cap just above it. The woman took one quick, last look before she exited out into the bright hallway and slowly made her way to the lift at the far end of it.

She was busy fumbling with her uncooperative headpiece in the doors' reflection when they suddenly opened and the ISB agent, Kallus, appeared directly in front of her, his feet slightly apart and hands clasped firmly behind his back. He stared down his broad nose at her with a slightly raised eyebrow before she thought to bring her arms down to her sides and step onto the lift with him.

Roan had never actually seen the man in person but had heard that he carried himself as if he were the Emperor, and judging by what stood before her, it appeared the rumor was true. He was very tall, stood with a naturally intimidating stance, and his stoic, unreadable expression, along with his piercing hazel brown eyes, exuded abject confidence that she could literally feel pressing hard all around her from the moment she stepped onto the lift.

When she boarded he did not step back to allow her a comfortable space to stand forcing her to situate herself with her face just a few inches from the closed doors and himself close enough behind her that she could feel his body heat almost instantly. Or maybe it was her own that was rising rapidly, she wasn’t sure.

She immediately felt his gaze over the top of her head and straightened her posture as she quickly pushed the button to the level that would take her to the commissary. It felt to her like the lift was barely moving, which allowed more than enough time for his mere presence to completely encompass the now heavy air surrounding them and cause a subtle stir deep inside of her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long, long while. She closed her eyes, took in a slow, deep breath, and let out a long, quiet exhale before there was finally a small beep that indicated they had reached the level that the Agent had previously chosen. However, much to her dismay, when the doors opened he didn’t move to exit.

Roan said nothing as the doors closed and they restarted the merciless creep further down into the domed military base. The only sounds she heard were the hard, intense wooshing of blood in her ears broken only by the occasional sound of the leather of his gloves being stretched and relaxed by the slow movements of the long fingers of his hands.

The man was close enough to her that not only did the subtle fragrance of the fancy non-issue soap that he had obviously just washed his body with surround and linger in her nose, but she could feel each rise and fall of his broad chest with every slow, steady breath that he took and she knew that if she moved so much as a millimeter the two would incidentally touch. The mere thought of it made her face flush hot.

Stop it! You’re being ridiculous. You know better, she scolded herself.

She was so focused on his proximity, and her fear that the low hum of the elevator wasn’t loud enough to mask the sound of the pounding of her heart in her chest that when the lift reached her destination she didn’t initially realize it.

“Isn’t this your stop?” a smooth, low voice in a thick core accent came from just above her right ear, the heat of his breath caused every single hair on her body to stand erect.

“Huh? Oh, yes,” she stammered as she clamored her way out of the closing doors and toward the commissary.

Fuck, that was intense, she thought as she practically ran around a corner that led her into the open area where the base’s meals were served. Having shaken off a few of the nerves from her encounter, she turned toward a large cooler in a corner. Her call time was later than most so on most days picking was slim, but today she was in luck. Sitting alone on the back of a middle shelf was a rare container of sliced meilooruns.

 Ha, no protein bar today she thought happily as she quickly made her way across the room and grabbed the cup before anyone else had the chance.

“Why thank you!” a familiar voice mocked her as she turned, and the cup was snatched from her hand by an arrogant Ensign that was almost half her age and the bane of the entire base’s existence.

“I’m not in the mood,” she growled as she reached to take it back only to have the boy pull it above his head and tick a finger back and forth in her face causing the two other boys he was with to roar with laughter.

“Finders keepers,” he laughed as he turned on his heel to walk away.

The woman let out a long exacerbated sigh. “You’ll need the fork,” she resigned and held up the utensil in front of her.

“What a gal!” the Ensign howled back to his friends as he reached out to take it from her. But as he did, she quickly extended her arm as far out to her side as she could and when he looked she reached over with her other hand and slapped the top of the cup he was holding so hard that the lid popped off and the fruit pieces scattered across the floor.

“You stupid bitch!” he screamed loud enough to cause the entire room to go silent and everyone in it to stop and look at the spectacle.

So much for invisible.

“That’s a superior officer you are speaking to,” the thick accent from the elevator boomed through the silence and stopped Lt. Kalivoda’s, and probably everyone else’s, heart immediately.

She looked past the boy to see Agent Kallus standing a few feet behind the two punks that had been laughing along with the Ensign and his theatrics, except now they were visibly shaking.

“Yeah, well you obviously don’t know who I-,” the boy mocked as he turned to face his aggressor before he realized his mistake.

“I know exactly who you are. I had wondered how someone from such a prestigious pedigree ended up way out here on a no name planet in the far outer rim. Now I know. Tell me, did you even manage to finish the academy or did they just put you this far out so no one would ask questions?” Kallus asked callously as he slowly circled the boy like he was injured prey. “Your mother must be so proud.”

“You can’t spea-,” the Ensign began to protest.

“Apologize,” the Agent interrupted.

The boy hesitated for a long few seconds before he finally rubbed the back of his neck, “I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry, sir.”

“Not to me, imbecile,” he growled as he tilted his head toward Roan.

The Ensign looked momentarily surprised before he reluctantly conceded, “sorry,” he mumbled while looking at the floor.

“Do better,” the Agent commanded. He was now standing directly behind the Ensign that he towered over due to an impressive height difference.

The boy looked shocked. Roan had never seen anyone take him to task before. Most people were afraid to because of who his family was, but not Agent Kallus. He was relishing in his assault.

The Ensign cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he squeaked out before he looked back at the Agent for affirmation.

“Do better,” he simply said again.

The kid looked absolutely horrified by this point. “What would you like for me to do, then?” he asked with a tinge of moronic sarcasm.

Kallus coolly walked to his side and leaned down to his other ear, “get on your knees.”

“What? You can’t make me do that!” the boy stammered as he tried to turn to move away; however, before he could the Agent grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face Roan.

