#weequay oc

[xanthouransong]

Buddies for FacetMage on AF!!

[nun-draws]

F is for friends who make weapons of war together! ft Musashi ( @mr-ratz )

[bobafettuccini]

Tagged by @spaceydragons ! Thank you!!

I'm just gonna talk about the Silver Needle Smugglers for this since they're the only star wars ocs I have (and the ones I have the most art for).

Favorite oc: Scarlet! She is like a chewtoy to me :]

Newest oc: Of the SNS, I think it's either Hal or Bear. I'm not sure. At this point, both have been around for about a year - year and a half.

(Above: Hal. Absolutely amazing art by @kkrazy256)

Oldest oc: Scarlet is the first member of the SNS to be created, but in terms of actual age, its Al'verde.

Meanest oc: Probably Gambit. He's been through a lot and has a tendency toward cold calculations. The crew (especially his vod'ika Bear) has been good for helping him open up and melt the ice around his heart.

Softest oc: Bear. He's still a kid, so he's fairly naive. Little guy has an earnest, kind heart.

Most standoffish/aloof oc: Scarlet, but this is mainly because she has no idea how to talk to people (autistic queen). For a medic, her bedside manner is abysmal.

Dumbest oc: Does Stinky the tooka count? He has less than a single braincell, bless him.

Smartest oc: In terms of formal knowledge, it's B33-T13 (pronounced like Beetle!). Hal's explorer droid has permanent access to the space internet. In terms of experience/street smarts, Hal and Capt. Haart are about equal.

Horniest oc: Hal. Easily.

OC I'd bang: None of them, I am ace 💜

OC I'd be besties with: I think I'd get along well with both Scarlet and Gambit. They're both fairly quiet people like myself, and we three share many common interests like art, reading, and nature.

Tagging: Whoever wants to join in! I'd love to hear about your ocs!

[river-mort]

My fav oc he's just different shades of black

[cakbanedraws]

some doodles for @mr-ratz >:3

Hondo was complaining in front of Aurra, because he doesn't want to carry his son., Mushazi. Yeah it's one of mr-ratz OC and I like his design btw Meanwhile, it ended at the last doodles I did hehe

[thebluevipersden]

Yrsa assembled a useful helper for Courier. Since the boy's life is immensely busy, the mechanical animal helps to keep order and does the chores around him, but if necessary, it can also prove to be a useful companion on dangerous missions. The little guy also suitable as a pet, it just needs some charge and sometimes a pat on the head. Our main inspiration behind the droid was the Boston Dynamics' adorable robot dog, Spot. Since they also canonically exist in the Star Wars universe:

Courier: @river-mort 's stunning weequay OC Yrsa: My engineer girl OC The Robo Doggo is our OC with River, it was born during our conversations. 💛

[jgvfhl]

The Number Lads Get A Night Out

Let them have nice things :) The lads deserve some relaxation time and some delicious noodles courtesy of the Noodle Grannies themselves. Please enjoy the shenanigans! Also I'm like. So close to 1000 followers??? Thank you??? 💖✨️

Words: ~6K

Warnings: None! Just happiness

Link to Number Lads Master List.

This list includes the link to the story on Ao3, but I will say that version is about... one chapter behind, but it's catching up.

The Chaos Batch's screen names are as follows:

mayhem_man = Nero

Grim Reaper = Sixes

RedBastard = Thire

beefcara = Bacara

mayhem_man: hello sixes

Grim Reaper: Nero

mayhem_man: I have been informed by one of my ARCs that you are… how did he say it

mayhem_man: “gaslight girlboss gatekeeping” the location of the noodle bar

RedBastard: LSKJDFLKAJDSFLKJSDLKFS WHAT

beefcara: What does that mean??

Grim Reaper: Tell Zero snitches get stitches.

RedBastard: ummmm okay but why are you gaslight girlboss gatekeeping??

beefcara: I would like to repeat my question from earlier. What the kriff does that mean??

mayhem_man: it means sixes has been keeping the noodle bar’s location a secret from all but two of his little number pals, including my ARC Zero.

RedBastard: why?

Grim Reaper: Because I could.

beefcara: girlboss??????????

mayhem_man: which of course is not a good enough reason to deny someone noodles

mayhem_man: I will give you until our next leave to rectify this or I’m bringing Firebolt with me next time we go for noodles

RedBastard: oh gods please not them

Grim Reaper: Why are you so dramatic about this, Nero?

mayhem_man: because i can

Grim Reaper: Understandable, have a horrible day

beefcara: I’m still confused

RedBastard: I’ll explain it when I see you next

-scene break-

The commander had always been cryptic, from the moment Nines had known the man. But this was a new level of enigma. He stared at his comm, reading and re-reading the message in the Numbers group comm from Commander Sixes that had arrived minutes ago when the 212th flagship had come out of hyperspace.

What did it mean?

No one had replied to it yet, probably because Sevenset was busy and no one else knew what to make of it. The entire message read as follows:

DEATH: I know some of you lot are due for leave soon. Go have fun.

DEATH: And Zero: snitch to your commander again, and I’m having words with you.

These messages were followed by an unmistakable series of numbers and punctuation comprising coordinates to somewhere… presumably on Coruscant? Why else would he have mentioned leave, after all.

As it happened, the 212th was on a short leave soon, mostly for resupplying and refitting after their previous missions. Nines would admit, he was curious. He hadn’t looked up the coordinates yet because he’d been busy making sure Ghost Co. was set for arrival out of hyperspace, and he would be busy for some time afterwards as they prepared for transport down to the surface. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t have to, considering the Numbers were some of the nosiest troopers he’d ever met, and he lived with Waxer.

So, he reasoned he could just wait long enough and he would find out exactly what the commander had just sent them.

He didn’t have to wait long.

As his and another squad loaded into a transport ship, his comm pinged, so he switched hands holding the handle above him and opened it.

Double Trouble: wait what is that

Double Trouble: holy shit

high fives: where is that?

#1 Boy: oh I know where that is!

Loopy: fascinating

Double Trouble: IT’S THE NOODLES IT’S THAT NOODLE PLACE ELEVNS WAS THERE

d0nut man: FINALLY

DEATH: Zero.

d0nut man: i mean thank you sir

high fives: oh awesome!! Echo wanna go get noodles??

That caught Nines’ attention. Did the 501st have a break too? Maker help the Guard. He shook his head, putting his comm away for the remainder of the flight. At least Do-si-do would finally get his noodle fix and stop complaining about it in the group comm. And, now he considered it, he might join him in that endeavor. Rations were boring, and if he found the place was actually clone-friendly and reasonably priced, he might have to visit.

Turns out, he didn’t have to make that decision, because within a few hours of Commander Sixes gracing the group with the location of this restaurant, the Numbers had figured out who was going to be dirtside, who had a free evening, and Do-si-do had told everyone in those categories to “be there or be square.”

Well. Nines had been wanting to try these noodles. So he made his way over to Little Sriluur on the chosen night, bringing along Wooley, because it was a rare thing for a trooper to wander through nattie neighborhoods by himself. They arrived at the coordinates an hour or so past sunset, and the street was still brightly lit from neon signs and glowing shopfronts.

Nines was still reading his HUD, watching their coordinates as they approached those specified, when Wooley tapped his arm.

“What?”

“Dude, use your eyes, not your scanner,” he said, pointing up.

A lit sign hanging vertically down the side of a building near the end of the walkway read Noodle Bar with a martini glass at the bottom.

“Oh.”

As they got closer, the entrance appeared, an arched doorway with an awning, and a smaller sign above it that read Sun’s Noodle Bar with a picture of a bowl of noodles underneath the words. A steady number of weequay, togruta, and other races filtered in and out of the door.

“Moment of truth?” Nines asked, eyeing the crowds.

“Sure is.”

When they got to the doors, they got a few odd looks from passersby, but nothing short of brief surprise or curiosity. That was understandable. The nearest barracks were whole kliks away. But when they entered, both of them hesitating briefly before finally removing their helmets (it usually made natties feel better), the server at the welcome kiosk just smiled like they were any other customers.

