#swtor one shot

[geekwithacuriousmind]

Servant Two Begins to Question

Surprise @diazuk-legacy ! I was your Secret Santa! I hope you like this one-shot and don’t think I took too many creative liberties with describing Servant Two.

Servant Two never had much of a choice regarding the course of his life. From the moment he was able to serve, he served. Freedom was a forbidden word, discouraged from all of the Emperor’s Hands. In return, the Emperor gave them power—the privilege to be His voice among all His subjects. Their words, in turn, became the Emperor’s word. And in the Empire, that meant power.

Yet the Servants were not foolish to think that power was enough to intimidate everyone in the Empire.

There were some Sith who believed they could do better than the Servants. They thought, in their naivety, that the Emperor’s inner circle worked similarly to their silly power struggles.

They all learned their lesson when the Servants were done with them.

Yet there was one exception: one person, a Sith whom the Emperor forbade to dispose of.

As Servant Two kept a close eye on the Emperor’s chosen, the Emperor’s Wrath, he failed to see what was so special about this Sith.

Why was it that his Emperor chose this Sith above everyone else?

Servant Two knew that even thinking this went against his vow. Their duty was to follow orders. The word of the Emperor was law. His wisdom was beyond the realm of understanding. As much as Servant Two wanted to understand, he knew he would never be able to grasp fully what his Emperor deemed or didn’t deem worthy.

Yet why did his heart ache every time he met with the Emperor’s Wrath? Why did he feel disheartened each time he tried to speak to the Emperor and was met with silence instead? His gaze, which fell on him so long ago— felt so out of range, as if his God was no longer in this realm.

Yet that couldn’t be, could it? He wouldn’t abandon them.

Right?

Servant Two was terrified of the answer. Because just even questioning his Emperor’s presence meant he doubted His power.

Yet it was too late for him. This existence was the only thing he had ever known. It was the only way he could think of surviving.

But could devotion, adoration, and loyalty be enough to hide the truth?

They were still following the orders of a God that was no longer there.

“We live to serve Him,” Servant One told him as if that was enough to eliminate all his fears and doubts. “We must keep his voice alive.”

What is there left to keep alive? he thought.

But rather than saying this, he kept following orders. He kept whispering in the Servants’ minds empty promises and broken vows.

He watched from the shadows as the Emperor’s Wrath stopped following the Emperor’s voice. They knew his ambition would be unstoppable. That his lust for power was unlike any other Servant Two had ever seen.

Yet they believed they could control him. Use him just like they did in the past to eliminate Darth Baras.

They had been wrong. Servant One returned with bruises and a wounded ego after almost being choked to death. With their spy robots destroyed and the Dark Council’s betrayal imminent— it was only now that they realized how weak the Emperor’s Hand had become due to His silence.

They were hunted down and destroyed by those who first sought them to further their selfish agendas. By those who were now in positions of power thanks to their influence and intervention.

Yet there wasn’t much they could do. Not with the Emperor gone. After all, their power came from Him. And without Him, they were nothing.

And would die like nothing, one by one.

It was their duty, after all.

[psychomusic]

meet doctor leptis ferrer, also known as fixer nine!

he collaborated with cipher thirteen on a few crucial missions, but his most important aspect is his research.

his backstory before becoming a fixer + some worldbuilding of his home planet under the cut!

he was born on niamos, that, at the time, was shifting from being a planet with its people inhabiting it to the Space Beach™ we know from andor. amidst this changing environment, little leptis was born.

niamos was divided into three main groups of people. the natives; the tourists, who were growing in number, but only stayed temporarily; and the offworlders who settled down and started to run mainly tourism-centered business. the niamos people, called avile, still ruled over the planet, having their own political organizations that excluded the newcomers. aviles allowed the offworlders to settle down in their certain parts of their lands only because that generated profit through taxes, but they weren't allowed to fully integrate in their society nor leave the permitted areas under any circumstances.

actually, the aviles allowed these settlements rather recently, after a series of revolts in the lower classes. in theory, their system was a democracy - in practice, only rich enough people could afford to become politicians, because there was no retribution for it. so, they decided to allow newcomers to settle in, with a tax, that would be used for the retribution of political positions. the more people started moving to niamos, the more new positions could get paid.