She wanted to run away as fast as she could but her legs wouldn’t work. Part of her was actually loving the humiliation of the asshole in front of her but another part was vicariously embarrassed and she knew if she tried to leave that she would end up on the punishment end of this bizarre encounter as well. And after the intimidation in the elevator, she wasn’t about to risk that.

Kallus leaned down and whispered something into the Ensign’s ear that made his eyes grow wide and a few seconds later drop to his knees.

“Lt. Kalivoda,” he began before the Agent nudged him with his large boot causing him to clasp his hands together in front of his chest. “I would like to extend my most sincere apology for my behavior.”

She looked up wide eyed from the boy to the Agent who was looking down with an almost mischievous grin across his lips.

He’s enjoying this.

“I hope that you can forgive me for my unacceptable actions,” the Ensign finished.

Kallus looked up to notice that she was still looking at him and she instantly covered with a small cough and quickly moved her gaze back down to the matter at hand that knelt on the floor in front of her.

“Do you accept his apology?” he asked her seriously.

She was tempted to say no to see what else he was capable of, but opted to end the situation as fast as possible instead. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Are you sure?” the Agent asked her, his hazel eyes transfixed on her own so deeply that a few seconds went by before she realized that she wasn’t breathing when he asked again, “Lieutenant?”

“Yes. That is fine,” she replied standing up straighter and clasping her hands behind her back.

“Good. Get up,” he barked down at the Ensign as the boy clamored to his feet. He grabbed his arm and pointed at Roan, “mess with her, or anyone for that matter again, and you’ll be emptying vac-tubes by hand on Hoth for the rest of your career. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” the kid said with a hint of defiance before his arm was released and he and his friends made a quick escape around a corner.

The people in the room began to slowly go back to their business, but Kallus and Roan just stood and stared at each other in silence for what she thought was an eternity.

“Why did you let him do that? You outrank him,” he asked angrily.

“He gets away with everything because of who he is. I’ve made numerous complaints. Nothing ever happens,” she replied matter of factly. “Also, while I sincerely appreciate you stepping in, you just made things a thousand times worse.”

He took a step closer and put a finger toward her chest, “if he so much as looks at you wro-,”

“Again, I appreciate what you’re doing, but I don’t need a protector,” she scoffed. “I need to get going. Thank you for your help,” she smiled and nodded as she made her way out of the commissary and to the safety of her workstation.

   By fourteen hundred, Lt. Kalivoda’s stomach was growling hard. With the bizarre fiasco of the morning she had missed out on actually getting something to eat and it was starting to show.

It wasn’t the only thing that was bothering her either. While she was grateful for the Agent’s backup in the commissary, the more she thought about it the more annoyed she was with his behavior in the lift. Or, at least she considered it annoyed, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t take lightly to intimidation, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop thinking about how unintimidated she was by it.

Did she get flustered? Unequivocally. Seduced? Not even close. Okay, perhaps maybe slightly beguiled at the most. Stars, he did smell wonderful though. Like trees on a warm summer evening in Naboo.

That is dangerous, girl! she thought as she shook her head hard and tried again to concentrate on the task before her.

“R3, will you shine a light directly down into this area?” she asked the green R-unit beside her.

The little machine let out a beep and maneuvered its mechanical arm up and over the top of the opened canopy of the R4 unit that she was working on.

“Great,” she sighed after digging around for a few seconds.

Her little green companion let out a few concerned beeps in response.

“Well, luckily it’s just a loose bolt,” she informed it. “But it’s a tiny one and in a place that I can’t reach easily without taking the whole damn thing apart.”

She sighed heavily again and sat down between the two droids while she thought. A few minutes later she hopped up and quickly headed for the very back of the workshop where she kept her obscure, rarely used tools and slowly began to scour the area for what she hoped she still had.

“Keep an eye on the front, R3,” she called over her shoulder.

After about fifteen minutes she still hadn’t found what she needed and, between it and her growling stomach, was becoming increasingly frustrated by the second.

“Hello?” someone yelled over the sound of her droid’s protests.

She swallowed the urge to scream back and instead politely replied loudly, “I’ll be up there in a minute!”

“I don’t have a minute,” a cocky response came from closer to the back shelving unit where she was standing.

Unbelievable, she thought as she leaned her head back and slowly exhaled in an attempt to not scream. When she opened her eyes, she couldn’t believe what she saw.

“I knew you were back here,” she whispered to the long handle of the specialty socket wrench extender that sat poking out precariously from the very top shelf behind her. She quickly began to look around for a stepping stool, to no avail, when the voice shouted again, this time even closer to her.

“Seriously, I don’t have all day!” came a threat in an all too familiar voice.

You’ve got to be kidding me, she screamed in her mind.

“You can’t be back here for safety reasons! Please go back to the front and I will be right there,” she shouted with as much venom in her voice as she could muster. She rolled her eyes and began to assess how she was going to retrieve the extender and not kill the ISB Agent with it once she did.

The unit was almost three meters high, which meant she was going to have to climb up the first few of the rickety shelves to reach it. She swallowed hard and put her hands on the ledge that was just above her head and pulled down as hard as she could with most of her body weight. When nothing happened she took it as a good sign and cautiously stepped up onto the first shelf. After a few fearful seconds, she decided it was safe and reached up and repeated the process.

On the third row up she felt that the extender was close enough to reach out for, but when she did her fingertips could only barely graze the cold metal handle.

Seriously? She sighed as she shifted her weight inward and reached out again; however, before her arm completely extended, the shelf that she was holding onto suddenly broke and flipped toward her causing her center of gravity to shift backward.

It felt like slow motion when she felt herself begin to fall and she braced hard for the impact that her back and head were going to make with the hard floor, except she didn’t. At the last possible second, she felt something hook around her upper back and under her knees before quickly spinning her away and shielding her from the falling debris that she had pulled down with her. She didn’t see what happened, but she immediately knew by another one of her senses. Trees.