“Are you here with the other troopers?” he asked, perfectly civil.

“Uh… I think so?” Nines answered.

“They’re all upstairs.” He pointed to their left where a staircase began against the wall, disappearing up into a second floor.

Nines and Wooley exchanged glances. “Thank you,” Nines said, trying his best to mask his uncertainty.

As they walked towards the stairs, he glanced around the restaurant’s first floor. The floor plan was basically square, with a round bar at the center with what must be some kind of lift down to the kitchens and up to the second floor. He saw a shadow rise through the column as they walked, supporting the theory. The atmosphere was nice, the walls painted a warm yellow-orange, with dark wooden tables and chairs, deep maroon booth cushions, and intricate geometric designs inlaid into the wooden furnishings. Strings of small lights hung from the ceiling around the walls, over windows, reaching into the center like spokes on a wheel, and rows of them hung over the stairs, illuminating their journey upward.

The second floor was almost like the first, but smaller by about a third. What was a central bar and service station downstairs now stood against one wall to their far right, and a sliding metal door marked “Authorized Personnel Only” stood beside it. Interesting that it would be on the second floor. The walls here were a shade of lavender, if he had to call it anything, but it was warm and welcoming. The furnishings were largely the same as downstairs, as were the strings of lights, but the wall tapestries were different.

Before he had much of a chance to study them, he heard his name called. Looking around, he found Do-si-do waving at him from one of a pair of tables that stood next to each other at one end of the room. He recognized a few others there, as well as a few clones outside of their little group.

“Okay then,” Nines said to Wooley. “Clone-friendly indeed.”

When they got to the table, Do-si-do got up to greet them, which made Nines realize he’d never actually met him in person before.

“Hey, I’m so glad you could make it,” he beamed, offering a hand, then grasping Nines’ forearm enthusiastically when it was given. “Who’d you bring?”

“This is Wooley,” Nines said, turning slightly. “Wooley–”

“I’m Do-si-do,” the pilot cut him off, greeting Wooley in much the same manner Nines had received. “C’mon, have a seat. This place is wizard!”

They took the empty seats at Do-si-do’s table, mainly because he knew the most people there. Fives and Echo smiled and waved at him and Wooley as they sat down across from each other, and Captain Rex nodded from beside Echo. Fours was seated at the other end of the table across from Do-si-do, surprising Nines with his presence at all. This didn’t seem like Fours’ preferred kind of night out. But, it was probably better than a normal bar.

The other table next to theirs was mostly green. He recognized Zero and Commander Nero from the holocall with the other commanders, which had honestly made Cody smile more than he had in weeks at that point, so Nines could excuse the constructed chaos. The other two 118th troopers took a minute. After wracking his brain, he finally realized one of them had a black handprint tattooed over his mouth. Echo’s “Handprint Buddies” then. What were their names? He’d need a reminder. Commander Sixes and Commander Bacara were there as well. Commander Thire must not have been able to take the evening off with his batchmates.

He brought his attention back to his own table when Captain Rex tapped the table with the side of a menu in front of him. “First drink is on the house,” he said.

“Really?” Nines took the menu, glancing around at the others. Echo had something like a Cosmopolitan, the captain had a clear drink steaming in a red ceramic mug, and Fives had a Sunset with some variation on the typical fruit blend.

“Wow.” Wooley’s eyebrows had gone up as he read the menu. “That’s… a lot of margaritas.”

“They are one of our specialties.” A new voice from somewhere behind Nines’ side of the table caught everyone a little off-guard, and Captain Rex had to work not to choke on his own drink. “Those and the sake, which the captain should drink and not inhale.”

Nines twisted around to follow a weequay woman as she rounded their table to stand at its end, dressed in a soft pink layered dress with blue and red accents. She was old, her brown skin wrinkled beyond that of younger weequays, but her grey eyes were warm and bright, and her long braids were decorated with colored ribbons and metal charms.

“Hello, my dears,” she said, putting down a stack of larger menus in the center of the table. “My name is Mira. I am one of the lucky owners of this fine establishment.”

“Hi,” Nines said. “Are you who we have to thank for keeping Elevensies and Ahsoka Tano alive a while back?” He glanced at Fives, who rolled his eyes. He was still a little annoyed about how that whole episode had played out.

“Not me directly, no,” Mira answered. “My wife Saleha took care of that. She’s more… experienced with those things.” Leaving them to wonder what that meant, she looked to him and Wooley. “Can I get you boys some drinks? First one is on the house. Guests of our commanders are always well taken care of. May I know your names?”

Nines glanced up at the other table briefly. Our commanders, was it? Alright then.

Wooley answered first. “I’m Wooley. A jogan margarita sounds amazing,” he said, setting the drink menu down near the edge of the table. “Salt rim, please,” he added before she could ask.

Mira nodded, then turned to Nines. He glanced back over the menu briefly, but he he didn’t really feel like branching out tonight. “Nines. Corellian iced tea for me, thanks.”

She collected their menus. “Those will be right out to you,” she said, and gave a tiny bow before moving on, drifting to the next table over to stand between Commander Nero and Commander Sixes and hand out menus over there.

Do-si-do pounced on the menus, eagerly opening one and starting to scan the pages.

“Someone’s excited,” Wooley remarked, waiting for Fives to pass him one instead.

Echo snorted. “Yeah, well, someone’s been begging Commander Sixes for the name of this place for weeks,” he said, bumping Do-si-do with an elbow.

“And?” the pilot said, his bleached curls bouncing as he looked up sharply. “Have you seen some of these noodle bowls? The dumplings?”

Nines shook his head, his eye once again falling on the empty seat between Fives and Wooley. Fives’ helmet sat on it, and he’d put a protective hand on it when they’d arrived, like he was saving it. “Are we still expecting someone else?” he asked, taking his own menu as it was handed down.

Captain Rex answered. “Ahsoka said she might be able to join us. So… we’ll see.”

He nodded. “That’s nice. I hope she makes it.” No one had heard anything from or about the former Padawan, and he could imagine her brothers were eager to know she was safe.

He opened his menu.

Holy shit.

He kept flipping, and the menu kept going and going. The appetizers seemed endless, and when he'd finally gotten to the end of those, the soup dishes started and went on for a page and a half. Then there was a section for… raw seafood? He'd heard it was a delicacy in many places, but he'd never seen it himself. After that came a section of stir fry and rice dishes, and he honestly had no idea there was so much you could do with rice and vegetables. He glanced up at Wooley as he turned the next page, seeing his own confusion mirrored in his friend's face. After the stir fry came the famous noodle dishes, and he had to admit, they looked magnificent. But he was after dumplings, where were the dumplings?

“Am I allowed to marry food?” Do-si-do asked. “Because I think I want to.”

“Dude, we’re clones, we can’t even marry a person,” Fives replied with a frown.

“No, he has a point,” Echo said, pointing to the menu. “I’d marry this spiced nuna ramen.”

“You haven’t even tried it yet,” his brother said.

Their captain smirked behind his own menu. “And you don’t know if you’re its type, Echo.”

Echo gasped. “Rex, I am a delight. It is a known fact that I will get a boyfriend before Fives does.”

“A known fact?” Fives demanded, setting his menu down on the table. “Since when?”

Nines shook his head, glancing briefly down at Fours and Do-si-do. The Marine was practically hiding behind his menu, and probably would be until it was taken away. Do-si-do, amazingly, had forgone examining the noodle offerings to lean over for all the gossip he could get from the conversation happening next to him. Typical Do-si-do. When he looked over to Wooley, he saw his friend’s eyebrows were lopsided as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. At least he’d had some experience with the 501st before. Throwing someone off the deep end with those guys was just mean.

Captain Rex cooly sipped his sake. “Since Echo asked everyone in your squad which of you would get a partner first, and everyone said Echo. You were asleep.”

“What?” Fives said, his utter indignation making everyone except Fours smile at least. “When–why did you–what? And since when are you a delight, Echo? You’re a kriffing menace!”