(quick colored sketch of a part of their territory - pardon the ugly af buildings but i hate drawing them)

when the initial wave of new politicians from the lower classes got into the system, they started turning the system into a full, direct democracy, reform by reform. most roles were assigned by casual drawing from a list of volunteers, and no one could keep their chair longer than a year in every position. but, after the initial wave of openness and inclusion, things changed.

initially, there weren't any laws on citizenship or access to politics. it wasn't explicitly said that offworlders couldn't partake in politics, so when they began taking interest in it, with political programs that addressed their needs and problems, the natives started to fear that their flourishing tourism business would change the political balance they had reached. many feared that, in the span of a few generations, the niamos would be governed by the interests of the tourist business, that attracted visitors (and their money) from many star systems.

so, they started to legislate. to be a niamos citizen, one had to be born in a family of niamos people, quite obviously. at first, children born of mixed parents weren't allowed citizenship, and weren't even really a thing. but as the offworlders areas grew larger, and more offworlders settled on niamos, some protests arose.

then, they had to change the legislation. they were a people with a strong and deeply felt culture - they decided to use it as a base to legislate further. the niamos had many rites and trials, and a complex language, called caile. one would become citizen only by successfully passing all the trials, partaking in all the rites, and fully learning the language.

the first trial was a long pilgrimage with a wooden boat (and an animal) to an island. this allowed the child (around 6-7 y.o.) to go to school, where they could learn the language. this first trial was easy for any "full" avilec child to pass, as they traveled around the various islands of their world on a daily basis. offworlders, however, were still confined into one section of a bigger island. this allowed only children who spent enough time sailing with their avilec parent to pass the test.

then, they would be allowed into a school that would teach them how to read and write. the school, though, only taught in avilec language - so, the children already had to speak caile at home, to be able to pass the tests at the end of the year. after that, it mostly got easier - one would study the niamos history, and was asked to partake in every smaller rite that tightened the community and better integrated the new members.

around 18, though, to become a legal adult, there was another trial (here, it granted access to vote and independence. then, as one got older, they'd have to pass a trial to be able to volunteer and be elected for each position - the age grew with the importance of the role, but the difficulty of the trials only decreased). it was a relatively simple trial: it was a boat pilgrimage around every island in the archipelago - something anyone could do.

but leptis failed it.

when he was around 14 years old, he went on a boat pilgrimage with his family to reach a sacred island in front of the offworlders' sector. there, a young sea monster who had lost its way attacked him. he clenched his big jaw on his body - the monster's mouth was big enough to cover his entire torso and get a good grip anyway. as his family panicked, from the shore, some tourists saw the scene and called for help, and help arrived in the form of medics on a speeder and an offworlder with a gun, who shot the beast, who immediately lost its grip on leptis.

the offworlders' hospitals, with special legislation, were open to everyone. it was the only thing the niamos paid a tax for, as they recognized that the offworlders' medicine was better than theirs for some things. they did mostly go to their old medics, but when that failed, they relied on those hospitals as well. knowing that no niamos medic could save their son, his parents allowed him to be taken away with the speeder.

in his parents' eyes, his survival was a miracle, and they accepted it without questions. instead, little leptis began wanting to know how he was saved. so he began studying medicine. he devoted himself to the subject. even as he ruined his connection to the rest of the community (he stopped partaking to the rites - he wasn't forced to go, as both his parents were aviles, and nobody thought a niamos would stop partaking in the rites, so there weren't any rules on that) he kept on studying.

when he turned 18, he had to leave his studies to complete the trial. he was doing well, as everyone always did, until he reached the spot where he was attacked. he never went back there since the incident. suddenly, he relived all of it again, and couldn't move anymore. he was paralyzed by the flashback, and trembled heavily as he realized that there was a wound the doctors hadn't healed. unable to continue, he failed the trial.

no avile had ever failed the trial, but the law seemed clear - he couldn't have access to politics, and wouldn't become an adult. he became an outcast - his peers continued their lives while he was forced out of it, forced to depend on his parents, forever. but mostly, he started to have trouble dealing with the incident like he never had. he was distressed and tense, and couldn't sleep properly. he went back to the medics, and they told him he had ptsd - and that they couldn't do much about it. that shocked him - they saved his organs from failing and stitched his broken body back together in ways that would seem impossible to comprehend, but they couldn't do nothing to heal his hurt brain?

so that became his research interest.

[dingoat]

The Sun

Upright: joy, success, celebration, positivity

[cryo-lily]

I know I've said it in discord convos and such but all things considered I think Issie made it out pretty well from the update.

