#oc: canja xallaj

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Sooo, tell me about Canja? 👀

Haven't thought about Canja in so long @magicallulu7 so thanks for the excuse!

The most important thing to Canja is her family. Every action that she takes is ultimately to aid the wider Xallaj family that is spread across the Empire. So, while she ultimately does what she can to ensure the Empire's continued survival and well-being, her motivations are to help her vast extended family gain power for themselves.

The Xallaj family is actually a highly influential slave family that has spent centuries building up a network that spans the entire Sith Empire. With eyes and ears everywhere, Canja gained a spy network that rivaled Imperial and later Sith Intelligence once she rose to the Dark Council. It made eliminating enemies and ensuring there would be no reprisals against those responsible quite easy for her.

Canja Xallaj's family can actually trace their relationship with Dark Jedi all the way back to the Hundred-Year Darkness (Second Great Schism) where members of the family acted as mercenaries during the conflict. They found great glory and wealth during the century of war and would later offer their services once again when Tulak Hord and Aloysius Kallig began their own wars.

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Well now I gotta share a pic of my SI to continue slut shaming Aloysius lol

Every time I see a new inquisitor OC I think Kallig you slut

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Whumping the Wrath (aka titles are hard)

Bad AU continuation of this piece I wrote a while ago (though Nox is actually Occlus now that I have a canon Inquisitor)

All inspired by something @palepinkycat sent me that made me laugh with all sorts of “I’m going to hurt my OC” amusement 😂

Also no real editing done, we die like sith on korriban lol

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Darth Occlus leaned against her saber pike for a moment as she prepared herself for another long session. At another time she might have been impressed at the prisoner’s resilience and power but now all she felt was frustration at how long it was taking to break her and anger at how much it had cost to catch the prisoner.

A now familiar flare of pain in her back and leg fueled her simmering rage. The plan to capture and control the Wrath should have been a straight forward one. With the combined power of the Dark Council and the new Empress, they should have been able to easily emerge victorious. But they had miscalculated.

The Wrath was far more powerful than any of them had given her credit for. They had all assumed that her skills lay only in unexpected ambushes and lightsaber combat. But it seemed that she had hidden depths of force potential that none of them had known about until it was too late.

Xarion was dead, his body crushed into a twisted mass of blood and guts.

Malora had been fortunate to receive a swift end with her head being cleanly removed from her body.

Vowrawn lost both legs and now had a scar across his face from a slash that had removed one of his face tendrils.

Occlus herself now walked with a limp and had to have extensive cybernetics implanted along her spine to save her from total paralysis.

Even Acina had lost an arm, leg and eye to the Wrath.

Krovos had been the only one of them to remain unscathed and that had been because the honorable warrior refused to fight against the woman that had led them through Zakuul’s invasion.

Occlus scowled as her injuries throbbed painfully. She had respected the Wrath’s leadership during Zakuul’s conquest and had been impressed at her refusal to claim the mantel of Empress. A less experienced Sith would have leapt at the chance to gain such power but the Wrath was anything but inexperienced. Still, now that Zakuul ruled unopposed the Wrath had outlived her usefulness, at least in her current position.

Closing her eyes, Occlus focused on the task at hand. She knew that the Wrath was resilient but she could tell that her resolve was finally starting to waver.

A small smile spread across her face as she reached into her robes to the military ID tags within. Even if the Wrath did not break today, Occlus knew it was only a matter of time. And it would at least be entertaining to see the once powerful Wrath realize just how hopeless her situation was.

Opening her eyes once again, Occlus entered the cell, now looking forward to the day’s activities.

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Amarra couldn’t bring herself to raise her head as the door to her cell opened. She had long ago stopped wasting energy on looking up at her visitors. The people that entered her cell only ever came to deliver more pain, so what was the point in looking up at them?

Besides, her visitors never failed to let her know who they were.

Her head jerked to the side as one of Darth Occlus’ metal gauntlets opened a new gash on her face.

She didn’t bother to hide to cry of pain that the blow caused. In the beginning, she had fought hard to keep from making any noise at all. It had been a pointless display of pride but she could not help it. The Dark Council did not deserve her respect or service let alone her screams.

But now?

Now she didn’t care.

As much as she hated to admit it, the endless torture and isolation had finally begun to ware her down. Her mental defenses, which had held strong for over a year of torture and abuse, were beginning to form hairline fractures.

Maybe she could have held out longer if she had been able to rest and recover even a small amount of strength. But the Dark Council had other plans.

