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Unmasked

Author’s Notes: The following story takes place in my Nas Legacy as part of my Monsters and Masks series. Content warnings for original character death, some blood/gore and bigotry towards non-humans. Lots of angst, here, folks.  

Nas'haes'uhme – Shaesu to those few in the Empire who deigned to address her by her own name – collapsed upon the rocky ground of Korriban, her vibro-blade falling out of her hand.

She knew it was over for her.

The stab wound to her torso was already bleeding out, and her attackers were unlikely to give her any respite. Her strength was fading rapidly with her limbs barely responding to her commands. She certainly couldn’t muster the strength to stand, much less defend herself.

Haes – her proper given name as a Chiss – had come to this accursed world in the hopes of earning a place amongst the Sith. She ’d been aware that the odds had been against her; she was starting out several years older than the average Sith Acolyte at the academy and besides that she faced considerable discrimination from her ‘fellow pupils’, virtually all of whom were human or Pureblooded Sith. It had immediately made her a target. Even the former Jedi who had been broken and turned to the dark side held an advantage over her in experience if not philosophy.

Of course, had matters gone otherwise, Haes would never have chosen to come to Korriban for Sith training at all.

Two years ago, after the death of her husband (killed by fighting in someone else’s war, she didn’t need to remind herself), Haes had been exiled from the Chiss Ascendancy when her Force sensitivity had been revealed to the authorities. With few connections outside of her own people, the Sith Empire was the only viable place she could go. And as a Force-sensitive, Sith training was the only real path open to her.

Above her stood her attackers, glaring down at their victim. Hanik, a human, and Mathiren, a Sith Pureblood. The two acolytes had ambushed her as she’d stepped outside of the tomb, the ancient tablet she’d recovered laying shattered where she’d dropped it.

It shouldn’t have surprised her that these two would have chanced such a cowardly move out here, so far from the relative safety of the Sith Academy. With their modest individual abilities, they’d have known they couldn’t have taken her on their own in a straight-up fight, certainly not without alerting the Overseers.

They had provoked and even bullied her many times these last few months, and for reasons that were understandable to the Sith mindset. After all, she was alone. A minority of one, without natural friends or allies. She could count on one hand the number of Acolytes on Korriban who were not either human or pureblooded.

And if she was not the first Chiss to ever step down upon this cursed rock, she would have been astonished.

As she felt her breath start to go shallow, her thoughts naturally turned to her children. They’d been the only reason why she had pushed herself even this far.

She wondered what the Empire, and indeed the galaxy itself, would do to them without her being alive to protect them.

She had been heart-broken when she’d left them with the Nedecca family on Dromund Kaas while she’d headed off to Korriban.She was not entirely fond of the couple, who had served in the Imperial Military alongside her husband before he’d been killed in the fighting against the Republic. But they were the closest thing she had to friends in the Empire. They were also not unambitious; if Haes had succeeded in her goal of becoming a Sith and eventually a Sith Lord, they knew they’d be well-rewarded for their aid. For them, fostering a pair of ‘alien children’ had been worth the bother.

But now, in light of her failure to survive and advance, she didn’t think they would do much to protect them, even if they could. They were a practical couple. Besides, they had their own daughter to consider, a few years older than her own children, just last season entering the Imperial Academy on Ziost.  

They would not risk either their own lives or their daughter’s future by defying the Sith for a pair of non-human children who were not their own.

She was worried for Nas’ash’dia, of course. It had been months since she’d seen the last holo of Ash. At twelve years old, Haes was leaving her lovely daughter behind at the precipice of womanhood. But she also knew her clever daughter was a survivor; if any non-human child could survive being orphaned in the Sith Empire, then Nas’ash’dia could.

But loath though she was to play favorites, she felt greater concern for Nas'laeso'ucu.

Where his sister was highly intelligent and resourceful, her son Laeso was brilliant. Even as a small child back on Copero, his curiosity and intellect were far beyond Haes’ ability to comprehend, as he would devour book after book. Even then, she and her husband had privately spoken about the limitless future their son had before him. No endeavor would be outside his potential. Now at eight years old, his intellect intimidated the Nedeccas, who observed this young Chiss boy easily pass every test their teaching droid could put to him.