While the conversation descended into batcher banter, Nines leaned forward and told Wooley, “This is why Commander Sixes and his batch call the five-oh-first ‘Rex’s Freaks,’ by the way.”

His friend nodded. “Yeah, I can understand that.”

Finally, when the conversation had truly started going downhill, Captain Rex set down his menu and put a hand on Echo’s head. “Domino. Domino, we’re in a public setting.”

“Echo started it.”

“You took the bait.”

“Domino. Please.”

Echo smirked and went back to his menu, and his captain finally removed his hand from his head. Nines had a lot of respect for Captain Rex, and most of it went towards his abilities to wrangle his troopers and General Skywalker at the same time. Cody had his respect for much the same reason, only it applied to Generals Kenobi and Skywalker, as well as the rest of the 7th Sky Corps. Also Cody was awesome.

While the two ARCs had been having their discussion, Nines hadn’t noticed Commander Nero moving from his seat at the other table until he was already standing near the end of their table. His presence made them all sit up a little taller. Okay, well everyone except Fours, who sat bolt upright immediately. Some things didn’t change.

Captain Rex looked up. “Commander.”

“I’m always amazed at how effective ARC training is on the field,” Commander Nero said.

“Oh, I am too, sir,” the captain said, looking to Domino.

Echo sniffed. “Why Rex, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Fives stuck his tongue out at him.

Commander Nero smiled briefly. “Anyway,” he said, “I wanted to let you all know it means a lot to Mira and her wife that you guys are here. They love having clones around, so if you’re ever on Trip Zip and need somewhere to eat, they’d be thrilled.”

“I’m just glad Commander Sixes finally gave us the location,” Do-si-do said, eyeing the commander at the other table. He must have noticed, because he brought his right hand to his face and very pointedly scratched his nose with his middle finger.

“Yeah, well, he’s a stubborn bastard,” Commander Nero smiled. “We all are, truthfully, just he and Bacara are a bit more petty about it.”

“Banthashit!” Commander Bacara called over. “You’re worse.”

Captain Rex raised an eyebrow at him. But further conversation was interrupted by a cheerful voice from the bar on the far side of the tables.

“A jogan margarita and a Corellian iced tea?”

Nines couldn’t help the smile from forming on his face, and he watched Fives, Echo and Captain Rex all cycle through expressions of shock and disbelief before breaking into huge smiles.

Ahoska came to stand next to Commander Nero, and he moved a little to the side to let her set down the drinks by Nines and Wooley. She still wore her akul headgear, although her Padawan beads were gone, but she seemed happy enough regardless. Her robes and armor had been replaced by a dark red shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants and shoes, and a tan apron tied around her waist where her lightsabers used to hang.

“I had the iced tea,” Nines said, and she set down the glasses in front of each trooper.

Then she darted around Commander Nero to Captain Rex and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. “Hey, guys!”

“Soka!” Fives grinned.

“So this is where you ended up, eh?” Echo asked, reaching up to pat her shoulder when she hugged him.

Commander Nero shrugged. “Well, Saleha took a liking to her, and they’ve always had a spare bedroom in their apartment upstairs, so.”

Ah, that explained it. These women were serial adopters apparently, given the earlier comment about “our commanders.” Good. They seemed like good people. Ahsoka came around the other side of the table as the 118th’s commander retreated to his own, taking the seat Fives’ helmet had been saving for her. She hugged him like she had his brother and captain before she sat down.

“Hey, Commander,” Echo called over, and of course all three of them looked up. They seemed to figure out who it was for, and then only Commander Sixes was paying attention. “Did you know by depriving us of this location you were also depriving us of our little sister–”

“Shut up, Echo.”

Captain Rex snorted. “I’m glad you’ve found a place, Ahsoka.”

She smiled. “Yeah. I guess I kind of have the uh… Numbers here to thank for it,” she said, looking around the table. “If you guys hadn’t found Elevensies and introduced him to Commander Sixes, that whole thing would have been a lot uglier.”

Do-si-do beamed. “Well, you’re welcome for dragging everyone into it.”

Soon after Ahsoka appeared, Mira returned, and Nines finally tried his drink. He had to admit, it was damn good. He nodded at Wooley, who looked just as pleased with his.

The old weequay stood at the end of their table. “Is everyone ready, or should I give you more time?”

Everyone looked around the table, waiting for objections. Nines shrugged. “Looks like we’re ready,” he said. “Do-si-do?”

The pilot nodded seriously. “I was decanted ready.”

Mira smiled. “Aiya, let’s not keep you waiting.” She produced a small datapad and a stylus for it, then looked up expectantly.

One by one, they gave their orders. Ahsoka gave hers without even glancing at a menu, but she had been living here for a couple months now. Lucky girl, from what Nines had seen coming out of the kitchens around them. Perfect spot for a growing carnivore. He himself ordered a dumpling sampler with a side of Shili kybuck soup, and he was very much looking forward to trying everything.

When Mira had collected their menus and gone to the other table, Echo leaned forward to talk to Ahsoka. “So? How is it on the outside?”

She paused, looking down at her folded arms on the tabletop. “It’s… so different,” she said finally. “I mean, of course, I miss you guys, and I miss Anakin and Obi-Wan all the time. I don’t miss getting shot at, though.”

They laughed. Captain Rex raised his cup. “I will drink to that. You’re a lot safer here than with us, kid.”

“Yeah. I still think… I still think leaving was the best thing for me at the time,” she went on, her gaze once again falling. “I was just so confused and… and angry. And I knew the Jedi could have taken care of me–I could have taken some time off the field and did what Barriss did, take some time to recenter but…” She shook her head. “I dunno. After all that scrutiny from the Senate, and what happened to Barriss with those conspiracy theory goons?”

They nodded. They all knew the mixed emotions that had followed the tribunal and general hubbub around the Temple bombing. Ahsoka had faced the brunt of it.

“You’ve earned some time to yourself,” Captain Rex said. “I’m glad you’re getting some.”

She nodded. “How is everything, though? I can’t get the same information I used to.”

Nines shrugged. “War rages on.”

Fives added, “Rex finally managed to get a promotion to stick to Hardcase.”

His captain rolled his eyes and shook his head as Ahsoka’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Really? How?”

This wouldn’t have anything to do with this new rumor Nines had heard, would it…?

The captain spread his hands a little, leaning back in his chair. “The five-oh-first finally has its own demo team. And I appointed Hardcase as their leader.”

“That sounds like a nightmare,” Wooley said.

“It’s insane,” Echo agreed.

“But it’s working!” Fives grinned. “He reports to Jesse, and Jesse works though most of the stupidity by the time Echo gets it, and it’s working!”

“Go figure,” Ahsoka said, smiling along. “Are they any good?”

The captain nodded. “They’re effective, yeah.”

“Happily effective,” Echo added.

“Huh,” Nines said, his gaze drifting over to the 118th troopers. Didn’t they have an entire company dedicated to blowing things up? Firestorm? Something like that. He’d have to pick Zero’s brain about it. Hell, maybe Captain Rex should meet up with their commanding officer to get some advice.

Turns out, he wasn’t the only one on that train of thought. Fives leaned back and tapped one of the Handprint troopers–the other ARC. “Hey, Pixel.”

Pixel twisted around. “What?”

“What’s that name of that group you’ve got that blows up everything?”

Pixel’s brows rose. “Firebolt Company, why?”

Fives gestured to Captain Rex. “Firebolt Company! See, I told you, they have an even bigger version.”

The uninformed newcomer to the conversation shot a confused look at Echo, who explained. “Torrent Company just made our first dedicated demo team, we might need some pointers.”

“Ooh, cool!” The other Handprint trooper had turned around too, his smile distorting the black handprint tattooed over his mouth. Ouch… “How big is it?”

By that point, the other members at the far table had started listening along.

“Why are we talking about Firebolt?” Commander Nero asked, shooting a cautious glance at Commander Sixes and receiving a very eloquent raised eyebrow in response.

