#swtor chance

[dingoat]

An absolute delight to draw for @queen-scribbles, her Ody and Chance experiencing a bit of a noteworthy romance! My gosh I love drawing characters in the rain.

[spitzobsessed]

Hey, if you're a sucker for Imperial Agent feels, brainwashing feels, Empire vs Republic ideals feels, and all the good (very bad) vibes from the Cipher's story, might I recommend this magnificent fic on Ao3

The short premise: Cipher is so fucked up you'll be surprised, but Chance turned iut to be less of a coward, SIS command got an unexpected problem on their hands, and Republic's best mind-healers are Jedi, so

Barsen'thor is really really cool in this. Like, 12/10 perfect jedi we should have more of those in the Order

[vespertine-legacy]

[screams in Imperial Agent]

[parseolegacy]

The idea of my inquisitor growing his hair long while my main is napping in carbonite popped into my head and completely derailed me from Huevember... Ekkon looks so distinguished now compared to the cranky gremlin he used to be 🥺 They grow up so fast...

[sealeneee]

what's this. this bitch writes sometimes.

fandom: swtor

«failures», 762 words, pg-13, gen

warnings: swearing, suicidal themes, possible ooc

characters: theron shan & katona nardanna (oc); don't tag as ship

if you notice any typos/mistakes please let me know

Night has long fallen on Odessen as the Commander effortlessly steps over the railing of the base's roof. Carefully keeping her balance at the very edge, she grabs the banisters behind her, flinching at the coolness of the metal. Someone with a less grim mood would probably admire the starry void above.

"Going somewhere?"

The man's voice is rather casual for the situation he's facing. Katona smirks. At least he knows better than to get all teary-eyed at her.

"Yeah, wanted to go grab some bantha milk."

"What, you'd leave your kids all alone? I knew you were capable of cruelty, but that seems excessive even for you."

"«Kids», hah. Half the base's older than me, Theron."

"Aww, we're all still your little ducklings. Don't be silly."

The half-sincere, half-sarcastic tone of the conversation doesn't change. It has always been like that for them — masks of fake cheer not strong enough to cover the bleak nature of the conversation, but enough to chase away the heartrending unease of talking about your feelings.

"Seriously, though. What's bothering you? No promises on a resolution, of course, but I can offer things like getting blackout drunk or wreaking havoc."

"I already do the latter almost on a daily basis, Shan."

"True. So?"

"So."

The silence stretches for a couple minutes. It's never truly quiet — the soft hum of the electricity and the distant sounds of the local wildlife fill the void.

"I just feel like... like I'm running in circles. Powerless. Chasing shadows. Grasping at the faintest leads, and feeling them slip away from my fingers. I've accomplished nothing so far."

"Tona. You have an entire military base under your command."

"That was all Lana. I didn't even know it existed", she gestures at the buildings below them. "I didn't even want to lead this! But as usual, nobody else can, blah blah, it falls to me." The dramatic offense in her voice is insincere, playful.

"Right. And the killing of the Emperor was Lana too?"

"No, but if you didn't notice," she taps her temple, "that wasn't very successful either."

"Jeez. You really find a way to undermine all of your achievements."

"I'm just stating the obvious. I've failed spectacularly in many aspects of my life." Katona chuckles and shifts her weight, still balancing on the edge of the building. "Yet somehow that hasn't stopped people from assigning more shit to me."

"I don't see how most things in your life can be categorized as «failures»."

"Let's go through the list, then. Getting rid of the Emperor? Certainly didn't work out. Stopping his kids? Work in progress. Makeb? Not sure, but I was chewed out by Saresh anyway–"

"Hey, as if she doesn't chew everyone out for every onething."

"Not the point. Still wasn't a good result. You know what else wasn't a good result? Fucking Ziost."

Theron's face darkens at the mention of the Imperial world. The failure of that operation can't be attributed to a single person, but he always seemed more affected by it than the rest.

"Anyway", Katona continues, not pausing to take a breath, "you get the point. I've failed many times. Guess the biggest failure is at being a Jedi — don't think I need to elaborate that one to you."

"No, you don't. But you know what?", he steps closer to the rails, "you're not the only one who failed at being Jedi here, Tona."

Katona turns to look at him, her expression skeptical. What he said is somewhat true, but the circumstances couldn't be more different. Theron doesn't stop at that.