But his intelligence was not what worried Haes. No. She’d gone to great lengths to conceal that Laeso was Force-sensitive.

If his abilities were discovered with her death, he’d follow his mother’s path to Korriban soon enough, likely with the same destiny.

If his abilities were not discovered, his fate might be even grimmer. The Sith of Korriban were usually at least quick. She couldn’t imagine how long a frail child such as Laeso would survive mining ore on some distant slave mine facility.

Haes felt a tear trail down her cheek.

“Hey, she’s still breathing.” Hanik jeered, the insult snapping her consciousness back to reality. “Think this alien schutta is asking for more?”

The anger flared within Haes’ chest, refocusing her thoughts. The building rage was not for herself, but for her children. Her magnificent children who she would never see again and who would almost certainly suffer greatly in her absence. As her teeth gritted in fury, her finger reached out.

Behind Hannik, Haes’ vibroblade lifted off the ground…

The Sith Acolyte screamed out as the weapon impaled him through the back, jutting out of his chest. Blood sprayed out over the rocks, much of it raining down on her.

She smiled at the sensation, the hot, fresh blood of her slain enemy warming her even as the last of her strength and rage was exhausted. Her blade clattered to the ground.

Alarmed at his companion’s sudden demise, Mathiren frantically raised his blade to finish her off.

Haes could only reflect on her legacy.

She’d worn a mask for years to protect her children, desperately attempting to become something she wasn’t.

In these final moments of her life, she was, in fact, a Sith.

As the blade swung down and her life came to an end, Haes could only hope her children would learn to survive by wearing their own masks, without becoming monsters.

 Fifteen years later…

The assembled members of the Dark Council of the Sith Empire – ostensibly the twelve most powerful Sith in the galaxy – stood in their council chamber on the top floor of the Sith Academy of Korriban.

Perilous as the existence of any Sith could be, the death of one who sat upon the Dark Council was still considered a remarkable event, even when it was the second such death they had witnessed in less than an hour.

By necessity, this Council meeting had already been well short of a full dozen in physical attendance.

Three of their number – Darth Decimus, Darth Acharon and Darth Hadra – the heads of the Spheres of Military Strategy, Biotic Science and Technology, respectively – were appearing by holoprojection as they’d been committed to overseeing the Empire’s flagging efforts on Corellia.

Three more Councilors – Darth Rictus, the oldest serving member of the Council who commanded the Sphere of Mysteries, Darth Zhorrid, the youngest Councilor who nominally presided over the Sphere of Imperial Intelligence and Darth Aruk who led the Sphere of Sith Philosophy – were entirely absent. Rictus was occupied investigating rumors into the whereabouts of the rogue Sith Lord Darth Jadus, himself a former Councilor and the father of Darth Zhorrid. Zhorrid’s own absence was no great surprise, given the Council’s recent dissolution of the Empire’s once-feared Imperial Intelligence service. No doubt, the young Sith was desperately trying to cling to her crumbling power base. Meanwhile, Aruk was absent while dealing with some dissident conspiracy on the capital world of Dromund Kaas.

A seventh Dark Lord – Darth Baras, who had taken control of the Sphere of Military Offense after Darth Vengean’s fall – had been killed in this very chamber earlier in this session by his former Apprentice in a private duel. That Apprentice had in turn successfully claimed the title of the Emperor’s Wrath before departing.

Finally, an eighth – Darth Thanaton, who had represented the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge for less than a year – now lay freshly dead on the floor.

That left a mere four Dark Lords of the Sith physically present to mark Thanaton’s passing, and to stand witness for what was now to come.

It may have been Darth Mortis who had delivered the death blow to Thanaton in a mercy-killing to preserve the dignity of the Council, but no one could deny the potency of the strange, masked Sith who had just bested their former colleague in a Force duel with a brilliant display. His build was slight and his lineage was unclear; there had supposedly been a ‘Lord Kallig’ many centuries ago in the days of Tulak Hord, but that was ancient history, and the name representing little more than a footnote in the modern Sith Empire.