“Why are we shouting across a table when we could just move them together?” Commander Bacara said, and he did make a good point.

“Okay, okay, no one likes a know-it-all,” Commander Nero replied, getting slightly confused looks from the other commanders. Then he stood up and gestured to the tables. “Well? Were you just saying things to hear your own voice? Let’s go.”

Luckily for everyone around (and there weren’t many patrons nearby), they were military men, and they accomplished the simple task with nothing short of battlefield precision. Commander Nero gave the orders and directed Zero, Pixel, and the other trooper to help Fives and Echo move the chairs from between the tables, and there would undoubtedly be a little rearranging of seats to be done once the other chairs wouldn’t quite fit on either end. But, the other table had had two empty seats, so the end result wasn’t too squished.

Wooley ended up next to him instead of across from him, and once everyone was seated again, Commander Nero prompted Captain Rex to explain himself, which he did. Largely, the conversation was meaningless to Nines. He had no desire to be much of an officer, or be anywhere near a demo team in the field. But, the captain seemed to enjoy picking the other commander’s mind, and he would no doubt need the advice, from what Nines recalled of the stories about Hardcase.

Beside him, he saw Ahsoka lean over to Echo from where she sat between the two ARCs. “Where are you guys headed next?” she asked, a bit quieter than the conversations around her.

Echo took a drink from his conical glass, glancing around at the other patrons he could see. He finished his scan of the area and set down his glass to trace out words on the table top.

Ringo Vinda.

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes. “Mid-rim, right? Space station or planet?”

“Station.”

She nodded again, her expression sharpening minutely. Battles in space were more dangerous by far than those fought dirtside. One wrong explosion, and a whole platoon could be sucked out into the cold crush of space. She knew that. She was what? Seventeen? Eighteen? And she knew that.

He shook his head, taking a drink himself to shake the concerns that brought. There was no use in them. War was war, and the Jedi had joined.

“Just you guys, or is there another battalion going?” Ahsoka asked, yet another astute inquiry.

Echo once again traced on the table. 962.

“That’s�� Masters Tiplee and Tiplar, right? The twin sisters.”

Twins? Nines had no recollection of learning about any twin generals on Kamino, but his time on Kamino had been a lifetime of battles ago. He knew what he needed to know, and if he needed to know more, he’d take the time to learn.

Echo nodded. “Commander Doom is their CC.”

“Looking like an easy one, or… no?”

The ARC shrugged. “Can’t tell from here. Shouldn’t be terrible, though.” It was impossible to tell if he said that genuinely, or as a way to assuage her regret at being unable to go help them win. Both was just as likely as one or the other.

He paused his eavesdropping when Wooley nudged his elbow. “Why don’t more clones know about this place?” he wondered, looking around. “I mean no one’s even given us weird looks, and there’s almost a dozen of us. Including Domino.”

“That’s a bit harsh.”

“Fine, they’re being civilized, I know, whatever. You get my point.”

Nines nodded his understanding. “I do, I do. I guess the commanders come here often enough for it to be… normal?”

They both looked over to the three commanders.

Commander Nero was still engrossed in regaling some story to Captain Rex, his eyes shining with utter delight as he used his hands to gesture at what could only be a truly thunderous explosion in the narrative. Commander Sixes sat on his other side, deep in conversation with Commander Bacara next to him. They weren’t even looking at each other, the Marines commander looking down at the table top, his finger tracing and retracing the inlaid pattern in the wood as he talked. But he was clearly just as engaged in the conversation as his brother, who was talking fixedly at a point by the stairs. The conversation seemed to concern some level of violence, because he saw the commanders both gesticulate at least once each like they were ripping something apart with their hands.

Regular, sure. Commonplace, perhaps.

“Normal might be a stretch,” he said aloud.

Wooley snorted. “Well, we’re genetically engineered soldiers. What’s normal got to do with it?”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

They didn’t have much longer to wait until the doors of the large lift opened behind the bar and a whole half of the bar swung open to accommodate the large serving carts that arrived. There was a pair of them, the first of which Mira pushed, the cart hovering a few inches off the ground like a landspeeder might. But Nines’ attention rested on the old weequay only momentarily, because behind her, now backlit from the lift as the doors closed, was, by comparison, a towering togruta pushing a similar cart.

Judging by her age and the familiarity with which this togruta manoeuvered around Mira and the tables, this had to be the other owner. He hadn’t learned her name yet, but they made quite the pair together. Mira’s wife was about two feet taller than her, with warm red-orange skin, rich fuschia stripes on her montrals and lekku, and glittering metal and jewels adorning her nose, brow, arms, hands, and lekku. Dark red fabric draped over her shoulder and wrapped around her waist over a long black dress, all embroidered with flowers and small birds.

She came to their side of the table while Mira went to the other side. “Hello, gentlemen,” she said. “My name is Saleha. I believe you’re all ready to eat, yes?”

Do-si-do was literally gazing at the steaming plates and bowls. “Yes, ma’am.”

She laughed a little, and set about naming the dishes to get them handed out as soon as possible. When she had finished setting out the bowls and other dishes, including little bottles and bowls for various sauces, she asked, “Does anyone want cutlery instead of chopsticks?”

Nines blinked, looking down around his bowl and plate and realizing there were no forks or knives, just… two sticks and a spoon. He saw Wooley doing the same beside him. Looking up and around, he saw the three commanders with their gloves and vambraces off, skillfully manipulating their noodles around with the chopsticks like they’d been doing it for years.

Lucky bastards probably had been.

“I’d like some,” he said, giving a somewhat sheepish smile.

“Yeah, me as well, ma’am,” Wooley added, and Captain Rex and Echo followed suit.

Saleha put down forks and knives wrapped in red napkins for them, then moved away, pushing the cart back to the lift with her wife. Nines saw Echo’s face pinch into a little frown as he unwrapped his fork.

Ahsoka asked what he was wondering. “I thought you knew how to use chopsticks, Echo.”

“Yeah, I do,” he said, “but ever since getting all those burns up my arm, it’s not very comfortable.”

“Well, you’re still better at it than me,” Nines offered. “I never even learned.”

Echo smiled, twisting a bundle of noodles onto a fork and blowing on them to cool them down. “Fives kept dragging me to these takeout places where they handed ‘em out. We got curious and looked up how to use them on the ‘net.”

He nodded back, sipping tentatively at a spoonful of soup.

Oh wow, that was good.

Everyone must have thought similarly, because the table was almost entirely void of conversation as everyone started eating. He was a little glad the soup had some spice in it, so he couldn’t inhale it in two seconds the way his brain and stomach were wanting him to do.

Wooley, who had also ordered some dumplings, reached to take one of the bottles of sauce Saleha had delivered with their food. “What is this?” he said, turning it to read the label. He looked up across the combined tables. “Commanders?”

The three looked up at the same time, which was kind of amusing.

Wooley held up the sauce. “What are these?”

Commander Nero answered. “Oh, that one’s the homemade hot sauce,” he said, pointing with his chopsticks to the bottle of orange sauce. “That’s better for the soups or noodles if you want extra kick. That one,” he said, pointing to the bottle of brown liquid on the table, “is called soy sauce, and it is amazing, and should go on and inside of your dumplings.”

Nines couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the immediate and comprehensive reply. Wooley smiled at it, and said, “Sir yes sir,” so just Nines and Pixel either side of him could hear. They both smiled at it.

While Wooley filled one of the tiny bowls with the dark brown sauce, Nines couldn’t help his curiosity. “Commander Nero, may I ask how exactly you found this place?”

All of the 118th troopers’s heads pivoted to their CO, eager anticipation visible on almost all of their faces. Pixel seemed a more subdued soldier than Zero or the other one.

Commander Nero glanced at them, then looked at Nines. “No, you may not.”

The 118th troopers deflated slightly. Well then.

“He was drunk and committing crimes,” Commander Bacara said.

“I can kill you in your sleep,” his brother replied breezily.

“My room’s booby trapped beyond recognition, you’d never make it two steps inside.”