"From one failed Jedi to another, let me tell you this. It gets better. Not quickly, that's for sure. But it does. And for days when it doesn't, I'll be here for you. And I'm sure I'm not the only one who shares the sentiment."

She doesn't answer him for a bit. When she finally does, her voice is softer, almost a whisper.

"Thanks." She smiles gently, turning her head to look at him. "So that's what we are, huh?"

"Yeah. Two nocturnal fuck-ups standing on a roof in the middle of the night."

Katona snorts.

"You came here of your own volition."

"Yeah, and now my volition says we're both leaving. You need at least a few hours of sleep."

Theron outstretches a hand, and Katona takes it, hopping back over the metal fence. The stars above them are just as uncaring, and the night air is just as cold, but something about the atmosphere doesn't feel as hostile and unwelcoming anymore.

[darth-bagel]

—Jedi Tivan'n, Jedi Tivan'n, Jedi Tivan'n—

[theophexislegacy]

Posting some screenshots I took when I played the last swtor patch because they did such cool work on the props and environments that I spent most of my time going "Oooooooh aaaaaaaah" while looking at computer consoles with buttons and little bowls and cups and computer chairs

[sheyshen]

i think the main issue i'm having with veilguard atm is that they're sharing too much. there's too many things too many spoilers (no matter how minor) too many reveals and peaks that it's kinda dampening the hype so close to release. before the peak at the CC keep people were theorizing what might be important what might come up. there was talk and people looking forward to getting their hands on the game and CC and now there's just disappointment especially from people who don't really like solas all that much. we knew he'd be a focus in the story (since it was called dreadwolf originally after all) but with the preview having such small things and the focus just being "did your inquisitor kiss him? did they want to save him?" for sure feels like a reduction of what the inquisitor was in the previous game and how they could impact veilguard's story to "does solas like like you y/n." (which feels ironic honestly)

idk. i'm still looking forward to playing but seeing the 180 from so many fans after the latest reveal is quite something. I'm not saying BW should be secretive about the details, especially after a decade of development, but yea i get how so many people have kinda started losing that excitement for the next iteration of the series after having the previous 3 be so interconnected in little personal ways and now knowing this one won't be. while i get there's a lot of choices that have been made across the games that wouldn't make sense to import, what was the point of including the inquisition portion of the keep? just to have a little sheet of what options you made? that's it?

i'm sure this has been said a million times but just kinda getting my thoughts on it out. the game will probably still be good, the story fun, the gameplay engaging, but it does feel like they're going for a sort of reset of the series with this one and i can understand the mixed feelings about it.

[glass-warehouse]

spent my evening making this little thing, which I'm sure someone must've done before

it's a Chiss namemaker!

I know there are others online, but I always felt like I couldn't quite do what I wanted to on those. this should scratch that particular itch

LINK: [ Chiss Name Format - SWTOR.xlsx ]

(The link will take you to a OneDrive Excel spreadsheet. It should work on mobile as far as I've tested it :) )

Please bear in mind that the nature of a OneDrive file means that all edits and changes are public, and a history of those changes is catalogued. A level of respect for both me and anyone else who uses the file would be appreciated. Thank you!

[adahlenan]

I'm gonna be evergreen.

[queen-scribbles]

Nothing But Time

I figured out a title, yay! Next installment of Ody/Chance, where, despite my best efforts, I had to give them a... pretty long gap between visits. >.> Post-Shadow of Revan. ---

The list of names was starting to blur.

Odessa paused, blinked her eyes back into focus, and continued. She was almost done. The only level of sorting on the roster of Revanite traitors was Imperial versus Republic, no further categorizing by branch of service or alphabetical or anything. Which meant if she wanted to verify the (lack of) results to her targeted search, she had to read the whole damn thing.

So she did. And when she finally tossed the datapad aside, it was with a satisfied smirk accompanying her headache. It wasn't there. She'd recognized some of the names from files or past missions, but she hadn't seen the only one she cared about.

Sollen Rieves was not on the list.

Odessa stretched and massaged the headache knotting between her brows. Not that she'd ever really thought he was, but some part of her couldn't let go of the paranoia Intelligence drilled into her. It brought a sense of triumph that paranoid sliver had been wrong and she could prove it. After finishing the stretch, she reached for the datapad again. Reading might be the last thing her eyes wanted to do, but her heart wanted to devour the handful of messages again. She usually deleted them after reading, but circumstances being what they were hadn't brought herself to do so with these yet.