Nevertheless, despite his unassuming posture and his much-maligned origins, the upstart projected an air of power about them, and not simply because they had just witnessed him crushing one of their number. Thanaton’s time on the Council may have been relatively brief and more than a few found him tedious, but none would have questioned his personal power when he’d succeeded Darth Arctis some months ago.

Off to the side stood the newcomer’s two seconds; a Dashade shadow-assassin and a Kaleeshi Sith Apprentice. Strictly speaking, protocol demanded that the peculiar duo should have remained outside the council chambers, along with their master. None had been properly invited into the chamber. But as it was apparent that Thanaton’s followers guarding the door had failed in that simple task of security (as they had been repeatedly outmaneuvered over the last several weeks during the Kaggath between the two Sith), no one on the Council had bothered to force their eviction. As they had not actively interfered in the fight with Thanaton, to the assembled Dark Lords, they were irrelevant.

The masked Sith Lord paused at that, regarding Mortis, then turning towards the seat in consideration. Finally, he turned back to address all the assembled members of the Council.

“My lords, I’m… I’m truly honored.” He finally spoke; his voice was clear through the filter of the mask, though it was rather lighter than one might have expected from a young Sith Lord who had dared so much.

“I was not expecting this at all.”

The words were humble.

None of the Sith present believed they were sincere, but such was to be expected.

Such considerations were, once again, irrelevant. The strong had overcome the weak. The corrupt had been cleansed.

The ways of the Sith had been preserved, as Thanaton had insisted.

“You just killed a Dark Council member in fair combat.” Darth Marr, the head of the Sphere of Military Defense, pointed out, his iconic masked face looking up from Thanaton’s fallen form.

“What did you expect?”

The deliberations were not without protest.

“He’s only a lord!” Darth Ravage, who ruled the Sphere of Expansion and Diplomacy, was incredulous. “You can’t put a lord on the Dark Council!”

“Quiet, Ravage!” Marr snapped at his junior Councilor. “He’s earned his place.”

The young Sith Lord who had been the subject of the argument tilted his head at the exchange, as if carefully considering something. Finally, his hands reached up behind his head as he unclasped the skull-mask he was wearing, letting it fall away.

A collective gasp could be heard from several members of the Council, including those observing by holo. Ravage visibly gaped while Darth Vowrawn, the head of the Empire’s Sphere of Production and Logistics, chuckled to himself at the revelation. Only Marr and Mortis maintained something approaching a professional decorum, standing in a stoic silence.

The face before them was young; this was no surprise. Everyone knew that Thanaton’s opponent in the Kaggath was an upstart. The face was likewise heavily scarred; the defects crisscrossed him from old injuries. That was also not a surprise; Thanaton himself had protested that this interloper had once been a slave before becoming Zash’s apprentice, and more than a few slaves in the Empire bore such scars.

No. What had startled many of the Councilors was the fact that the face looking back at them was blue with glowing red eyes that regarded each of them with a cool intellect that might have unsettled the Emperor himself.

Incredibly, this newest addition to the Dark Council was a Chiss.

“Are we really going to allow this… this alien filth to sit on the Dark Council?”

If Ravage had been incredulous before, he was now fast becoming apoplectic, looking around the room to his assembled fellows.

“Without even consulting with the Emperor whom we are sworn to serve?” he spat.

“Enough, Ravage.” Darth Marr waved a dismissive hand.

Ravage’s ploy had been obvious. The Emperor, it was well known, rarely took an active role in day-to-day Council matters, even to name a replacement. It could be months – if not longer – before he made his will known.

For a Sith like Darth Marr, who had lived long enough to observe Thanaton’s rise from slave to apprentice of a disgraced master to Sith Lord to Dark Lord of the Sith, such a gap in the Empire’s leadership structure would be unacceptable.  

He turned and acknowledged the latest addition to the Dark Council.

”As I have said, he has earned to right to that seat.”

 Minutes later, the newly appointed Dark Councilor of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge made his exit from the chambers, Khem Val and Xalek in tow. The Kalesshi held the discarded Kallig mask in his hands, carrying it reverently.

He had worn many names while walking along the path that had led him to this point.

He was departing from this planet – a planet that had forged him in so many ways – as Darth Imperious of the Empire’s Dark Council. In and of itself, this name meant nothing to him, aside from the authority that had come with it. He accepted that it now referred to him by anyone within the Sith Empire.