“I can still firebomb–”

Commander Sixes cut them off. “Maker’s sake, will you two just eat your damn noodles?”

The two commanders eyed each other and went back to eating their damn noodles.

There was a brief pause before he heard Captain Rex say, “I don’t want to hear it, Fives.”

Presumably, Fives was about to point out that the commanders were allowed to have their disagreements, but he and his batchmate had been silenced too soon. After another pause, slightly longer than the last, the trooper whose name still escaped Nines spoke up.

“Commander Bacara, what did you mean when you said you room is booby trapped beyond recognition?”

Before Commander Nero had a chance to cut in, the Marines commander answered, “It means you’d be dead in about three seconds if they’re armed and you walk in like an idiot.”

Nox blinked. He looked at Fours, who nodded seriously. “You’re allowed to do that, sir?”

“Of course he’s not, Nox,” Commander Nero said. “But what doesn’t get reported doesn’t exist.”

Zero nudged Nox. “Yeah, like your secret stash no one’s supposed to know about?”

Nox’s eyes went comically wide. “No! You didn’t!”

“I didn’t!” Zero assured him. “It’s fine. I may have simply helped myself to a finder’s fee–”

“No! Commander!”

“What do you want me to do about it, Nox?” their commander said. “He found it fair and square. Get better at hiding your stuff, you’re in Whisper Co.”

Nox sighed, glaring at Zero as he returned to his bowl of noodles. “Yeah, they’re also in Whisper,” he muttered. “That’s the problem.”

The whole evening followed a quiet repetition of little discussions working up into small disagreements until it was shut down by someone else–and honestly, in Nines’ experience, that was how a lot of interactions with clones tended to go. They were soldiers, they spent their time trying to make dying feel like a worthwhile proposition, so their methods of letting off steam were usually a little coarser than the average civvy. But it was nice.

It was weird as hell, but it was nice.

The food was absolutely as good as Do-si-do had hoped, if his silence and constant smile were anything to go by. Before he’d started eating, he’d managed to find the self-control to take a picture of his bowl of ramen to send it to the Numbers chat so Sevenset could see it. He had the feeling those two missed being able to see each other in person more than the rest of the bunch, so he was glad Sevenset got to be included somehow. Rancor must be on a mission or asleep, though, because they didn’t get a reply that evening.

Mira and Saleha were coming and going fairly frequently. He figured as the owners, they had plenty of other people managing the place for them, so they flitted around, making sure everything was going smoothly, but that still left them with plenty of time to come talk to the commanders or Ahsoka. They just seemed so nice, it honestly amazed him. The commanders–even Sixes and Bacara, the rougher, gruffer of the three–let them pat their shoulders or put a hand on their heads like they were cadets.

Their kindness and open compassion even worked a little magic on Fours. The quiet Marine actually blushed a little under Mira’s compliments to his hair, and Nines caught him holding a brief conversation with Fives a little later on, although it was far too quiet to hear across the table. Seeing that, Nines knew those women could be trusted.

He just knew.

Warm happy feelings, yes? Yes. @mercurydancer @23-bears @theultimatesandwich @rndmpeep @soclonely as usual, let me know if you want to be added to the tags!

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Series Introduction: Tales of (Rebel) Scum and Villainy + Fic Introduction: The Scoundrel of Sriluur.

Welcome to the starting point of my magnum opus. This is, and will be, an ongoing, mostly canon-compliant series involving multiple characters, multiple ships, possibly a “reader” or two, and a various assortment of OCs written in what I like to think is meticulous detail.

This introduction will be used as a reference point for those who are new to the series, and is crossposted to Ao3 in the "notes section."

The span of time for this particular entry will begin in 74 BBY, as Hondo Ohnaka is never given a canon birthday, but I like to assume Weequay age at a slower rate, as Hondo is still alive and kicking at the time of the Sequel Trilogy, residing at the Black Spire outpost on the planet Batuu where he owns and operates Ohnaka Transport Solutions.

This fic is only the beginning; these writings will be arranged in a series I will call “Tales of (Rebel) Scum and Villainy,” each story set in a different time period. Some may be shorter or longer than others, some may focus on other characters entirely, but the most prominent character will be Cad Bane (his birthday is said to be in 62 BBY, so it makes sense to me to start chronologically with Hondo, though their stories will very much be intertwined).

This story, The Scoundrel of Sriluur, will contain a deeply flawed mother-son relationship, poor examples of parenting, child neglect, poverty, theft, lying, cheating, religious conflicts, family drama, slavery, and canon-typical behavior and violence.

I should mention that Sriluurian, the language of the Weequay, "is formed by guttural mumbles and subdued whispers." It also uses hieroglyphs as a written form. It is a language used to communicate with people from other tribes, as Weequay from the same clan/tribe could communicate via their pheromones and did not need to use spoken language. "As a result, speech was only a secondary form of communication for Weequay, and they seldom spoke a whole sentence, resulting in Humans mistakenly believing the species to be unintelligent." Throughout this fic, I will use [[text that looks like this]] when Weequay are communicating with one another.

Eventually, you will meet a whole cast of canon characters, which of course includes the entire Star Wars menagerie of bounty hunters. I will use and reference canon events in my stories, but I will also use what little information there is about Cad Bane and Hondo Ohnaka to flesh out my own ideas.

In the future, expect there to be smut and explicit sexual content, as well as examples of toxic relationships, domestic violence, group sex/orgies, rough sex, non-consensual elements, sexual related trauma, off-color jokes, teasing, and an intersex Cad Bane who has both male and female parts, including a cloaca, hemipenis (like reptiles), underdeveloped paired ovaries (which may or may not be capable of "laying" eggs like Duros in legends/canon), oviducts, and other internal sex organs used primarily for pleasure sensations, which shall be explained in context.

Fair warning, ships will include Bane with Jango Fett, Hondo Ohnaka, original characters including a female Jedi, a retired clone, and Shriv Suurgav from Battlefront 2 (who is also a member of the Duros species), however, Jango Fett and Hondo Ohnaka are the primary ships. Hondo also experiences pairings outside of Bane, including original characters and Aurra Sing.

Though this series will have a lot to do with the various relationships between Bane, Hondo, and others, it does not completely revolve around sex, but it will be a very big part of it, as I am first and foremost a smut writer. You might say this is a love story between two very bad people who deserve each other, and I am thrilled to bring "Banaka" to the fandom.

Finally, a hat tip to @allsystemsblue on Tumblr, as she has helped me to brainstorm on numerous occasions, including talking with me day in and day out about these characters, cheering me on so that I can finally bring this story to life. I will most likely credit her (“Teeth”) as I go, where a shoutout is deserving of extra attention.

As always, kudos and comments/feedback is appreciated. Please “subscribe to user” on Ao3 if you don’t want to miss updates. Also, be on the lookout for another series called “Bounty Hunter B-sides,” which will include crack scenarios and all my weird AU ideas that cannot be included in my “canon.” I can only hope my writing resonates with at least a few people. Enjoy (or not)!

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Start your journey here.