---

Dessa, I'm not going to ask what you were doing on Manaan, just wish I'd been there to see you. Far as your question, I never worked with Shan, but from everything I can find he seems solid. I'd say you can trust him. Maybe ask Ardun? Funny thing, when I was poking around his file, it looked like I wasn't the first, and whoever it was tried to hide it. Whatever you're into be careful, okay? I still owe you a drink. ~S

---

I know you said you won't be able to answer and might not even see this but please at least try to be careful. It's been a year, Dess. Our last visit can't be our last visit, you know? I appreciate the attempt to keep me safe, but if it's that dangerous I'm going to worry about you pretty much every day until I hear something. Miss you. Sol

---

Odessa, if you see this, I'm not on Coruscant anymore. I'm finally recovered enough the powers that be are ready to start the 'easing back into normal life', never mind that I don't know what that means anymore. I'm at a limited-oversight facility on Aurea. Coordinates and address attached in case you're alive and done whatever made you go dark. You can visit whenever. Miss you. S

---

The shuttle bleeped final approach as she finished, and Odessa tucked away the datapad to handle the landing. It was uneventful, security far more lax than she expected. Navigating the planet was also much simpler than Coruscant, so it was no time at all--and still far too much--before she was standing in front of the door. His door.

She took a deep breath but didn't fidget as she reached to press the door chime.

It echoed inside the small house and was answered with a muffled, "Come in, it's open."

Brows arched, Odessa keyed the controls to open the door. He really should be more careful. She stepped inside and her heart lodged in her throat at the sight of him, bent over a datapad to finish something.

"You really should keep that locked, Sollen," she said, smiling faintly when he flinched and looked up at her like he was seeing a ghost. "Anyone could wander in."

"Dessa-!" The datapad clattered to the floor as he bolted to his feet. His steps were noticeably uneven, but Odessa barely cared enough to clock it. His arms went around her, desperately tight, and she hugged him back with equal fervor.

"Stars, I mi-"

Sollen cut off her fervent whisper with a kiss, and she hummed her satisfaction with the choice as his finger tangled in her hair and she dropped her bag so hers could tighten in the back of his shirt. She may have been planning to do the exact same thing, so she was more than happy to melt into the kiss and return it until they parted for breath. She was dimly aware of the door sliding closed behind her.

He let out a shuddering breath, one hand still cupping her cheek. "Sorry, I-I... A year and a half, Dess."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but you don't need to be," Odessa murmured. Her hands settled on his hips and she leaned her forehead to his. "It was a very good, very overdue kiss. And a lovely way to be greeted, I might add."

Sollen chuckled bashfully. "Good to know." He pulled her in close again, as if afraid she'd vanish if he let her go. "I'm glad you're alright," he mumbled into her hair.

She smiled against the side of his neck. It made an indescribable tangle of emotion surge in her chest to have someone care this much. Even her parents hadn't been so open about it. It was nice.

And she was quiet long enough dwelling on that he pulled back and studied her face, worry in his eyes as he searched hers. "You are alright, aren't you?"

Odessa nodded and smiled, resting one hand on his jaw. The scarring that had pocked his cheek was so faded now you could only see it if you knew to look. "I'm fine." She brushed her thumb over faint roughness, unsure if it was scars or stubble. "Things were... harrowing for a while, but it's done and I emerged unharmed." Well, mostly. But the dislocated shoulder had been an easy fix, he didn't need to know about that.

"Can you... tell me about it?" Sollen asked. "Or is it something classified or..."

"Oh, no, it wasn't even an officially sanctioned mission, for the most part. I can talk about it, if you have the time."

"I have nothing but time," he said with a wry laugh. "They're deciding this week about reclassing me, so I'll know my new role soon, but for now? All the time in the universe." He stepped back and turned to head for another room. "I can get you something to drink. How much... how long can you stay?

Odessa bit her lip. She was vey keen to see his reaction, knowing their time together had previously been measured in hours. "If you're alright with company... a couple days."

Sollen's bad knee buckled and he grabbed the doorframe for support. He looked back at her with wide eyes. "You're serious?!"

She nodded and stepped closer. "I wouldn't joke about this, Sol. Not when our time together has been so scant. All my crew are on various assignments that will take several days, and I told my superiors I'm tracking some important information." A grin. "They don't need to know it's personal information rather than anything official."