“It looks like you do need a protector,” he said quietly into her ear before she finally found her bearings and fumbled her way out of his arms.

She quickly straightened her posture and smoothed out the fabric of her one-piece work jumper before clearing her throat, “thank you,” she squeaked out in a voice that was easily two octaves higher than her own.

What the hell is your problem, she scolded herself.

The man just stood in front of her with his head tilted slightly to his right.

“If you don’t mind going back to the front, I will be with you in a moment,” she said as she gently pushed past him and looked up at the tool that sat exactly where it had before she tried to initiate a shelving tsunami.

“You’re welcome,” he answered unenthusiastically as he stepped toward the cabinetry causing her to instinctively turn to face him and back peddle up against the shelves. He stood close enough to her that she had to lift her chin up to see his face as he slowly, and without looking away from her, reached above his head and grabbed the extender from where it sat.  

“Looks like you owe me one,” he said in a low voice as he slowly looked her up and down before he finally handed her the tool and sauntered away cockily.

Stop, stop, stop. You are a grown-ass woman, act like it, she told herself as she pulled herself back together and rounded the corner that would take her back to the front of the work area.

The Agent was waiting for her when she finally got to the front desk.

“I wasn’t aware that you had a droid,” she informed him as she pulled her datapad out from a drawer. “What’s the req number?”

“I don’t have one. I need help with this,” he replied as he placed his own datapad on the counter.

She looked down at it and tried her hardest to collect herself before she looked back up. “That’s not a droid.”

“I know, but it won’t turn on and IT-“

“Take it back up to them and hit the first person you see with it. Tell them I sent you.”

He just turned his head slightly at her sudden burst of hostility.

“I do droids, not computers,” she almost growled before a series of equally hostile beeps came up from behind her. “Easy, R3,” she said in an easier tone as she patted the droid’s head. “They send me the stuff they can’t fix so I get blamed instead,” she huffed as she pulled a stool behind her.

“I’ll take it back then,” Kallus offered as he reached to take it back.

“Wait,” she hesitated for a brief second. “You’re already here. What happened to it?” she asked as she plugged the machine into a cord that ran under the counter.

“It just stopped working. There is very important intelligence on there and I need access to it immediately,” he said with what she was beginning to notice was a perpetual air of superiority that carried in his voice.

“Is it charged?” she joked as she plugged in another cord.

“I think I’m smart enough to know if-“ he stopped when he realized that she was kidding. He stood silently as she connected the device to her own before flipping it over and removing the back casing.

“Did you throw it or something?”

He just looked at her perplexed.

“I’m serious this time. There’s some really odd damage here,” she said in awe as she poked at the malformed components with a small screwdriver. “It looks like a tiny person got in here and just started pulling things apart,” she continued without looking up.

He watched the almost wonder-like expressions on her face as she prodded further into the device before she picked it up and held it closer to the light. “We went too close to a cluster of collapsed stars.”

“That’s brave,” she mumbled before she set the tablet down and looked at him seriously. “I’m guessing you didn’t go in because it started pulling your ship apart?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it did the same thing to everything; the ship, its equipment, even you. I can’t fix this, but I can try to salvage the right parts of it and get your data off of it,” she offered with a small shrug. “Hopefully.”

“Fine, how long will it take?” he huffed loudly.

“I can start on it when I finish this one,” she offered as she pointed her thumb over her shoulder at the headless R4. The look on his face said that it wasn’t good enough but she could tell his brain interjected before his mouth opened.

“Fine, let me know as soon as it is completed. It’s very important,” he conceded before turning and walking out.

Roan just looked down and winked at the little green droid that never left her side. “It’s very important,” she mocked in a horrendous attempt at the man’s accent before she went back to work.

   It was well into the evening before she managed to retrieve the files saved to the Agent’s datapad. The machine itself was a complete loss but she had managed to get it somewhat working long enough to transfer everything to an external hard drive.

“Okay, R3, take this to his office,” she instructed the droid as she handed over the device.

The robot let out a long series of fast beeps.

“Well, I don’t want to either and you’re already holding it,” she laughed as she sat heavily on a stool. It had been a really long day and she really just wanted to take a long, hot shower and try to sleep.

R3 rocked back and forth angrily before aggressively pushing his way through the swinging door that she had installed below the front counter especially for it.

“I love you!”

All she heard back were its agitated boops of dismay slowly grow quieter as the droid rolled further away from her down the corridor.

“Sorry, buddy. I’ve had my fill for the day,” she said softly to herself as she hopped up and began to put away the array of small tools and components that were scattered all over her work area. As she reached down to lift a box onto the countertop her gaze fell to a small black cord laying on the ground.

That droid is going in the compactor, she sighed as she walked over and picked up the connection cord to the hard drive that the unit was taking to Kallus. The cord that he would have to have.

Maybe I can catch up before R3 gets there, she thought as she quickly scooped it up, pushed through the door, and began to jog down the hallway.

She didn’t get very far before she heard her droid beeping frantically over the sound of maniacal laughter and the sudden sound of something hard hitting metal. When she rounded a corner to her left she saw R3 surrounded by the Ensigns from the cafeteria kicking at the scared machine as it tried desperately to avoid their assaults.

Roan didn’t even hesitate when she ran up behind the boy closest to her and smashed her heel down hard into the outside of his right knee. He howled as he fell to the floor causing the other two to turn and face her, which gave R3 the chance to escape.

“You really are a stupid bitch,” the ringleader snapped as he lunged toward her.

She readied her stance to take him in a frontal assault, but suddenly a sharp pain in her ankle caused her to fall back right into the arms of the third assailant slightly in front of her to her right side. The Ensign on the floor had composed himself enough to return a kick to her foot and suddenly she found herself pinned against the wall with her left arm pulled up high between her shoulder blades. The boy staggered his feet and leaned against her with all of his body weight making it hard for her to breathe and impossible to move. She felt his fingers slowly slide into her hair at the base of her skull before he suddenly closed his fist and pulled her head back hard.