[aeskanera]

hey, just know that your moodboards are absolutely breathtaking! I'd definitely read more about your OCs if given the opportunity 🥹

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Thank you! This made me so happy 🩷It’s been very gratifying to know that there’s more Old Republic fans on tumblr than I had thought. As we SPEAK I am writing up a whole bunch of gigantic posts about them all that I want to stick under a masterpost. But here’s kinda the quick basics about each of them

Lexie is my Exile (such a clever name, I know). She’s a Zeltron (if unfamiliar, they’re basically just the green-skinned-space-babes trope but with red skin). This is partly because she is THE hottest bitch in the galaxy (which is an integral part of her character. to me) but also because Zeltrons have this whole thing with sensing emotions and that really struck me as like an Exile thing. A story about running away from her emotions and pretending everything’s fine even to herself, healing through forming loving and caring relationships with others who have been through similar trauma

Revan was born Felicyta but post-amnesia she goes by Zyta. So obviously she’s all about redemption and grey morality, but I’m also doing this other thing with her that’s all about how without the burdens of being Revan (leading a Sith Empire, PTSD from fighting a war, her tense frienemy thing with Malak, whatever weird shit’s going on with the Emperor, etc) she’s far happier, healthier, and overall more herself than she ever had been before. So then finding out about her past is like, she’s facing that not just with different memories but basically with a whole new personality as well that has nothing to do with anything the Jedi put in her brain

We love a Chiss agent in this house. Riassa’s full name is way to long for most people to pronounce so her core name is Riassa. I feel like she’s the person version of like an australian shepherd, so elegant and beautiful and poised on the outside but then on the inside is just so full of anxiety. Luckily she’s got the tools and emotional intelligence to handle it well for the most part. I wrote an extensive backstory for her that will probably never see the light of day in its entirety, mostly because Chiss politics are so goddamn complicated

Rakiya is a Mirialan Consular, and she’s all serene and spiritual etc but also the underappreciated beauty of the Consular story is as a mystery novel. So her point of view of the story will have elements taken from Holmes and Agatha Christie novels to name a few. She IS a little old lady who randomly gets involved in murder investigations only to be smarter than everyone else in the room

Speaking of detectives, in one of my bigger posts I describe Lyna the bounty hunter as a hard-boiled 1940s film noir detective. If classic Hollywood made the bounty hunter story as a movie she would be gender swapped and played by Humphrey Bogart. Human gladiator from Rattatak raised by Weequays

Inquisitor is Ulla (last name eventually becomes Kallig). I use manipulative to describe her a lot but it’s more like she’s just really good at PR. Like the way that like TSwift/Princess Kate and Meghan/Met Gala attendees can like destroy the environment or commit war crimes or serve the interests of the ruling capitalist class BUT no one except leftists on tumblr brings it up and they all have the vast majority of people excusing and supporting them JUST by virtue of being conventionally attractive and wearing pretty and expensive clothes while also maintaining an image of being oh so relatable. That’s Ulla right there

Mydha is Thee hero!!!! It’s pronounced like mihd-hah (as in the words MIDdle and HAnnah). It was important to me that the Knight be South Asian coded because of just how much Star Wars as a whole has stolen from South Asian cultures and never gave any credit for it. Her character’s big thing is that she’s an optimist (in like the most positive sense of the word, I’m not like one of those people who think optimists are naïve or idiots or smthing)

The smuggler is a twi’lek called Paavy (similar to Riassa, that’s not her full name). And uh idk how to put it other than that she’s a slut (affectionate). I personally am very pro her having a lover at every port with no negative consequences. She just has sort of commitment issues sort of

The trooper is Nuala, or Sergeant Croí at the start of the story (pronounced sort of like kree). She’s a cyborg with implants on her face and I have a whole detailed story about the injury that caused the need for them as well as how they impact her. She’s also Corellian (from the system not the planet) and if you’ve ever scrolled through some of the wookieepedia pages for Corellia, it’s very…usamerican liberal-centrist “there are some good cops!” type of thing. So that kinda felt right for the soldier character lol. She will learn and grow though

Asha Kûsk is my bb girl little darling. By process of elimination she is the Sith Warrior. She’s the only child of wealthy Sith nobility, a pureblood Sith, a prodigy in swordsmanship, the youngest of my ocs - this girl is s p o i l e d. But like what does all that look like when the parents that baby her and spoil her would also kill her in a heartbeat to promote their own interests? When she’s grown up in an environment of conflict and mistrust as just the norm, that kinda negates a decent chunk of her privilege (on an internal emotional level)

[wizardofrozz]

MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND I am here with an ask for Kora!!

☕️ Tea: Share a fun fact about your OC!

Luv u!!!

AH MY WONDERFUL FRIEND ❤️ thank you for the ask, I'm so excited to talk more about Kora!

☕️ Tea: Share a fun fact about your OC!

I already shared one fun fact about Kora but don't worry I have more lol

Kora was born deaf and relies mostly on being able to read people's lips when they're talking. Kora can recognize four languages: Basic, Huttese, Ryl (Twi'lek language), and Sriluurian (weequay language). After the Clone Wars start, she does start to pick up Mando'a words here and there.

[xanthouransong]

My favorite of all scrimblos

[leon-anna]

Ok, so it's been quite the long development in posting more context and content for our boys The Underdogs, especially context/content for their supporting cast;

So, Anna and I have come to the decision that we are going to be better at doing that and little by little get those of you who are interested better acquainted with our OCs!

And with such a decision in mind, we thought we'd start off with introducing two of our favorite boys:

🎉Temli & Adequin🎉

Temli and Adequin are two rescue clones that were about to be shipped off for scientific experimentation after being designated 'defective' at the physical ages of 5(Temli) and 8(Adequin)--So mentally, they were 2.5 and 4 years old;

The tell tale signs of their defects noticed by the Kaminoans were 1: Temli's increasingly poor vision+telepathic abilities, and 2: Adequin's growing force sensitivity.

They were on their way to a secret Kaminoan medical outpost on a freight cruiser designated for the transport of organic specimens when grey Jedi Rok Ogk'ror commandeered the vessel after his own ship took irreversible damages in an attempt escape from unspecified pursuers.

The Jedi, who had set out alone on his journey, was not expecting to adopt two helpless clone brothers, inseparable as they were. However, the idea was soon inescapable after spending more time with the two helplessly dependant boys and finding out just what it was the Kaminoans were doing to millions of decommissioned clones.

And so, after much deliberation, Rok Ogk'ror set out to not only free clones with much similar fates to that of Temli's and Adequin's, but to also find safe and secure homes for them that would protect them from the ever-growing empire.

Details to notice:

Temli's & Adequin's tattoos:

Temli wears a rather peculiar tattoo on his arm; at first glance it would seem to be some kind of face or skull, but it is in fact a Sriluurian butterfly; a species indigenous to the Weequay homeworld, and the crest of their Buir's clan.

What would appear to be two identical scars on both of Adequin's cheeks are actually commemorative tattoos that are meant to resemble the markings on his Buir's rubbery skin.

Adequin and Temli's matching lightsabers:

If you look closely, you will notice that Adequin and Temli wield similar lightsabers; these lightsabers were a gift from their Buir Rok who spoiler alert entrusted them to them before his passing.

Adequin's growth and development in becoming a Padawan:

After the first few years of becoming Rok's adoptive adi'ka start to flow by, Adequin takes a flair in the ways of the Force and begins showing much promise in becoming a Jedi as his skills in leadership(as with his younger vod), humility, patience(again, pertaining to Temli), and submission increase daily.

Temli's exploration in science and technology:

Temli had always taken the more unorthodox and explorative way of things from the get go, and so it only made sense that he would show a flair for the analytical; with his skills with technology such as reprogramming command droids and resurrecting a hyperdrive at the point of no return, it was decided that the boy would go on to become one of the best and highly sought after allies to the resistance.

[kimageddon]

Sins of the Father - 3:5

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Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Modern/Crime AU

Word count: Approx 4100 Contains/Warnings: Drinking, mild threats of violence, making out, sexual contact. Mild NSFW - read the full chapter on AO3 Chapter Summary: Maul makes a deal with a particularly irritating individual, and there is reason to celebrate. Notes: (at the end!)

Temporary People

Maul sat back with his fingers laced on his desk as he looked at the two men before him. Vizsla and Ohnaka, in the midst of negotiations, and a closed door meeting. There were too many things going on downstairs, both Mandalorians and the Weequay filling Maul’s bar to capacity while he discussed a treaty with the leaders of both factions, that they might be loyal to him. It was uneasy, but he had managed to bring them around to a beneficial truce.

Ohnaka’s company would repay the damages and with a very generous sharing or profits, their opportunities were expanded. Once what had not been sold off was returned, they would be on somewhat even footing. The benefits were for both parties, and by the end, things were settled, and apparently even Ohnaka could be professional… at least for a brief moment. 