Prior to this, he had been commonly known as Lord Kallig. This name had been inadvertently stolen; the consequence of a delusional ancient Force ghost misidentifying him at the Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas. Nevertheless, he accepted that the name had granted him a degree of credibility within the Empire. Regardless, as was now the case with his Dark Councilor title, that name personally meant nothing to him.

For most of his life, he had been called ‘Ozibaumnu’. That name’s origins had been meaningless from the first moment he’d uttered it; a series of barely coherent syllables muttered on the day he’d been sold into slavery as a child. It had nevertheless come to symbolize a breaking with his past, from before he had worn a slave collar. For that small circle of people he now called friends – Ashara, Andronikos and Talos – from them, he would continue to accept that name. From anyone else, it would now be as meaningless in effect as well as in fact.

But none of those names had ever really been his.

His name was Nas'laeso'ucu. Son of Nas'haes'uhme. Brother to Nas’ash’dia.

And regardless of whether he ever used that name aloud, he would never wear a mask again.

END

Author’s Notes: Just in case it wasn’t obvious, several lines of dialogue in this piece were pulled directly from the end of the Sith Inquisitor story on Korriban.

Ozibaumnu’s name originally had a different, more Chiss-appropriate origin. Unfortunately, I lost the notes on that, and when I reread the Chiss naming conventions article, I realized that it didn’t make sense. This is my best effort to reconcile all of those continuity issues. On a related note, ‘Shaesu’ is pronounced ‘Shay-sue’, while ‘Laeso’ is pronounced ‘Lay-sue’ and Nas’ash’dia is pronounced ‘Nazz-osh-dee-ah’, even though her personal name is usually pronounced ‘Ash’. (Yeah, I know Chiss names are weird.)

This story was originally two separate chapters, with Shaesu’s titled What We Leave Behind. The combination of the two seemed to work. (I do love before-and-after stories.)

As stated elsewhere, I’m ignoring Chiss aging rules. As far as I’m concerned, they are approximately the same standard as humans.

Now for the elephant in the room I inserted near the end – yup. Ozibaumnu is NOT the actual descendant of Lord Kallig. I may address this in future stories, but it’s been an idea I’ve been turning over in my head for a long time.

The referenced daughter of the Nedecca family later becomes a Major in the Imperial Army and an NPC in the game. She shows up on Corellia in the Imperial Agent storyline, serving as an aid to Lord Razer. As you might imagine, her reunion with Nas’ash’dia was rather awkward.

I always thought it was hilarious that Darth Ravage was heading the Empire’s “Sphere of Expansion and Diplomacy”, considering he’s one of the least diplomatic Sith in the entire game. On that note, tracking the Dark Council members and their assignment Spheres is a pet-project of mine.

The reasons for the Ascendancy to join forces with an Empire (that usually doesn’t see Chiss as people much less equals) are convoluted and I hope to explore those in the future. But it seemed to make sense that the children of an exile and failed Sith acolyte would be pressed into slavery, rather than being sent back to their people.

I’ve written about Nas’ash’dia elsewhere. It is strange to me that she predated Ozi – and is in fact the Outlander in my Nas Legacy – and yet I’m more comfortable writing about her brilliant but traumatized brother. More about Ash in the future, I hope.

People continuing to fight after being shot or stabbed in the chest is a pet peeve of mine. In real life, that (almost) never happens. The strength just drains right out of you. I try to adhere to reality here with Shaesu.

Thank you for reading, and may the Force be with you.

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Nas'ash'dia is looking sharp in her hat. (Its her 'Red Blade' look.)

I did adjust the brightness of the screencap, but it wouldn't look this good without the recent graphic improvements.

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The SWTORpadawan OC Sexyperson Tournament - Round 2 - Match 24

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The SWTORpadawan OC Sexyperson Tournament - Round 1 - Match 11

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I took the SWTOR OC Hugging Challenge...

Rules: For each of your OCs, rate how cuddle-able they are on a scale of 1-10.  (I have too many, so i'll choose the most defined.)

Tagged by @meatbag-status​ ! Thank you so much!