“The shit I’m going to do to you, little bitch,” the leader growled into her ear as he walked over and grabbed her chin yanking her head to face him. “Where’s your boyfriend now, huh?”

Roan whispered something inaudible.

“What was that?” the boy asked laughing as he put his ear closer to her mouth.

“I don’t need him,” she whispered again before she leaned back and slammed her forehead into the cartilage of his ear as hard as she could. Pain engulfed her entire body as the sharpness of what she immediately assumed was a small concussion was contrasted with the burning from her scalp by the handful of hair that the other boy was holding and probably ripped out when she moved forward as hard and fast as she did.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” he screamed as he fell to the ground and she leaned back against the wall to keep her dizziness at bay as best she could. Purple stars filled her field of vision and quiet, obscure beeps began to creep into her auditory senses.

The ensign holding her against the wall pulled her head back again forcing her to look up at the ceiling. “That was stupid,” he whispered slimily into her ear as she felt him grind himself into her back. “But, I like when they fight back.”

She felt a wave of abject disgust wash over her before she leaned into his face, “you better-.”

Before she could finish she heard a blaster ready and a Stormtrooper bark out an order to stand down. The Ensign slowly let go and backed away with his hands up as another trooper placed cuffs on the two others still lying on the floor.

The beeps grew louder as the ringing in her ears began to subside and she turned and slid down the wall to sit on the floor with her nervous droid that had gone to get help.

“Are you alright?” a quiet voice asked from above her. Kallus knelt down a few feet in front of her and looked genuinely concerned.

“I’ll be fine. It’s nothing some ice and a light analgesic won’t fix,” she replied as her attackers were led away, the one that had held her against the wall made a small kiss at her before he was pushed down the hall.

R3 growled and Kallus had to physically stop the droid from chasing after him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” he said darkly to the small robot before it finally wheeled back over to its place beside Roan. He looked at her for a long few seconds before he finally stood, “I’m sorry that you got hurt.” He turned to walk away and quietly added, “it won’t happen again.”

[iximaz]

Blood-Forged ch7

Summary: Din takes his young charge to a new planet with a new plan to hide. It quickly goes sideways after he meets another Mandalorian who has never seen her own kind.

Characters: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin), Baby Yoda, enby!fem!OC

Pairings: Slow burn Din Djarin/OC because it turns out I’m a thirsty hoe

Warnings: Eh, right now it’s just in light PG-13 territory. Mentions of family death, some blood/violence/bodily harm. Will probably end up becoming smut later.

Word Count: 1751 (indefinite chapter count coming)

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (you’re here!)

They ditched the speeder in the undercity slums and proceeded on foot. Din wrapped the kid safely against his chest so one hand was free to hold his blaster and the other arm could support Aysa as she limped along. She didn’t make any sounds aside from whispered directions, but he could feel her trembling under his arm. The tips of her fingers were worryingly pale against the black leather of her gloves.

“You with me?” Din asked, and Aysa responded with a faint nod.

“Almost there,” she said, barely audible. He felt her falter and caught her before her knees hit the ground. “Yellow door.”

Din helped her over to it and Aysa feebly rapped her knuckles against the metal.

A slat in the door opened and a pair of vivid purple eyes peered out, framed by green skin. “Aysa?” the woman gasped, and the door was wrenched open.

Aysa stumbled over the threshold and a Mirialan with a cybernetic arm and long black hair tied in an elaborate weave of braids caught her. Din hurriedly stepped inside as well, shutting the door behind him.

“Need to lay low a few hours,” Aysa mumbled as the Mirialan led her over to an upturned crate that was doubling as a bench, helping her to sit. There was the faint hiss of the neck seal as she removed her helmet, setting it to the side.

Din’s eyes widened in alarm when he got a good look at her face. She was white as a sheet and her lips had a faint blue tinge to them. “We need bacta,” he said as the Mirialan let out a shrill whistle. She helped Aysa lay back against the containers behind her as a GH-7 droid came zipping up to her.

Din pursed his lips as the droid began administering a bacta spray.

“She needs fluids,” the droid hummed, bending over Aysa to work.

The Mirialan looked up at Din, glowering at him. The glower softened when she took in his armor. “Another Mandalorian?” she asked in awe.

Din just watched her from behind his mask. Every line in his body was taut, and he shifted so Baby was held on the other side of him, away from the droid and the stranger.

“He’s a friend,” Aysa said faintly, and the Mirialan took her hand, running her thumb over the back of Aysa’s knuckles. “Mando—Fareesi. Fareesi, Mando.”

“Don’t you have a name?” Fareesi asked, eyebrow quirking up.

Din ignored her question. “We need to get back to the Dusklight Hangar as soon as it’s safe,” he said, but Fareesi crossed her arms.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re her long-lost dad or what, but she’s in no condition to move any time soon,” she said. “How’d you two meet, anyway?” she added, glancing back down at Aysa.

“He punched me in the face and then I tried to shoot his kid,” Aysa said, chuckling weakly.

Din tilted his head. It wasn’t technically incorrect.

Fareesi looked between the pair for a moment before shaking her head. “Right, forgot your lot were supposed to be warriors,” she said. “So what, you two are friends now or something?”

“Or something,” Din said when Aysa’s eyes fluttered shut again. “Droid—how’s she doing?”

“Her vitals are stabilizing,” it replied as it carefully stitched up the cauterized wound on her leg. “She lost a lot of blood.”

“Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know,” Din muttered.

“That would be a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality,” the droid droned, and faltered when Din pointed his blaster at it.