“Well this is a wonderful opportunity!” Ohnaka beamed, shaking both Vizsla and Maul’s hands. “You will not regret it!” 

“We had better not,” Vizsla muttered with a scowl. He might be in business with him, but he didn’t trust the Weequay in the slightest. 

“Come, come, let us be friends in business-- ah! We should celebrate, should we not?! This is a bar-- drinks all around!” he grinned and Maul grimaced as the three stood and made their way out of the office itself. He was about to shut the man down, but Vizsla spoke first. 

“That’s not a terrible idea, actually. The tensions between our people are high right now, if we ease them with drink, I’m sure there is a higher chance this enterprise will be a success,” he said thoughtfully. 

“If they do not choose to take tongues loosened by drink as an opportunity for violence,” Maul retorted grimly. They were just as likely to break out into a fight as they were to become drinking buddies. 

“It’s a celebration!” Ohnaka insisted, and Maul found himself wanting to incite some violence of his own at the sound of the Weequays voice. He’d grown increasingly more tired of it as the meeting had gone on. But apparently even Vizsla wanted a drink, so as they made their way downstairs, Maul conceded with a wave of his hand. 

“Very well,” he sighed. 

Ohnaka seemed pleased and laughed uproariously, which did not help with Maul’s growing headache. They entered the main bar to a commotion and Maul suspected the fight had already begun, but then he saw a flame burst to life at the other end of the bar. 

What the hell…?

The  three men in charge parted the crowd of weequay and Mandalorians, revealing an all-too familiar figure with soft white curls, tossing bottles and making drinks as she was telling some story. She wore a mesh shirt with long sleeves, over what he could only assume was her bra… he could see tattoos on her pale skin but could not make them out. There was some sort of fashionable harness atop that. As he drew closer he could see she also wore a pair of very fitted leather pants and his fingers twitched slightly at his side. 

As if his headache wasn’t big enough already. 

He hadn’t seen her since that night in the shack… he still distinctly remembered the sounds she made, the way she touched him, the taste of her. An ache formed in his gut and his brows formed a scowl. He did not need this.

“Zaiya?!” The exclamation of surprise came from Ohnaka. He knew her? Maul’s eyes narrowed, it further added to his suspicions. 

“I was wondering when you’d turn up, you old bastard,” Zaiya grinned, looking at Ohnaka. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding Maul’s gaze. Had he finally rattled her? 

“How long has it been, girl?” Ohnaka laughed, and looped an arm around Vizsla’s shoulders. “This girl is trouble…!” he pointed at her with a ring-covered finger. “I met her when I worked up north and we needed information. We hired an investigator and-- this man comes, and with him is some girl with a temper and a mean right hook! She took out my second in command with a swift punch to the face after he insulted her…!” Ohnaka burst out into another bout of laughter and Maul shot her a look. 

“You forgot to mention the idiot was handsy,” she drawled with an arched brow. “Besides, I may have smacked him but Adaji knocked out three of his teeth.” She chuckled, a far more reserved laugh and some of the others joined in. 

“You worked with Adaji Treshan?” one of the weequay asked and Maul suddenly felt at a loss, like he should know that name. He realised he really did know nothing about her. Not that he wanted to. Why should he look further into her life before the city? What did it matter? She meant nothing to him. He didn't even like her! Their time together was just to shut her up about the questions.

“A bit,” she replied cryptically and that smirk suggested she knew more than she was letting on. She began to make drinks as though she worked there… she did look well at home, if Maul were honest with himself. Which he seemed to be doing less and less so these days he realised with a deepening concern.

“Have you been causing trouble, child?” Ohnaka grinned, she poured him a beer and slid it over. 

“You know me, Hondo, trouble finds me, I’m the victim here!” she said with a laugh that belied any truth in that statement. 

“Oh you haven’t changed, girl!” Ohnaka seemed far more friendly to her than anyone else Maul had seen and it was getting on his nerves. She thought she could just swan in like she owned the place? 

“What are you even doing here?” Maul growled. Zaiya finally looked at him and shrugged.

“Feral invited me,” she jerked her thumb at his younger brother that Maul had somehow missed while standing there. Feral threw up his hands in surrender. 

“Don’t look at me!” he protested… but Feral seemed to like her. Though Maul couldn’t understand why. She was annoying, and interfering… and a nuisance. Despite the lovely noises she’d made. 

“Jack of all trades, this one,” scoffed Saxon who was sitting at the bar to Zaiya’s right. 

“Well we are celebrating…!” Ohnaka pushed, and took a swig of his beer, “in which case we will need plenty of people manning the bar, will we not? And look, free labour!” He gestured at Zaiya and Maul bristled. She didn’t belong here… but he still didn’t tell her to leave either. 

“Hondo, I have never worked for free, and you know it,” she scoffed. 

“Another fine lesson I have taught you, yes?” Ohnaka bragged and Zaiya rolled her eyes. 

“Oh indeed, you lead by example, I know exactly what not to do,” she retorted and there was a chorus of laughs from the Ohnaka Company men. Maul had to force his face to remain neutral, he had convinced himself how irritating she was, but he had to admit… She could be quite funny.

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Apparently after little discussion, Zaiya’s presence was accepted, and she and Feral were having a little too much fun behind the bar, pouring drinks and even dancing around a little bit to the music from the jukebox as they tossed bottles back and forth, and making some colourful cocktails for the more interesting patrons. Hondo especially. 

It seemed that she’d let her guard drop a little too much when some of them had heard her sing along to the music. It had set Hondo off on his own memories, claiming that he knew Zaiya could sing well and that they should begin some karaoke. 

She’d try to dissuade him but Feral had joined in and some of the others had added to the peer pressure. Even Saxon!

“Et tu, Brute?” she scoffed and Saxon sipped his beer. 

“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” he crooned and she was aghast. In a last ditch attempt to get out of it, she looked to the man she’d been avoiding all night for a lifeline. 

“It’s your bar, come on, help me out…” she looked at Maul. It was a mistake to do so, seeing him there in his sleek black suit, charcoal shirt had the top few buttons undone and she could see his collarbone. He looked edible but she tried not to think about that. There was a silence as he regarded her so casually, his eyes flicked to the others, awaiting his answer as he brought his glass of bourbon to his lips. 

“Sing or begone, girl,” he smirked. A cheer went up as she was essentially bullied to perform for them. She laid a hand over her chest , mouth open in faux shock and outrage. She looked around dramatically and then back to him, her blue eyes fixed on him. He never looked away from her. 

“And I made you that drink,” she scoffed.

“You’re good, but not that good,” he retorted. Her next words came out before she could stop them. 

“Best you’ve ever had,” she immediately regretted saying that and the reaction of whooping and whistles from the drunk onlookers didn’t help. Slowly Maul looked her up and down. 

Zaiya suddenly felt exposed in her slightly revealing outfit. She knew she looked good, but the obvious gaze was unnerving. 

“Maybe,” he said coolly.  “Doesn’t stop you from being the most irritating and ridiculous woman I’ve ever met.” 

“Thank you,” she replied and turned away from him to head back behind the bar. 

“Are you incapable of letting someone else have the last word?” he accused and she paused, and a grin formed on her black lips. 

“Yes,” she replied cheekily. 

“Yet again I am given more regrets that I didn’t shoot you,” Maul drawled. 

“And make a mess of this lovely place?” 

“Hm. You’re right, you’re not worth the bleach it would take to clean up after your corpse.” 

“Oh how romantic,” she said with a dramatic hand to her forehead. 

“You’re avoiding my order,” he gestured with his glass. 

“An order? Am I one of your goons now?” she gestured at Saxon who protested. She gave him a look and he muttered something as he took a drink. 

“You’re here so often, one might think you do work under me,” Maul scoffed. 

“You wish I were under you--”

“Alright alright!” Feral interrupted, “we’ll all want invites to the wedding, in the meantime-- you owe us a song, Angel-Face.” Zaiya made a squeaking sound and looked utterly offended, but he pointed at the jukebox. The white-haired woman rolled her eyes and stepped over, she was lucky it was digital and she could just type in a song. 