"In that case..." His smile lit his whole face. "I'll make tea and you can fill me in on what was so dangerous you had to drop off the face of the galaxy for six months."

"Wouldn't have figured you for a tea drinker," Odessa commented idly, watching as he crossed the small kitchen. He was much steadier on his feet than when she last saw him, even with the limp.

"I didn't used to be, but hospital drink options are limited, and there's a lot of meds that don't mix well with caf. Gets boring to only drink water after a while." Sollen wrinkled his nose sheepishly as he set water boiling and reached into a cabinet. "There's honestly only a couple I like, so it's not much variety, but it's better than nothing."

Odessa chuckled, nudging out one of the chairs at the small table to settle in. "Most tea drinkers, in my experience, have a few favorites they tend to stick to, you're hardly alo--" Her brows shot up at the familiar dark purple canister he set on the counter. "Is that...?"

He nodded, still sheepish. "You'll have to tell me if I make it right; it wasn't easy to get my hands on, so I only tried brewing it once. Didn't want to waste it experimenting." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Pretty sure there was something off about my attempt."

"It is both a little tricky to make, and an acquired taste if you don't grow up with it." She pushed out of the chair with a smile, coming to lean back against the counter next to him. "I could just help make it."

"Advice only; I wanna go through the steps myself so I know what to do," Sollen said, retrieving the rest of what he needed.

"Fair," Odessa nodded, studying his profile as he worked, her thoughts abuzz with the fact he'd remembered her favorite tea from one offhand comment in one letter over a year ago, made in conjunction with wishing to decompress after a hard day. "First thing, the water's not as hot as for most tea or it gets too bitter..."

She walked him through the steps, advice only, struggling not to get distracted by him being so close after so long. Considering he lost his train of thought a few time when their eyes met, she wasn't alone in that. Finally, both with cups in hand, they settled at the kitchen table.

Odessa picked at the side of her mug. "I hardly know where to start..."

Sollen shifted in his chair, leaning against the wall behind him. "The assignment that wrecked our plans last time might be a good place."

She huffed a laugh through her nose. "I suppose it would. I was so close to escaping Imperial entanglement for a while, Sol..."

---

With her meeting done, Odessa was free of obligations and could use the next week or so to attend to personal matters. Personal matters, in this case, being a certain recovering SIS agent she hadn't seen in entirely too long. Almost a year.

She almost ignored the astromech beeping furiously as she headed up the stairs to her hanger access on Vaiken. Later she would wish she had. But she stopped. She gave it her attention. And her heart sank to her toes as 'A7-M1 honored to meet Imperial legend!' turned into 'you = prepare for incoming transmission' and watching her precious free time co-opted by the grandiose hinting of a Darth's plan to shake the Republic. Because those weren't a credit a dozen.

She wanted to scream. Instead she smiled, promised to meet him soon, and paused to dash off a quick message.

Sorry, Sol, I've been tapped for an assignment it would raise suspicion to refuse. Still coming, just delayed a couple days. Miss you. x Dessa

The mission, of course, made a liar of her.

Attacking Tython, of all planets, made Republic security impossibly tight, and their own assault on Korriban she had to help shake meant Imperial scrutiny was the same. She and Sollen were stuck in the limbo of their love lived through letters and she hated it. She hated admitting there was no way she could get past both their governments' security to visit him, hated reading and deleting his letters so there was no risk of trouble, hated she was stuck as Imperial-but-not-really. She hadn't heard from Ardun since their run-in on Alderaan.

She hated even more going no-contact a few months later.

But she was neck deep in rooting out a conspiracy, with no idea who could be trusted, watching her allies go off-radar to escape the targets lazed on their backs. This was the only way to really keep him safe.

Sollen- Things are getting complicated. And risky. I have to go dark for a while. I probably won't see anything you send me, and I definitely won't be able to answer. I'm sorry and I hate it, but it's the best way to keep you out of this. I can't promise to be safe, or even careful, but I will be thinking about you until I can write again. xDessa

She hesitated a long moment before hitting send.

---

"This is what I get for being on medical leave," Sollen said wryly when she finished her rundown, all the way through Yavin 4. "I'm so out of the loop it's not even funny. I didn't hear so much as a rumble about any of this." He reached across the table, his hand warm from cradling his mug when it covered hers. "I'm glad you came out of it okay, Dess."