“Don’t be funny with me,” he said shortly. “I’m the next best thing to family she has, so—“

Fareesi barked out a laugh as she moved to stand in front of the blaster. “You? Her family?” She was barely five feet tall, but she carried herself with a presence almost commanding enough to make him take a step back. Almost. “I don’t know where you’ve been all her life, but as far as I’m concerned, pal, I’m her family. I’ve been looking out for her since long before we came to this skughole, just like she’s been looking out for me.”

Din hesitated, glancing at Aysa. Her face was white as a sheet, and she seemed barely conscious. “Aysa—“

“Trust… Reese,” she whispered. “Trust D… Mando. Guys…”

Fareesi sized Din up. “Fine,” she said, a little sourly. “But I think you’d better start at the beginning.”

Din stifled a groan of annoyance. He had better things to do than explain himself to this child, but it looked like she was Aysa’s best chance of survival, and he wasn’t about to lose her so soon after finding her. So he talked, describing their encounter in the bar, Aysa agreeing to shelter him, the hunters that had interrupted him.

“Why’s the kid so special, anyway?” Fareesi asked, leaning slightly to the left for a better view of Baby. Din shifted, trying to block her, but Fareesi moved with him so she could see. “Looks a bit like a pond-hopper.”

“I don’t know,” Din lied. He had some idea at this point, but he certainly wasn’t about to go blabbering it to everyone. “But whatever he is, he’s got a hefty price on his head. I thought we’d be safe moving away from the Outer Rim, but that’s been a bust. We’ll head out once Aysa’s back on her feet.”

Fareesi’s face fell. “She’s going with you?”

Din nodded.

“But she—“ Fareesi bit her lip. She glanced back at Aysa and sighed. “She always hoped she’d meet more,” she said quietly. “Kept taking jobs I told her were too dangerous, but she said it was the best bet to find another Mandalorian.”

“I’m not forcing her to come with me,” Din said. The child began to fuss, and he glanced down at him, shushing him gently.

Fareesi looked at the kid, at Din, at Aysa, and sighed. “I know,” she said grudgingly, and stood up. “You couldn’t force her to do anything if you tried.” She gave the droid a small pat on the head as she passed, moving deeper into the warehouse. “Come on, I’m sure there’s something the kid can eat.”

Din followed her with one last look at Aysa, hand drifting towards his blaster in a clear warning for the droid. Try anything funny with her. I dare you.

“Sorry about the mess,” Fareesi said, stepping over a pile of scrap metal. “Wasn’t expecting guests.”

“What is this place?” Din asked, stepping over it as well.

“My workshop,” Fareesi said, flashing a grin at him over her shoulder. “Black market cybernetics. You won’t find these mods in any respectable merchants’ hands.”

“I assume you’ve modded Aysa,” Din said, and Fareesi nodded.

“Kitting out hunters is fun,” she said, and eyed his own armor. “If you wanted any work done…”

“No thanks.”

Fareesi grinned. “You probably couldn’t afford me if you’re hiding out, anyway.”

“No special rates for friends?” Din said dryly.

“Ooh, friends. That’s a good one,” Fareesi said, kicking aside an empty crate and wrenching open a door that led to a grimy kitchen. “Look, Aysa’s been like a sister to me for ages now, but I can’t hide you guys here for long. Last thing I need is the New Republic breathing down my neck for helping you.”

“I understand,” Din said, distastefully eyeballing the bowl that Fareesi pulled out. “We’ll be out of here before long.”

Fareesi took a grimy rag and wiped down the equally-grimy bowl, squinting at it before shrugging and opening up the cooler, beginning to mash up some meiloorun with a fork. “Got anywhere you’ll go?”

“Not yet,” Din said. “Besides, I’d rather not say.”

Fareesi snorted. “I’m not going to tell anyone who’ll come looking.”

“Maybe not willingly,” Din said darkly. “There’s ways of getting information.”

“You can say torture, you know,” Fareesi said, glancing up at him. “I’m not so delicate you gotta dance around the subject.”

“Torture,” Din said. “Truth serums. They might destroy your workshop.”

Fareesi was quiet.

“Where are you from?” Din asked.

Fareesi shrugged and handed him the bowl of mashed fruit. “Don’t know,” she said. “My parents sold me off when I was born. Aysa and I met on Nal Hutta when we were ten.”

“That’s a long way from Mandalore,” Din said quietly, not sure he liked where this was going.

But Fareesi shrugged and headed back out into the workshop proper. “Doesn’t really matter now it’s gone, does it?” she asked. “You ever see it, Mando?”

“Yes,” Din said, balancing the kid on his hip and supporting him while he ate. “I was a Foundling—I only lived there a few years before it was destroyed.”

“That must’ve been awful,” Fareesi said.

Din remained silent, a heavy cloud settling in his stomach. He’d gained a new family and lost so much of it so soon after. And now the tribe needed to flee their stronghold because of him. He could only hope that most of them managed to survive.

Aysa was sitting up when they reached her again, and a little color had returned to her cheeks. “How long was I out?” she asked. Her voice quavered, but it was stronger than before.

“Not long,” Din said, sitting down beside her and adjusting Baby so he was settled comfortably on his lap. “You look like hell.”

“Nice to see you, too,” Aysa muttered. “Reese—“

“Glad you didn’t die on me,” Fareesi said. “I’d have killed you if you did.”

“Not if I killed you first for letting me die on you,” Aysa said, reaching out to punch Fareesi’s arm. “Listen—I know your specialty’s cybernetics but we could really use an engineer for our getaway ship.”

Fareesi’s eyes lit up. “You’ve got one, then? What model?”

“Razorcrest,” Din said, and Fareesi snorted.

“Well, at least it’s off-grid,” she said. “Aysa, you know I’d do anything for you, but—“

Aysa reached into her belt pouch and pulled out a handful of credits, tossing them over. “I know. I got you.”