She got some much needed skin & hair texture updates. Even some of her facial features & scars seem a tad more defined.

(I know I know, in terms of being a miraluka main the character updates didn't have much to f-up on them, so I'm not really one to talk on the update)

[frauleiiin]

Writing Game

Rules: Post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

Thank you so much for the tag 🫶 @serenofroses

Ngl I didn't post right away cuz I wanted to keep working a little more on my fic so the last line I wrote would be better 👉👈 but I've been very tired so I DIDN'T. So I'm gonna cheat anyways and put the FIRST line I wrote for my fic, that way it serves like a little teaser hihi.

It was a calm night in the Old World, on its empty streets, a Chiss woman was walking alone. The air was breezy, yet, she felt like the thousands of lights from the city were warming her up, somehow. She found it curious how the homeworld of such a destructive Empire could feel this peaceful. She began to understand why her friend had exiled himself here..

-Lines from a fic set during KOTFE featuring Rue, my Imperial Agent, who's searching for Kaaydan, my Smuggler, after not seeing each other for years.

No pressure tags: @nekorinnie @izmagicallulu @aeskanera (idk if you write!) @shynmighty and whoever wants to do it!

[kemendin]

Kinda late to be posting but I couldn't wait, I love these shots of my new boy

[queen-scribbles]

Okay, I was weak, I ran the Jorgan date with Tjera, too, for different dialogue testing and regret nothing

OUR ship

OUR. SHIP.

Not her ship. OUR ship.

ahem. moving on (:D) I did the [take it easy] option with her since Keme's too competitive /cough

SIR. That is UNFAIR.

If you go for kissing him on his turn it's a little kiss on the cheek (in revenge for that Smoulder™), he does indeed miss his shot

and you get a bonus smooch out of it. :D That's properly aligned and everything (rip nose kisses, you shall be missed)

Definitely my new favorite date, 20/10, will be running again and again and agai-

[ct7567scyarika]

Alright, I got my first One-Shot done for the “12 Days of Life Day” event, hosted by pickleprickle which you can find here!

Day 1: Mittens

Era: Star Wars the Old Republic (SWtOR), sometime shortly after Class Story ends but before the expansions.

Pairing: Vim “Wildfi’re” (Female Trooper OC) / Aric Jorgan

You can click the Ao3 or read below! Super short, but these will get longer as I get back into my “groove”, so to speak.

Also, during writing this, I thought about starting to try to reference Christmas specials during this and thought about “It’s Christmas Again, Charlie Brown.” The scene where Charlie Brown talks about getting gloves for Peggy-Jean because he wants her hands tied stay warm. (And she’s red-headed so accidental big brain)

Death’s cold fingers brushed against Aric’s face. He jerked back from the tender motion and his wife, also his commanding officer, furrowed her brows and pressed her lips.

“What’s up with you?” she asked, taking full offense.

“What’s up with me,” he responded, grabbing her hands before they could fully retreat and tightening his hold a little when she effortlessly tried to withdraw more, “is that the last time my face felt something so cold was when the snow was sticking on it back on Hoth.” Like other cathar, his body was covered in short hair. While it did provide him with more warmth than some other sentients, it could not shield him from the frigid touch of the human flesh. He shifted pressure through his fingers against her smaller hands, catching how her body relaxed in a silent sigh. “How can someone go by the nickname ‘Wildfi’re’ and have skin like ice?”

“Balance,” was her matter-of-fact answer as she laced her fingers with his. “Sort of applying what the Jedi teach, yeah?”

“How does balance relate to having cold hands?”

“Well, there’s the whole light and dark parts of the Force, bringing balance. In my case, firey nickname, temper, weapon,” she nodded to her meticulously placed flamethrowers on her nightstand, “something’s got to help me keep my cool. Until you showed your Pretty Face, I guess that was my body regulation.”

He rolled his eyes both at the nickname and the reason. Granted she did have more encounters with the Jedi than he did and she had close relationships with those who understood or used the Force; however, all that time conversing with those experts did not aid in presenting her case. It was an astounding puzzle that she could find the right words to rally allies, create a clear plan for an operation, sometimes sway the mindsets of opponents, or find sharp words in verbal combat, but that eloquence was often lost when on the defensive side of a trivial argument.

“Right… I don’t believe they mean it in the way that you described it.” His amused half-smile softened as she brought his hands to her face, planting gentle kisses on his knuckles as she continued the casual conversation.