She was utterly embarrassed as she scrolled through the options. She also realised that the entire bar had been silent the whole time she and Maul had been trading insults, looking back and forth like some sort of weird tennis match. 

“What are you gonna pick?” Feral asked, sidling up to her. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Nosey…?” she replied, and typed in a song name. 

“He likes you,” Feral said conspiratorially. 

“Who?”

“My brother, of course!” He pointed at one of the songs, “that one!” he insisted.

“Oh yeah, real charming with the death threats.” Zaiya tapped the song name. 

“I mean it, he never talks that much.” Feral tried to insist but she rolled her eyes, the music starting as she sauntered back to the bar itself.  The music began and she started pouring a few cocktails. It started quietly, a pop song, her voice a soft crooning as she worked. Her voice grew in pitch and volume, singing about fire, though it was really a love song. 

She didn’t even know why she agreed to it, but Feral seemed to have ideas of his own.. About two meant for each other, fire burning around them. Her voice was well suited for the song as the music swelled. She poured a layer of clear alcohol across the top of the collection of shots before her and picked up the nearby lighter. 

As the song reached its crescendo, she dripped some of the alcohol into her palm and lit it. There was a gasp as her hand lit up, holding the flame like some fantasy witch as she held a powerful note in the song. A flick of her hand and the tops of the drinks caught in a flash, a whoosh of flame going up before burning blue. Zaiya was already extinguishing the fire on her hand as the song faded and she offered the flaming drinks, taking one for her own. 

In a swift motion she blew out the flame and downed the shot, holding up an empty glass and bowing to whoops and cheers with a flourish. 

“One night only, lads and lassies,” she laughed. Some of the Mandos sitting around thumped the table and cheered her performance. 

She didn’t dare look over at Maul… and missed the way he was staring at her with widened eyes, knuckles almost white as he gripped his glass. 

After people had settled a little, she made her way around to a small group on the far side of the wrap around bar. 

“Better be careful,” a woman’s voice said. Zaiya looked up, seeing it was Rook Kast talking to her, she remembered the woman from the last time she’d come in and joked with a few of the Mandos. She sat next to Bo Katan who was looking at her with mild suspicion. 

“Of what in particular?” Zaiya asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“The Boss,” Rook said, “you wouldn’t be the first girl he’s toyed with, don’t go getting ahead of yourself.” Zaiya tilted her head slightly and glanced over her shoulder to where Maul sat, speaking with Savage. 

“That right?” she mused, partly to herself. 

“There was Katelynn, Rosa, Selene, Amber… some girl that called herself Kandi…” Rook rolled her eyes. 

“I don’t even remember their names,” Bo Katan shrugged. 

“Well, they barely lasted… longest one hung around for what, two months?” The two looked at each other, then back at Zaiya. 

“Just a friendly warning,” Bo Katan added and Zaiya looked back at them in consideration. The tone was definitely not friendly, but Zaiya wasn’t about to start anything. She smiled and shook her head. 

“No need to worry about me, I’m not about to steal your boss from you,” she joked and took the empty glasses, “don’t think I could handle the baggage.” She flashed a grin and turned away to carry the glasses to the wash station. 

What was that about? Why did Rook seem so annoyed? Was she inadvertently making herself a target by bantering with Maul? She certainly didn’t want to add to the suspicion. She also didn’t think either of them would like the news that she’d been somewhat intimate with him already. 

Not that it meant anything. 

The evening was wearing down now, she and Feral had been run off their feet working, the youngest Opress had convinced Maul to hire her freelance for the night for cash. Of which she certainly could use. It was getting late though, and after such a conversation she was sure she’d worn out her welcome. Time to go. 

Once she’d finished stacking the glasses, she let Feral know she was done. 

“Already?” he said, almost sadly. 

“You’ve been a hit tonight,” chuckled Savage, now sitting at the corner of the bar, nursing a beer. 

“You’re both very kind,” she grinned, “but alas, I have work in the morning and I need my beauty sleep.” 

“Not that much…” Savage muttered, then seemed to realise what he’d said and took a mouthful of his drink. She chuckled and petted his arm. 

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Zaiya reached for her leather jacket and her bag from under the bar in its little cubby. “Where’s the Boss?” she asked, looking around for Maul.

“You gonna serenade him and ask for a date?” Feral asked with a cheeky grin. Zaiya rolled her eyes. 

“The only thing I want from that man is the money he owes me for tonight,” she retorted and sauntered past them. Feral just laughed.

“I think he’s in his office,” Savage offered and gestured to the side door that led to the back hallway. She thanked him, offering her thanks and headed up, sliding her jacket over her shoulders as she climbed the stairs and turned down another hallway.

Sure enough, he stood in the dimly lit office at the end of the hall. It was elegantly decorated for a biker bar office. Once she closed the door, the only light from a lamp on the desk and a streetlight outside. His back was to her and he was standing by the window, a drink in his hand as he stared up at the sky through the glass. She watched him for a moment. He looked like a ruler surveying his Empire… She could almost see the muscles in his back. He looked gorgeous.

“Did you want something?” he drawled when she didn’t speak. 

“Actually yes,” she said and he turned, momentary surprise on his face. Had he thought she was someone else?

“Are you finished?” he asked and she nodded. He looked over her a moment before he laid the glass down on his large desk. She stepped further into the office and his expression took on a bravado of arrogance. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked as he moved around the desk to stand directly before her. He looked down at her with lidded eyes and a little smirk on his lips. 

“It went well…” she replied quietly, remembering what Rook and Bo Katan had said. She felt the touch of his finger at her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. Zaiya suddenly realised how close he was and felt her heart do a backflip. 

After last time… 

Surely he wasn’t really thinking…? He’d been almost cold since the last time they’d been alone, so what…? 

“I’d say it was a resounding success,” he chuckled and leaned in. He captured her mouth once more in that heated, passionate embrace. Almost instantly his hands were on her, caressing her sides and back as though he had been waiting for her all night. Much to her own annoyance… she reciprocated in kind, her hands sliding up his back under his jacket. 

Maul groaned against her mouth and she felt herself pushed back against his desk, her hips pinned. He tasted like expensive whiskey and salt and desire itself. One of his hands slid up the back of her neck and raked through her hair, making her shudder. She shouldn’t let herself give in to this. She should stop him. 

His kisses trailed down her neck and she heard his ragged breathing in her ear and felt his free hand graze the swell of her hip. Suddenly he pulled back slightly and turned her, pressing her back flush against him, attacking her neck with his tongue and teeth. 

He managed to find a spot that made her gasp and his hand slid down… down… pushing past the waistband of her fitted leather pants. 

“Did you enjoy teasing me all evening?” he hissed, as his teeth nipped her earlobe. 

Following part of the chapter is a little NSFW read the rest on AO3

Notes: Hello! Lovely to see you all my wonderful readers and I hope you like this chapter because I really do, I am very pleased with how it turned out!

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Hi there! I'm Cheella, cartoonist from Hungary. Here are a few interests and fandoms in a nutshell that are dear to me and I enjoy drawing related fanarts on occasion, randomly. I like to make animations in my spare time. Favourite genres: sci-fi, cyberpunk, tech-noir, steampunk, dark romance & fantasy, folk & space horror Games I'm into: Cyberpunk 2077, Slay the Princess, Subnautica, Baldur's Gate 3, Disco Elysium, The Talos Principle, Hearthstone, Deep Rock Galactic, Little Nightmares, Detroit: Became Human, etc. Favourite Movies & Series: Alien, Breaking Bad, Blue Eye Samurai, District 9, Blade Runner 2049, Tales from the loop, How to train your dragon, Hey Arnold, Inuyasha, Ghibli movies, Far East thrillers and dramas and many more Things I really like: music (synthwave and metal are my faves), astronomy, science, nature, creatures, machines, robots, huzzles, deep diving into mythologies and folklore, stories about taming or bonding, symbolism & surrealism, comics (I love to browse on Webtoon) MY OC's:

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