Fareesi grinned as she counted out the money. “This’ll do great. I’ll fix you up before you go, if you like.”

In response, Aysa unlaced her flak vest, tugging it over her head before unzipping her flight suit down to her navel, shrugging out of her shirt. Fareesi’s arm whirred as a multi-tool extended from her fingertips, and the skin on Aysa’s arms unfolded.

[muteashes]

AN: Jet is the only cannon clone that I know of in Nova 21. So Lenti and Bugs are my OC since I needed some Nova 21 clones. I originally thought Daan could be one? But now I think they are the OC of @thefoundationproject Sometimes you’re like ‘was that canon or fanfic’ lol

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“I’ve got,” Lenti attempted casualness, “Two droid poppers. And one shiv, made of some bone. Or something. I don’t know.” Jet didn’t believe he did a very good job at it. The desperation was practically stifling, and that was his second favorite shiv. He had spent days sawing hooks into the side.

Daan grabs the shiv and spins it. “What else?”

Lenti frowns dramatically for a moment before nodding. Jet hands the package over appropriately on cue. Someone in the crowd, probably Bugs, stifles a giggle into a very real coughing fit.

Rummaging through the bag Lenti pulls out a long wire with long range adapter hook up and module only slightly bent.

The shiv stops spinning, Daan squints at the haul on the table.

“It works,” Lenti mutters. Daan poked the module so it slid in the mud on the makeshift table stump. It was a great trade, Jet knew. A working long range module was gold and Lenti had to fight two brothers for it. Daan would be getting a lot for practically nothing.

“No,” Daan decides. Jumping back as, like a switch flipped from contained to ready to throw himself into a brawl, Lenti leaps on the table.

“Why the frak not, you mangy little swamp rat?” Lenti hisses.

“Lenti!” Jet yelps.

“Getting worked up for a little fruit flavoring, aren’t you?” Daan bares his teeth in a challenge, as if he actually wanted to antagonize Lenti. Jet wondered if he set this up just to mock the sergeant. Daan had done something similar before, back on that moon with the purple waterfall. It had ended with half of the unit needing moon-calf vaccinations.

“It’s just a ration bar!” Jet tries to salvage it. Bugs has appeared on the other side of the table, hovering.

“He’s got the last Meiloorun,” Lenti snarls, eyes locked on the smirking medic who still hadn’t back down, “and it’s mine.”

[vihola]

In Character Interview

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

Tagged by @myswtorchildren, thank you, dear  ^‿^

Since I already did this for three Imperials and only one gal from the Republic, let’s make it fair and add a Jedi to the list 

1. What is your name?

“Just call me Meerax. Master Meerax if you prefer.” 

2. Do you know why are you named that?

“I barely remember my parents, so no, I wouldn’t know.”

3. Are you single or taken?

“Happily taken. The Jedi aren’t supposed to be in relationships, that’s right, but it’s something I never quite understood. The Force itself is the embodiment of love that binds all living beings.”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

“Apart from being Force-sensitive? I’m a healer. It is a natural talent perfected by years and years of training.”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“I’m sorry? I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Could you please explain what this ‘Mary Sue’ is?”

6. What’s your eye color?

She chuckles softly and points to the veil covering the upper half of her face. “You haven’t met a Miraluka before, have you?”

7. How about your hair color?

“It’s closest to ash mauve.”

8. Have any family members?

“I do, but I don’t know them, not really. They gave me to the Order when I was but a child. I could always try to find them, of course, but they’re just strangers to me. The Jedi are my true family, although not by blood.”

9. Oh? How about pets?

“I love animals too much to keep them as pets, they deserve to be free.”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

“Cruelty and selfishness. That’s just something I could never understand. Why would people be cruel, why would they purposefully seek to harm others? How can they live only for themselves and their fleeting whims? It doesn’t make sense.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“I spend quite a lot of time in libraries and outdoors. That’s where I can learn the most — from the wise people who are no more, from nature that has always been and always will be.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

“I avoid it at all costs. If I have ever hurt anyone, it wasn’t my intention, and I am deeply sorry.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“I had to, unfortunately. I wish I could have found another way.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

She smiles and thoughtfully presses a finger to her lips. “That’s a funny question. Maybe a thranta? The way they soar in the sky, it reminds me of how I feel when I am one with the Force.”

15. Name your worst habits?

“I am often reluctant when I should be decisive. And Zenith says that I forgive too easily, but I don’t see anything bad about it because everyone who is willing to seek forgiveness deserves it. ”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“Of course, I look up to my fellow Masters, whose courage and wisdom inspire me. I look up to my predecessors, who dedicated their lives to peace.”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

“I… don’t really understand the difference. I love people for their souls, not their gender.”

18. Do you go to school?

“You could say that I’m always learning, but I’m not a student anymore.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“I’m married. And children? I’d like that when the galaxy will be a safer place.”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“I’m not a celebrity, I’m a Jedi.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

“Fear leads to anger, therefore I shan’t be afraid.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“I prefer comfortable clothes that don’t get in the way of my tasks. I don’t particularly care how they look like as long as they’re decent and clean.”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“Candied fruit. Especially if it’s a starfruit or meiloorun, those are the best.” 

24. Am I annoying to you?

“No, what makes you think that? Was that something I said?”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

“Alright, though I’m not used to talking about myself so much.”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“We don’t have this division in the Order.”

27. How many friends do you have?

“I’d like to think that all living beings are my friends. Even if I don’t know them well, even if I haven’t met them at all — I care for them and I appreciate their existence.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Does it have any fruit in it?”

29. Favorite drink?

“Water doesn’t count? Then herbal tea would do.”

30. What’s your favorite place?

“Tython. It will always be my home, no matter how far I am.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“Yes, I am very interested in my husband.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“Well, it was somewhat strange considering that I already told you about my relationship status. But don’t be so hard on yourself.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“Does it really matter if I get to swim?”