For a political body that was perhaps most well known for its bickering and backstabbing power plays, they had apparently found common ground when it came to Amarra. After capturing the Wrath, the Council had begun to work on breaking her will in shifts. One Councilor would torture her in their own way before passing her off to the next Councilor. She never had a moment to rest, save the times she passed out from pain, and she could never anticipate what each new Councilor might do to her.

Vowrawn was quite fond of using both the Force to torture her but he also enjoyed taunting her with food and water that her body so desperately craved. He often set up elaborate meals with mouth watering aromas in her cell and commented on how delicious it all was as his attendants continued her tortures.

Still, she had been able to push through the pain in her aching belly because she knew the Dark Council would not let her starve to death. They wanted a puppet, a weapon. And a weapon was no good to them if it was dead.

Acina was different. The Empress would often use machines to inflict pain. Amarra recalled one particularly painful session when surgical droids had been brought in. They had cut into her flesh with the sole purpose of inflicting as much pain as possible and they had indeed caused her unbelievable levels of suffering. That had been one of the first times when her voice had given out from screaming.

Some small part of her brain that was still capable of rational thought was grateful that she had previously destroyed the Ravager and her sire’s Arcanum. She shuddered to think of the ancient torture devices that Acina might have had access to if she had not destroyed the station.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Occlus grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up.

A small whine slipped past Amarra’s lips as she was forced to stare into the rattataki’s eyes.

She was met with an all too familiar smile that sent a chill down her spine.

“How nice to see you again, Wrath,” Occlus spoke casually as if they were meeting over drinks.

Amarra didn’t bother trying to respond. Once, she might have spat in Occlus’ face but now she barely had the strength to keep her eyes open.

“Ah, I forgot,” Occlus chuckled. “You’re a woman of few words.” She then pulled a knife from her robes and plunged into into Amarra’s side, grinning at the writhing and cry of pain it caused.

Gasping, Amarra tried to focus on cataloging her new injury. The blade was still in her. Fortunately, it seemed to be short so the wound was relatively shallow. Good. She hated being left to slowly bleed out from deeper wounds.

“Now before we begin, I brought you a gift!” Occlus spoke in a cheerful tone as she reached into her robes for the Imperial ID tags.

Though she didn’t want to, Amarra raised her head. It was better than having Occlus grab her by the hair again.

But as soon as she saw the ID tags in Occlus’ hand, she wished she had just kept her head down.

Biava, Amélie

It was as if Occlus had just reached into her chest and ripped out Amarra’s heart.

No. No, no, no, NO!

She thrashed in her restraints and let out a broken scream of anguish and frustration.

It wasn’t possible! Amélie had fled! She had escaped with Vette, Jaesa and the rest of her allies before the Council’s trap sprang shut!

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to sob. She desperately wanted to reach out with the force, to try and touch Amélie’s mind. To see if she was safe. Or to confirm that she was...

But she couldn’t.

If she reached out then Occlus would take advantage of the opening and Amarra’s mind would no longer be her own.

A ragged sob did escape her this time.

There was nothing she could do.

Occlus had her trapped and she knew it.

The rattataki grinned impishly and pulled additional knives from her robes. “While you try to determine if I am lying or not, why don’t we see how many of these I can stick you with before you pass out?”

Amarra got to thirteen before her weakened and grieving body gave out for the first of many times that day.

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It was at that moment Thanaton knew he done fucked up

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The Coruscant Aegis and the Empire’s Fury

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If I had a nickel for every time an up and coming Sith took a former Jedi as an apprentice, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

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She might have made a slight miscalculation in her plan

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The hate is definitely flowing through them.

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Canja was pleased beyond imagining at the success of the Silencer weapon’s test. It gave her some real power in the Empire and gave her allies within the military. More than anything else, this was what gave her hope that she would be able to survive Thanaton and existing in the Empire.

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The Wrath and Darth Occlus. Somehow both were trusted allies of Darth Marr despite not caring much for one another.

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Knock knock Thanaton. You have a visitor.

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Stop running away so she can stab you!

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Trying out the Andronikos romance and I was not prepared for just how sweet it is.

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Round One, Fight!

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Finally have a canon eight. Took a long time to figure out a BH but I like the person I’ve made.

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Character models getting force pushed will always be funny. 

Here we have Canja apparently after being bitten by a radioactive spider and testing out her new web slinging and wall crawling powers.