Corellan Halcyon - Jedi Knight 2/10 -> 7/10

This one is a bit tricky, since i actually have a huge history laid out for him over the course of the game. At the beginning of the Jedi Knight story, Corellan is definitely a 2, at best. He's a young, devoted Jedi, and the idea of offering comfort to someone through the act of embracing them was probably foreign to him at that point. He probably hasn't been hugged (or hugged someone else) since he was a small child; them's the breaks of being raised by the Order. His experience with Ranna Tao'ven didn't help, either. By the end of Chapter 1, he is definitely comfortable hugging Kira and T7. (He kind of wishes he could hug Orgus, though he died before that was possible.) Rusk and Scourge aren't really huggers, and Doc would probably read it wrong. (cough) But by the end of the JK story, he definitely has a short list of people with whom he would be comfortable exchanging a hug, including Leeha Narezz and even Bengel Morr. The KOTFE and KOTET were complicated for him. He became somewhat emotionally withdrawn, largely because Valkorian was lurking in his head, and then later he went through the traumatic experience of the old bastard dying in his head. After that, he felt Kira's absence keenly, so much so that T7 was basically acting as an emotional support droid. It was only when Kira came back and he started to heal that he realized he was being a jerk and just how much these people (Lana, Theron, Senya, Arcann, Vette, Rusk, etc.) cared about him. After that, he really starts to open up, and he became much more comfortable with displays of physical affection. He's not great at it; for one think, he's got washboard abs and one percent body fat, so hugging him is like hugging a brick wall, but the people in his life appreciate it.    

Nasashdia - Imperial Agent 6/10

As part of her training for Imperial Intelligence, Nasashdia was trained to regard physical touching (including "hugging") as a tool of manipulation. (Ozi is her long-lost brother. They both have childhood issues.) The same is true of flirting. Eventually, during Chapter 2 of the Agent story, she found comfort in Vector's arms. That gave her the confidence to late give Raina a hug when she was dealing with her father. 

Illaynah Antilles - Trooper 4/10

Illaynah has issues. Her mother died when she was young. Her father was doting one minute and cold the next, as the result of alcoholism. As a result, she's not much of a hugger. Eventually, she grows comfortable like that with Jorgen and Elara, and when she found Yuun in KOTFE, she unexpectedly hugged him since he was the first of her crew to return. (Since Yuun is even more socially awkward than Illaynah, it was quite a shock.) She started a relationship with Theron, though both have their awkward moments. Post KOTFE, in a private moment, she might exchange a hug with Lana.

Nosrol - Sith Warrior 0/10

Nope, nope, nope. Do not want. Hugging is something that happens incidentally with one's lover during a kiss or love-play. It does not exist otherwise. Vette tried hugging him once. Nosrol is a terrible monster, but he's relatively nice to her. It was awkward. Really awkward. He cringed up and then said "Let us never do that again."

Bas'riish - Smuggler 9/10

Bas'riish LOOOOOVES hugging people, either for sincere reasons or less so reasons. As a child, she learned to pick someone's pocket with a hug. As an adult, she understands how much a hug can influence some people. (She actually once hugged Corellan, as they are part of the same legacy; it was awkward and made him blush, which just made her chuckle.) With her crew, she's hugged everyone at least once, though she was wise enough to wait until Akaavi really felt comfortable. Hugging Bowdarr is a delight, hugging Corso makes him flustered, and she is practically sisters with Risha. Guss, however, needs a hug more than anyone, and she obliges.

Ozibaumnu - Sith Inquisitor 1/10

Ozi... has issues with physical contact. This comes from his experience as a slave growing up, and various abuses that he suffered. This really screwed him up empotionally. It wasn't until he met Ashara and eventually let her into his heart that he found someone he could really be comfortable with that way. He still has issues with touch, but he's doing better since then.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Female Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Kaliyo Djannis, Darth Zhorrid Additional Tags: Meeting the new boss, Korriban (Star Wars) Summary:

The newly promoted Cipher Nine is one of the most dangerous women in the galaxy. But even she has limits.

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I need advice...

Peeps! I need advice. This is Nasashdia.