“Regardless, what we can agree on is that I wear my armored gloves the majority of the time. Physical contact with my skin in our line of work is usually limited between any downtime or hand-to-hand training. You don’t seem to complain about how cold I am very often during either of those activities.”

“I don’t complain much because both activities usually involve some sort of physical exertion that increases body temperature, Vim.” He gave her a look in response to her sheepish grin, caught in trying to redirect her first poor point with another. “Any other time, like when I’m just trying to hold your hands, I say something because it feels like I’m grabbing a snowball.” At this, she brought his hands from her lips to nuzzle them with her cheek. Part of him wondered if she was trying to use her affections as a distraction.

This kiss on his wrist confirmed that, yes, she was doing it with the partial intention that she knew it worked. He lost track of his thoughts as her emerald gaze flashed up toward him, the Coruscant sun, nearing its setting, reflected a warm glow. The golden light highlighted both her hair and the ochre fur on his hands, but while it merely emphasized lighter tones on him, it haloed her wavy red locks in a flaming radiance. The sleeveless turtleneck revealed her skin, scarred by many battles and sprinkled with freckles. Arms that were firmly toned and soft to the touch. His wife, a marvelous blend of beauty and strength.

“Aric.”

He blinked, raising his brows. She repeated her question. “What do you recommend, then? Keep my gloves on?” Her eyes were searching him, she leaned in a little more to catch his answer.

“No, but, I have an occasional solution.” He eased his hands away from her hold, moving to grab a very small bag he had tucked away in one of the nightstands. “A Life Day gift.” Upon receiving the gift, her expression shifted from curiosity to a confused smile.

“Mittens?” she rubbed her thumbs against the soft, fuzzy texture. “I appreciate it Aric, but how are these really different than gloves, other than the material and being almost completely fingerless?”

“The difference,” he began as he reached to start sliding one of the mittens on her (reword), “is that those gloves are to protect your hands. The sole purpose of these is to keep your hands warm.” Once the mittens were on, a muffled clap sounded as he clasped his hands over hers.

“And to protect your face?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “The goal is to retain enough heat so when you do remove them to touch me, there’s less risk of frostbite.” His smirk grew as she scrunched her nose.

“Taking every chance to tease your commanding officer? Very unprofessional.”

“Sure, among all the unprofessional actions going between us, that’s the top offender.” He paused to gather his thoughts. Frequently, Aric had no trouble finding the right words when he wanted to speak his mind, nor did he find it hard to be blunt. When it came to more… sentimental matters, that was where he struggled. His way of showcasing fondness spoke in his actions and a lot of that involved making sure to stay on top of those he cared about to make sure they were to fight and defend; to survive. He had gotten better with Vim, getting more comfortable with using more tender words, however, he still needed a moment to ponder how he wanted to say this. Thankfully, Vim was patient.

The sarcasm melted into a softer tone as he continued to speak. “In this line of work, it’s a call to a life of fighting, hardships, getting messy, taking lives, there’s nothing soft or warm about it.” He took a few steps towards her, guiding her to take a couple of careful steps backward until she sat at the foot of the bed, all while he still held to her hands. “But hey, consider this a small comfort to bring on journeys between missions.”

He reached a hand to brush his knuckles against her cheek, to which she responded by tilting her head against it, and then he curled his fingers into a light fist to tuck under her cheek, lifting her head slightly. The somber, steady sniper felt butterflies in his stomach at the look of adoration in her eyes. They had grown mutual respect as they had worked together, rebuilding Havoc Squad, but he would never know what he did to earn such affection.

“I also want something to keep your hands warm when I’m not around,” he whispered. The implications were dark, but this was their reality. She sighed, and he furrowed her brows as she pressed her lips together.

“Aw, Aric, this gift may give small comfort but it takes my excuse to hold your hand.” She couldn’t keep the disappointed facade, her smiling breaking free again. He smirked again.

“I doubt it has. By all means, keep trying to make those excuses. Just do so before grabbing my face.”

“Fine, fine I got the point,” she rolled her eyes. Her hands slid from the mittens, reaching up in a second attempt to cradle his cheeks; this time he allowed the touch and to be lured downward. Half-opened gazes were shared before closing, their hovering lips closing the distance.

[justiceforc3po]

Vada Z'Elion, former CO of Havoc Squad, Commander of the Eternal Alliance

„People are counting on me - people who can't fight for themselves.