34. What’s your type?

“Type? What type? What do you mean?”

35. Any fetishes?

“That’s hardly an appropriate question to ask of someone you barely know.”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“Outdoors! It reminds me that I was planning to go for a walk, care to join me?”

And I’m tagging @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond​, @kaosstar​, @chubbyooo​, @chokit-pyrus​, @vailed-legacy​, @biconic-disaster​, @codariidoescrimes​, @rainofaugustsith​, @darthakaliae​, @balaurvestic​, @miss-mando

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

So it’s been a year since Kanan died

Spoilers, I guess?

I think the whole Rebels fandom remembers the tragic day. I can’t tell you how hard I cried, because I am a very overemotional human being. Anyway, to honor the day and since he was my favorite character, here’s a little fic I wrote? It’s my first time writing any fanfiction that wasn’t about an OC, so it will probably be terrible, but here. Under the cut, even though it’s fairly short.

One year.

Hera kept repeating the words to herself, trying to make sense of them. The logical part of her brain understood. It had been one year. Twelve months. The fuel depot had exploded and taken Kanan with it.

The emotional part of her brain wasn’t buying it.

It didn’t feel like a year. Time after she’d left Lothal had been funny. It felt like Kanan had been alive just yesterday, that at any minute he’d burst into the room with caf or food or demands that she get some rest. At the same time, it felt like she’d been through a lifetime since the explosion. Each day felt like an eternity.

It felt like forever, and it felt like it was yesterday.

Her stream of thoughts was cut off by the door opening behind her and Chopper’s insistent beeping. Jacen’s wails joined him, and the once-silent cockpit was filled with chaos. Not that she minded. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay mad at Jacen. He had Kanan’s eyes and her little brother’s playful demeanor, and there was also something about him that was purely unique. Her son.

Another tone of beeping joined the choir- the Ghost, letting her know they were coming up on Lothal. Hera quickly pulled out of hyperspace, marveling at the difference a year had made to the planet. The smoke was almost gone from the sky, revealing the swirls of green and blue that made up Lothal’s surface. With a deep breath, she angled the Ghost downward.

“I’m gonna drop you off, Chop,” she said without turning her head. “Sabine said she’d take Jacen until I meet up with her later. Make sure he behaves, okay?”

Chopper beeped affirmatively. Jacen was barely three months old, but the droid had already taken a shine to him. It made Hera feel more confident about leaving her son for missions- nothing in the galaxy could get to him while Chopper was around.

Chopper beeped again, softer this time. Are you ready?

Hera shook her head as a small, dry smile came to her lips. “I’ll never be ready, Chop. But when has that stopped me before?”

Hera felt guilty about a lot of things. That wasn’t uncommon or unexpected- in fact, it was a given in her line of work. People under her command got killed, and she had to keep going. No one else could do it for her. But this particular form of guilt felt worse, like it was crawling and writhing under her skin. It had been crawling there for months, and the truth was there, no matter how many excuses she made.

She hadn’t come back to Lothal. Not because she was busy or because she had a child to raise, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself. Hera just couldn’t face it. Didn’t want to face it. After the Empire had been chased out, Ezra had left, and they’d managed to settle down the chaos, she’d left for the rebellion. And no matter how many times she told herself to come visit, she couldn’t bring herself to go. Sabine brought her updates on the rebuilding process, and that was the extent of her connection. Until now.

Sabine had given her directions to the memorial that had been built over the former fuel depot. She’d shown her the statues that were there, too. Hera despised them. Not because they looked bad, naturally- Sabine had overseen the construction. For this reason, they were perfect. So lifelike she could almost see Ezra’s statue beginning to laugh and throwing her a meiloorun. Kanan’s statue had the smile he used to give her. Walking up to it now, she could almost believe he would jump free of the stone, yell “surprise!” and take her hand. She could almost hear their voices- him laughing, her complaining that he’d scared her.

If only he’d scared her. If only it was that simple. Suddenly Hera felt sick, something cold worming its way into her stomach. The cold burst into flames, and her whole chest was in pain.

She stopped at the entrance to the memorial, unable to make her feet move any further. She didn’t want to go back to the place where her lover had died, even after a year. She didn’t want a cold statue, she wanted the real thing.

Breathe. It was Kanan’s voice in her head, perfectly calm. You just need to breathe, Hera. You’ve gotten through this before. You’re stronger than this.

Breathe.

She took a deep breath, in and out, and the fire burning up her insides went out. She was okay. She could do this. Kanan was still with her, still around her. It hadn’t been forever. It hadn’t happened yesterday.

It had been one year.

And that was okay.

Hera took another deep breath and began to walk again.

[jedikali]

Revenge is Sweet

@dogmatix @norcumi

Title: Revenge is Sweet

Era: Uh, it’s a heavy AU but it probably takes place in the PT before AotC.

Genre: It’s supposed to be a bit of a comedy but it’s kinda revenge.

World: set in a Stargate/Star Wars Fusion World, based off the world ‘A Star to Steer by’ written by dogmatix and norcumi

Characters: Mace Windu, Juno Seine (OC), OCs, Padme, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Siri

Synopsis: Juno gets revenge on her attacker.

Warnings: A female character recounts a sexual assault in a flippant manner and some women shout out how a male character touched them without permission.

Series: Only if the kind dogmatix and norcumi allow/ask for more.

A/N: Enjoy!

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 Mace never cared for Senate parties but he understood that the Republic played a vital role in helping keep order and helped protect the freedoms of those that lived within its borders.

 #That’s him.# Juno said with angry disgust. #The man that tried to take liberties with me.#

 Mace focused his gaze on the male human, Senator Dorvin Hordon, that held Juno’s well-earned wrath.

  #Do you want to speak with him?# Mace asked her.

 Almost immediately he was aware of Juno’s emotions and how she wanted to put the piece of trash in his place.