Nasashdia is my primary Imperial Agent.  She is (mostly) LS, and, for reasons, she decided to defect at the end of the IA campaign. She likewise sided with the Republic on Iokath. During the class campaign, Nas romanced Vector. (Because why wouldn’t you?) When she popped out of carbonite five years later, however, she was convinced Vector had been killed when she heard about the Empire using the Kiliks as cannon-fodder.  So... she started romancing Theron. (Because why wouldn’t you?) Because i waited so long to catch up to her, i am ready to begin the Nathema expansion, and i have not done the Alliance Alert for Vector’s return. (Or the Arcann romance.) Therefore, she now has three viable romance options:  1) Forgive Theron and take him back. 2) Take Vector back and tell him that Theron meant NOTHING to us.  3) Spurn both of them to take a chance on Arcann.  First - you should all understand that Nas has trust issues. (As should anyone who went through the IA campaign.) So while she’s normally a very cool customer, she doesn’t easily forgive betrayal. Remember Scorpio? Nas remembers Scorpio. Nas remembers Scorpio betraying her not once, but twice. Nas remembers discharging her firearm into Scorpio when that blasted droid wanted to upload itself into Iokath. Bye bye, Scorpio. So.... any thoughts on what i should do? Arcann seems a distant third option now. That Theron didn’t tell her what she was doing really rattled her.

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I Can Finally Dress My Agents Like Quinn!

Betray Your Sith Lords In Style! Thank you, Unlock Sale!

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Regarding Chiss OCs

To @grandninjamasterren​ - Chiss are so pretty because they are CHISS.

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The Nas Legacy (Revised)

Revised - June 5, 2022

The Ascendancy exiled them. The Empire enslaved them. The Republic targeted them. Zakuul hunted them. Someone is going to pay.

Nas Legacy (Left to Right) • Mehio Nareves / Jedi Knight / Mirialan • Sonora Phit / Bounty Hunter / Cathar • Zerahte Nu / Jedi Consular / Miraluka • Nas'ash'dia * / Imperial Agent / Chiss • Ozibaumnu / Sith Inquisitor / Chiss • Zed Mompi / Smuggler / Nautolan • Toviq Nareves / Trooper / Mirialan • Kael Nosrol Krannus / Sith Warrior / Pureblood

My first Legacy overhaul of 2022! (There are more coming.)

Its still built around Nas'ash'dia and Ozibaumnu - siblings who made their place in a Sith Empire who regards non-humans with disdain. Fun, angsty stuff. Unfortunately, their supporting cast wasn't complementing them. So I'm trying something else. Mehio Nareves replaces Akhinom. I like her, but she's being heavily redisgned. Akhinom was ... just not coming together. Sonora Phit has vicious streak. She wasn't quite fitting in with the kids of the Beltane Legacy. She replaces Hochix, who I could never make work. Zerahte Nu... is a character who I keep trying to do something with. She wasn't working out in the Sarnova Legacy but she might develop in the Nas Legacy. She is the kind of Consular who might join an Alliance run by (nominal) ex-Imperials. Zed Mompi, to date my only true DS Republic character, is fun. I've just decided he fits better with the Nas Legacy. Mehio's brother, Toviq, takes over from Iruvih, who also slid over to the Sarnova Legacy. (I can’t split up siblings.) Woxia Dakhan will still be featured in other legacies, but not this one. I'm curious to see if a different version of Kael Nosrol Krannus will make healthier life choices. (Not a safe bet.) Regardless, he remains my "edge lord", the one who I can't write too much about since most of my ideas about him would require multiple content warnings.

Yes, I will probably revisit this again.

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Thank you @kifarielsilverleaf and company! (Sorry - i don’t know exactly who is on Tumblr!)

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For the OTP asks (couple of your choice or couples of your choice) -- 62, 66, and 35.

Otp Questions I'm finally getting to this one @sullustangin ! Mixing it up!

How do they spend time if the other is gone?

Answering for Bela and Tasiele!

It depends on the "when" during their relationship.

Earlier, its usually because one of them is on a mission. The other usually worries, but goes out of their way not to show it. For Tasiele, that means burying herself in paperwork. For Bela, that means intense training sessions in the sparring ring.