If I fail, they suffer the consequences. So, I can't fail.“

[dirthara-dalen]

At long last, Malgus. He could have cared less why the former sith lord was there just that he needed to be stopped.

It felt too easy to capture the sith. For the first time something felt off about the whole situation. The man was far to confident for his taste. Claiming that his plans have already been set into motion and could not be stopped...that worried him even if he did not show it.

[voidendron]

...It would appear I have more NPC clones than I thought I did.

oops.

the Exarchs are MINE, bioware, mine I say

[ebitenpura]

Eight: stars you are extremely fucking selfish. die

Colonel Korrd: I am 32 years old

Korrd was quaking in his boots here which was incredibly satisfying given that it looked like he was seconds from shitting his pants, but to rub it in further, Eight chose to blackmail him. Not in the 'give me all your stuff' way, but the subtle veiled threat that said I will collect. I'm really mad I didn't get any screenshots of that moment because Eight's look was outright murder.

Honestly Eight was so intimidating here that I thought Korrd was about to cry when he said he understood, lol. Like his voice was so trembly and lightheaded, kudos to the VA who got across his sheer terror underneath his Imperial restraint.

It's no secret that Eight hates wastefulness, but my god does he really love putting the screws to people and making them sleep with one eye open.

^ Eight when Korrd asks if he did it out of the goodness of his heart

[liaprime]

This Life Day she was my ice queen ❄️

Alternative caption: ♪ Last Life Day I gave her my heart ♫

[miraluking-respectfully]

How Tall are the SWTOR Boyfriends?

This was written some months ago, but the Theron Height Poll has inspired me to actually post it.

Basing my metrics around 1) the average male height in the USA where I live (5'9" or 1.75m, according to google) 2) what would be funniest or cutest when matched to their personalities and dynamics with the player character. Bear in mind: I am not operating under the assumption that being a short man is something to be ashamed of (it isn't in the real world and it isn't in Star Wars), but some of the husbands in this video game have personalities that are...enhanced by engaging in a little playful stereotyping. You'll see what I mean.

Jorgan: 5'11-6'/~1.8m, hovering somewhere in the above average range. It makes him more intimidating to the average private who makes the mistake of getting his attention, but by the same token, more charming when he warms up to the Trooper and proves himself just a big fuzzy kitty. With a big fuzzy sniper rifle

Andronikos: 5'6ish, 5'7ish (~1.7m), hard to tell because he slouches. He only really stands up straight when he's trying to be a big tough guy

Quinn: 5'7"/1.7018m. No ambiguity because his posture is perfect. Alternate Interpretation: However tall your SW is, he is exactly 6 centimeters shorter. Come Here Elbow Rest

Doc: 5'4"/1.6m. No, not because I think his womanizing personality is him "overcompensating"; in fact Doc's height is only ever an advantage in his romantic conquests. He comes on so strong that him being particularly tall might be intimidating. But nah, he's just a little birthday boy, so the hot people in his orbit let their guard down, allowing him to get in close and hit 'em with a pickup line related to his medical expertise. Being small also means he's harder to hit when helping retrieve wounded resistance fighters from the battlefield #BalmorraForever

Felix: 5'11"/~1.8m, he gets an ABOVE AVERAGE height bc he is an ABOVE AVERAGE husband can I get an AMEN

Torian: You ever met a high school freshman and been fucking shocked that children are allowed to be so enormous? The kid's like, 14 years old and shot up like two feet over the summer, and it feels illegal? That's Torian. He's 19 and he's been 6'2"/~1.87m for the past five and a half years, but he's still a little gangly and the only reason he knows how to control his extremely long limbs is he's literally a trained fighter. Alternate Interpretation: If your BH is taller than 5'10, he's 5'10 exactly

Corso: 6'/1.82m. I know I just said negative associations around short men don't exist in The Galaxy Far Far Away, but Corso seems like the kind of guy who would somehow independently develop a complex about his height, if he was short. The fact he doesn't means he must be tall

Vector: God, I really wanted to make him on the shorter side of average to pair with his mild-mannered personality and contrast the more unusual elements of his speech and his eyes, but his sleek character design makes him feel tall when I'm looking at him. He's also the only LI I've drawn beside one of my characters, and I just sort of unconsciously made him tall because my agent is kind of short, and it looked appealing. Results inconclusive; some boyfriends can grow as tall as starships while others can be as small as mites

Arcann: 5'8"/1.72m. (Thexan was 5'9")

Theron: No taller than 5'9"/1.75m. Theron seems like a pretty normal guy when you meet him, until he reveals himself to be an insane little freak (affectionate), so giving him the most Average Height Possible feels correct.