"So am I," she said with a half-smile. "They were a determined bunch. I am sorry it delayed me coming to visit for so long, but I didn't want to draw you into their sights while you were recovering." She turned her hand under his to give a squeeze. "And not knowing what capabilities they had made going completely dark the safest choice for a while."

"I'm not upset at you or anything," he said. "Though I did worry something awful just about every day."

"Just about?" she teased.

"Days the rehab was really strenuous I was sore enough to be more worried about me," he returned lightly. "Hope that's okay."

"Perfectly." He thumb rubbed the side of his hand. "It does seem to have helped."

"Much as it could," Sollen agreed wryly. "I think the director might've been pressuring for me to be fieldwork-capable again; they pushed PT really hard and it took forever to classify otherwise."

Odessa arched a brow. "Really?"

"They made it official a few months ago." He circled his thumb around the rim of his nearly-gone tea. "Taris is what, three years back? Four? Shouldn't have taken that long to decide. I'm missing ribs, have diminished lung capacity, not to mention this" --a gesture to his bad leg-- "and you'd think it would have been clear a lot earlier there's no way I'm passing the physical exam for field agent now."

"Sounds like you're alright with that," she commented.

He nodded. "At first I wasn't sure if the relief was from finally having a firm answer or not having to go back to that. But the more I thought about it, the more it was the latter. I think I would've had to give up too much of myself to stay in field work."

"Given that I quite like you the way you are, I'm glad it won't come to that." Odessa took a sip of her (rapidly cooling) tea. It wasn't perfect, but he'd come closer than any other non-Imperial she'd seen make it. "And you said they're deciding this week how to reclass you?"

Sollen nodded again and finished off his tea. "I'm hoping for analyst; I think handler would come with similar problems to being in the field."

"I'll cross my fingers for you," she said with a smile. "...I think that's us all caught up."

"I think it is." He looked at the wall chrono. "Just in time to figure out where you're sleeping if you really can stay a couple days. I don't have a guest room. Wasn't expecting to get much company."

"I really can," she said,, biting back a smile at his disbelief, "and with a blanket and pillow I can sleep on the sofa, it looks comfortable enough."

Sollen eyed her with skepticism regarding her definition of comfort. "You're sure?"

"Yes. I can guarantee I've made do with worse, and it's worth it to spend more time with you."

He looked ready to protest further, but they both knew damn well the only other option was sharing his bed. And neither wanted to be the one bringing that up.

So he sighed, nodded, and pushed to her feet. "I'll get what you need."

Odessa made herself useful tidying up the kitchen while he saw to that. She could hardly believe how much time she could give to this visit, his repeated checking was as understandable as it was endearing. When he returned with the necessary items, she set the sofa to her liking while he ordered in dinner ("I'm not scaring you away with my cooking"). They talked for a few more hours, about nothing and everything, before turning in. At a decent hour that promised a good night's sleep and more time together come morning.

---

Odessa came awake well-rested, not sore, and--best of all--to the sight of Sollen dozing in one of the armchairs. She smiled and nudged his knee with her toes as she sat up.

He jerked awake, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "You're still here."

"That I am," she nodded around a yawn, running a hand through her hair. Her bangs were getting shaggy. "And you're out here."

A sheepish smile. "Woke up, couldn't get back to sleep. Wandered out here to make sure the latter part of yesterday wasn't a dream."

Odessa laughed as she moved to lean against his chair. "No. I'm here, and will be until at least tomorrow unless you kick me out."

His hand slid idly up and down her arm. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"In that case" --she leaned down to steal a kiss, morning breath be damned-- "I'll go make caf."

She could feel him watching her as she padded toard the kitchen, and it was ssuch a comfortable sensation it made her grin to herself.

She was very much looking forward to the next couple days.

[shipping1addict]

On a lighter note~ I have a new WiFi router and can finally play swtor again ^^

[roamingswtor]

Arcann’s VA said on twitter bioware has him back in the booth and I am absolutely foaming at the mouth with excitement for more Arcann content (I assume it will be about that mission you can send him on to investigate a planet around legacy of the sith? But perhaps……. we will get more romance)

[the-tomato-patch]

Koth Vortena

"The roguish charm tip you off?"

[greyias]

a+++ new legacy title with Galactic Seasons 5. Know just which toons need it

[eorzeashan]

i'm gonna admit koth's romance was pretty good but they missed galactic levels of opportunity by not having it feel like you're dating his entire crew too