Much later… well, I haven't talked about their kids, yet. But there's that. 🥳

What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

It takes awhile… but Nas'ash'dia and Vector eventually warm to Ozibaumnu and Ashara.

So yeah… I think they'll figure out a double-date situation!

Do either of them have a crazy ex?

At some point, I'm going to pursue Pol'fenn's story. In the Barith Legacy story, he eventually romances Kira. (As do most of my Jedi Knights)

But… he kinda has an ex. Years before, there was a girl he knew in the refugeee camp on Barith. At the age of thirteen, they shared their first kiss. Immediately afterward, the camp was attacked by the Sith Empire. Pol'fenn and his sweetheart were separated, and he assumed she'd been killed.

He wouldn't see her again until a decade later…

Art courtesy of the amazing @vexa-legacy !

Zu'fanda… isn't exactly still in love with Pol'fenn, but she is rattled at the lost opportunity she had with him. She's intrigued at the current… possibilities.

(insert menacing music here)

So expect stalking. Serious stalking.

Thanks again for the asks!

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Why does Master Ranos run around with her lightsaber ignited on her belt????

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Question 4 and 5 for all of your Chiss?

TMi Tuesday asks

ALL of my Chiss? My friend... that's a LIST. 😯😯😯

I'll pick my top five for you.

Nas'ash'dia Ozibaumnu Sadish (Jlus’adishe’aosserr) Tali (Laht'al'ikran) Redak (Hrarr'edak'ourtosh)

4. With whom I ship them

Nas'ash'dia Vector Hyllus helped Nasashdia through some of the darkest moments of her life as she worked her way through the Castellan restraints crisis. That was how she fell in love with him; she realized he'd always be there for her.

Ozibaumnu Ashara Zavros was a ray of sunshine in Ozi's life. Up until meeting her, he never considered having an intimate relationship with anyone. But there she was - a genuinely good person whose views didn't quite fit the orthodox Jedi - and she melted him.

Sadish (Jlus’adishe’aosserr) Sadish's relationship with Jaesa is... I won't say toxic, but certainly not healthy.

Tali (Laht'al'ikran) Tali is committed to her partner, Brehn Urmond Cipher Ten. They've been through a lot together.

Redak (Hrarr'edak'ourtosh) Redak - like many of my Jedi Knights - fell hard for Kira Carsen. More on that another time.

5. Something I find attractive about them

Nas'ash'dia That she's cool under pressure, but fire beneath the surface. Only a handful of people - Vector, Kaliyo and Ozi to name three - have seen how fiery she can be.

Ozibaumnu His intellect. He really does try to think his way through problems, and he is disdainful of philosophical dogma.

Sadish (Jlus’adishe’aosserr) Uhmm.... he's big? I guess? Dude is not a nice guy. Tali (Laht'al'ikran) Her willingness to go anything to be free... even to the point of accepting a longer leash.

Redak (Hrarr'edak'ourtosh) He was willing to do anything to stop what happened on Ziost. (That's where it went wrong.)

Thanks for the ask, @war-of-wrath !

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7 and 11 for whomever you’d like from the family questions please?

OC Family Questions

Mixing it up!

7. Are they close to any non-immediate family members?

Moyraah Gargun was actually mentored by her uncle, Maro Gargun, who was an Imperial Intelligence strike team commander. More than anything, she wanted to meet him after she was promoted to Cipher, so she would see how well she'd learned and hoping he'd be proud of her.

Unfortunately, right after she made Cipher she was told Uncle Maro had been killed during a top secret operation.

She wasn't told that this "top secret operation" was to infiltrate the Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas. She wasn't told that Maro and his team had been corrupted by the Dark Side, and hadn't checked in.

She certainly wasn't told that Captain Medle - a military attache to Imperial Intelligence - had hired a bounty hunter to make sure Maro Gargun and his team never made it home.

(Yes, Moyraah's uncle is one of the targets for the Bounty Hunter on DK. Enjoy the angst.)

11. Which family member are they closest with?

For Ozibaumnu and Nasashdia, they are all they have left, really.

Nas was 12 and Ozi was eight when they were sold into slavery and separated. It was nearly fifteen years before they met again.

Naturally, they were radically different people. But the bond between them was strong. They become close again.

Thank you, @queen-scribbles !

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