Koth: However tall Lana is, Koth is exactly 2 cm shorter.

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk. I encourage spirited debate in the replies. Girl LI Height Opinions still percolating

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 10 -- Rivals

SWTOR

Time: Shortly after Chapter 3, 13 ATC (3640 BBY)

~~

“You know, we were friends, once!”  Eva Corolastor raised her blaster toward the sky, elbow bent.

She and Vaz Traniff whirled around, backs to each other and began to count off the necessary steps.

Akaavi Spar silently kept track of both sets of steps.  She was the referee here. 

“We were partners on a heist,” Vaz corrected her.  “You were a good one.  Until I realized the split wasn’t so even.”

“I have a mighty fine eye for expensive things.  Sorry your talents lie elsewhere…”  Eva couldn’t stop the impulse.  “I hope.”

Out of the corner of Eva’s eye, she saw Risha facepalm.  Corso and Guss hunched over, giggling. 

Bowdaar paced.  He did not like Little Girl taking risks that his life debt couldn’t safeguard. 

The Cathar growled loud enough for Eva to hear him, even at fifteen paces.  “I need to duel you.  My reputation depends on it  – it’s one thing to get scammed by some punk.  It’s another to lose out to the person that became the kriffing queen of the underworld.  I’m no stepping stone!”

“Come work for me.  You and Combo can get a decent piece of the action –”

“I really might like that better than a shoot-out!”  Combo’s nervous voice piped up from the sidelines.

“Let’s just get this done.  Ok, 15.  Now what, Spar?”

Eva finished her 15th pace. 

“On my count of 3 – turn and fire.”

“Are we turning on 3 or shooting on 3?”

“Or are we waiting til 3, then turning?’

Akaavi huffed.  “I will say 3.  Then you will turn around and then you will fire.”

Eva let her free hand drop, let her limbs loosen up, let her head hang. 

“1.”

Dammit, she didn’t want to kill him.

“2.”

But if this was about rep – well, getting spaced while dressed as the Voidhound was the worst way to go.  So it had to be him.

“6!” 

The tension broke with Guss’s outburst.  Eva didn’t look but she did lift her chin up to laugh, all the while waiting for Akaavi to restart the count (and Bowdaar to firmly clamp a hand over Guss’s mouth.”

“1.”

Silence.

“2.”

Silence

“3!”

In a whirl of greatcoat and large hat, Eva spun, seeking that furry, sizeable center of mass.  Once she saw her target.

ZAP

ZAP

Eva didn’t flinch as her rival’s bolt seared past her ear.  It did sting a little that he had shot to kill.

But Eva had shot to win, and she saw her bolt knock Vaz right off his feet. 

A cheer went up from her sideline as she holstered her blaster.  Immediately, the Voidhound stalked over to inspect… her kill?  That was a good question.

A groan erupted as the Voidhound cast a shadow over Vaz.  “You got me.”

“How bad?”

Vaz carefully plucked his burnt shirt away from  ---

Not a wound.

“I had beskar vest fitted.”

Eva put her hands on the hips.  “And you didn’t tell me?”

“You got all that blastweave,” Vaz complained.

“So you aimed at my head.”

“The hat’s all armored up too.  I can see that.”

He wasn’t wrong.  “So, I gave you the opportunity to save your rep, and I think you did that.”

Vaz pushed himself into a sitting position, cringing all the way as Combo finally rushed over.  “I lost.”

“You took a shot from the Voidhound and lived,” Akaavi stated the obvious, which sounded way cooler when it came from her.  “But you did lose.”

“The question is what do I get.”  At Vaz’s objection, Eva reminded him, “I don’t get the same ‘nice try’ you do.  I think I want something more….touchable.”

Vaz’s eyes lit up.

“I think you mean ‘tangible,’” Risha butted in. In one swift move, she stooped just low enough to grab Vaz’s beskar vest.  “I can alter this to fit you.”

Eva paused.  “I can work with that.”  She offered her hand to Vaz.  “And you can still work with me.”

And that’s how Eva got her first beskar vest and her friend back.

~~

@fluffyfebruary

[kemendin]

The edge of the galaxy