 #Would it be proper for a Jedi Master to do such a thing?# Juno asked, curious.

 Mace allowed his Host to Feel his anger at what that man had tried to do to her. #He violated dozens of laws by disrespecting you and deserves to be made uncomfortable.# Mace said as they started to make their way through the crowded room.

 Juno giggled with some malicious glee.

 “Senator Dorvin Hordon, how is your sector faring?” Mace asked the human male as he came up to the group of politicians. Dorvin Hordon jerked and turned to look at them.

 His eyes widened when he saw them, recognizing Juno as the woman he had tried to sexually assault two days earlier. He still had the scar from where the glass had cut his face.

 “,I uh, Yordan Sector is doing well, we had some unrest but the Prime Minster, Kai Portan, seems to be handling matters just fine.” He said in a rambling manner.

 Mace was content to allow the piece of scum ramble as he and Juno waited for a good opening.

 “Don’t forget to tell the Master Jedi about our upcoming marriage Muja Muffin!” A beautiful human woman in the group said as she excitedly clutched Hordon’s hand.

 #Muja Muffin,# Juno repeated with interest and a small measure of glee.

 Mace wordlessly handed control over to Juno; he knew what she had in mind.

 “You’re so lucky to have snagged such a wonderful speciesism of a human male. Your Muja Muffin is absolutely voracious and couldn’t get enough of me two nights ago; he was a complete animal. He couldn’t keep his hands off my Meilooruns.” Juno said, projecting her voice.

 Smiling, she then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “He even tried to initiate mating while we were dancing and I had to break a bottle of Coreillian Brandy across his face and punch him in the mouth to get his attention. Officers Borg and Goffs were aghast and Captain Pike almost smashed a chair over his head.” Juno said with a giggle.

 Mace forgot that it was possible for emotions to change so fast.

 “You tried to have sex with a Jedi Host?!” The woman screamed. ‘Are you insane!?”

 Juno slid back, letting Mace regained control.

 “I didn’t know she was a Jedi Host.” Hordon said, trying to smooth things over.

 “It doesn’t matter! You were touching another woman in a sexual manner! You told me you got your face injuries because someone didn’t like something you did in the Senate, not because you sexually assaulted a female and she defended herself!” She roared.

 “How many more? How many more women have you done that to?” She demanded.

 “Mila, it was just a one ti-” Hordon bega.

 “He enjoys spending time in the Outlander Club with exotic dancers and loves having his way with them.” A female voice called out from somewhere in the room.

 “He has put his hand on my butt during press conferences, you can see it in a few holo pics.” Another female voices called out.

 Soon more female voices called out their stories.

 “We’re through Dorvin Hordon! I don’t want to hear from you ever again.” Mila shouted.

 #I don’t even feel bad about helping break up their relationship.# Juno said as they walked away.

 #Neither do I.# Mace said as he rejoined his fellow Jedi.

 #She deserves better.# Juno said with a content smile

 “Let me guess: Mila just learned that Dorvin is a perverted being.” Padme asked them once they arrived, a mischievous smile lighting their face.

 Juno smiled pleasantly.

 “What gave it away?” she asked playfully.

 Siri shook her head.

 “He deserves everything coming at him.” She said.

 “Indeed,” Obi-Wan said.

 “Females aren’t toys for males to mess around with.” Juno stated as they watched Security break up the group surrounding Dorvin Hordon.

 “Neither are Sentient Beings for that matter.” Siri stated grumpily.

 “Don’t forget droids.” Anakin chimed in.

 Juno laughed. She thought it was funny that the young Jedi was so interested in droids but if she loved being a female and owning it than she guessed it was only fair for the Jedi to be curious, okay, obsessed with droids. Anakin’s knowledge of droids and mechanical things had been useful on several occasions; just like her ‘Night Flower’ clothes.

 Mace’s commlink chirped and he smoothly retrieved it.

 “Windu,” he said calmly.

 “Heard you and young Juno created a scene you did.” Master Yoda’s voice with some disproval.

 Mace Felt Juno’s mental apology.

 “Yes, Master Yoda, we created a scene.” He admitted. It was worth it though, he had been furious when he learned about the events that had transpired two nights ago but he and the Security Forces hadn’t been able to do much about it because Dorvin had managed to get away from Security via his connections and pretending to be his aide.

 “To the Temple return, disappointed I am.” Yoda said.

 “I will explain things upon my return.” Mace said.

 Yoda hummed before ending the call.

 #It was worth it.# Juno said with conviction.

 #It was worth it.# He repeated.

 “We will see the two of you later.” Mace said with a slight bow to Obi-Wan and Siri and gave a deeper one to Anakin.

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 Three months later it was still worth; even if it was all spent scrubbing old mosaics in an old Temple.

 And Juno loved to hear about the legends of the Stargates and the Others that went with the mosaics.

 #Worth it.# Juno whispered as she ran her fingers across an image of a Stargate.

 #Worth it.# Mace repeated as he allowed the memories of his Ancestors to wash over him and the half forgotten memories play for both of them. Memories of the attempted conquest and the shattered Balance after they had driven the Others away.

 #Do you think the Others are still out there; waiting to return via the Stargate?# Juno asked, some fear in her voice.

 #They must be, I just don’t know where they are, but they can’t return because my Ancestors with the help of the ancestors of the other inhabitances of this galaxy buried it on a far-flung world where no one could find it.# He told her comfortingly.

 #May it stay buried and undiscovered.# Juno stated as she turned away and went back to scrubbing.

 #Agreed.# Mace said.

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 A/N2: So I know Mace is OCish but hey, if you had someone happy and cheerful and I imagine Juno to be you kinda loosen up and maybe deep down Mace is a prankster but has to hide it behind a stern expression.

  Sorry if this rambled, I started it with one intent and I just kept writing