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SWTOR Player Asks Thanks for the ask, @space-unicorn-dot !
Favorite planet story arc? I have a few, but perhaps my favorite is Dromund Kaas. There are so many moments of quality world-building where they show you what kind of place the Sith Empire is. I always take my time with it, running around the Grathan estate and the Dark Temple before heading back to Kaas City. The Revanite questline does run a bit long, but even that's fascinating.
Which player ship is your favorite? Probably the Imperial Agent's Phantom. It has a sleek design that's aesthetically pleasing, and I never get lost walking around it.
Thanks again for the asks!
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stolen from @lanabenikosdoormat and @miraluking-respectfully 👁️👁️
1 / Favorite Planet — Balmorra (ImpSide)
2 / Favorite Sith Lord — Darth Vindican
3 / Favorite Companion — Vector Hyllus
4 / Favorite Ship — X-70B Phantom-Class Prototype
5 / Favorite Class Story — Imperial Agent
6 / Favorite Expansion — Knights of the Eternal Throne
7 / Favorite Species — Sith Pureblood (sorry Twi’leks)
8 / Favorite Jedi Master — Ardun Kothe
9 / Favorite Lightsaber Color — Black-Pink
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Catching Up
This was initially written on Discord with @tiredassmage, whom the lovable idiot Leo belongs to. This is the final edited version. Happy Reading!
Liv and Leo haven't seen each other since before Leo got sent to Bergeren as a punishment by Vorza for embarrassing him on an earlier mission. This was about 5-6 years ago, shortly before Liv entered the Imperial Academy. They also haven't talked to each other in that long, save for the occasional letter, while Leo was on Begeren.
Now, she is working for Intelligence and has just received her own ship. She decides to take a risk and contacts her brother via Holo.
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Olivia Ashold, newly designated Cipher Nine, made her way to the Holo terminal on the bridge of her new X-70B Phantom. She quickly made sure that any recording devices active on the ship, if there were any, were momentarily deactivated, and would not trace or record her next holo call. She then entered the encryption code before entering the designation of the ship she wanted to contact. She was alone on the bridge, hoping that her new 'friend' Kaliyo and her new protocol droid didn't come snooping too much at the moment. The last thing she needed right now was for either of them to know she was contacting a Republic ship. She waits patiently for the call to go through.
Meanwhile, on The Daredevil, Leo and Risha were on the bridge, and Risha saw that there was a holo call coming through.
“My, my, seems I've made a popular friend in you, Captain,” Risha stated. Leo frowned and raised a brow at Risha as she eyed the holo. “You've got a call coming in. Seems it's... encrypted. Can't say I recognize the pattern, either.” she stated.
“Encrypted?” Leo's frown set a bit further as he hauled himself out of his seat. “Let me take a look.” Getting hailed wasn't what drew his attention so much as the encryption. Very few people generally bothered with such security measures, at least with him, so that narrowed down the potential suspects rather dramatically. Leo typed some buttons on the console to bring up the encryption, and almost immediately realized why Risha didn’t recognize it. She wouldn’t, or rather, couldn’t, be able to break it, at least not without some serious help. He had created it with someone from his past, specially designed to be unbreakable, as much as one could be, at least. It was one of the only things he had ever been grateful about his family’s wealth for: giving them enough free time to work on the encryption code.
“I'll handle this one,” he says, hoping she doesn’t try to decrypt it.
“Oh?” Risha asks, raising an inquiring brow at him. He gruffly waved a hand at her.
“It's just an old business partner, don't get your pants twisted,” he muttered, not wanting anyone to know about this just yet. They may be his crew, but he didn’t trust them enough yet. Risha rolled her eyes.
“You're the one barking about trust, Captain,” she stated, referencing their earlier conversations.
“Some of us prefer to keep our client's wishes,” Leo counters with a slight bow. “So, please? If you don’t mind? I’d like some privacy for this one.” he asked.
“I’m not babysitting,” she said with a dismissive shrug of one shoulder as she turned to clear from the bridge.
“Captain?” He heard Corso inquire from the hall.
“Busy, kid!” Leo called back. “Go uh…” He shook his head. What would keep the kid busy long enough? “Recheck the cargo for me, would you? I need a while for a call,” he asked, unsure what else might occupy the kid long enough for the call.
“Thought you already did?” Corso called back, unsure why Leo was asking him to check it again.
“Corso,” Leo groaned and levelled a pointed stare at him. “Please? Pick something and entertain yourself, alright? I’ll come find you when I’m done and make sure you’re all acquainted, yea?” he asked, hoping Corso would take the hint.
“Alright,” Corso said, holding up placating hands. “Whatever, just holler if you need me,” he said, then started walking away.
“Mmmhmm,” Leo hummed. He waited until Corso was down the hall before he finally turned back to answer the call. There was only one person this encryption could be coming from.
And for everything that had just gone sideways on Ord Mantell, it put a lopsided smile on his face. “Long time, no holo, stranger,” he teased as his sister appeared. “I’d almost thought you’d forgotten about me.”
“It’s good to see you too, Leo,” Liv stated. “I see you’ve dropped your accent,” she commented. “Or at least changed it.” It was a piece of advice she had given him when they were first talking about and planning his eventual defection. If anyone else was listening, hers was obvious. She was happy to see he had followed at least some of her advice. “And how could I possibly forget about you? I’m the only one in the family you still talk to.” Liv playfully asked her brother.
“Hey, I don't ignore all advice by default,” Leo fired back about the accent as he leaned back in his seat. He flashed an amused smile. “There are benefits to being half a galaxy away,” he said. “Though I'm sure Father could still raise his voice enough to be heard,” he huffed. But that wasn't of interest. The rest of the lot could stuff their annoyance.
“Well, it's not like it's easy to make an encrypted holo call during Intelligence training. Everything you do is watched. Granted, doing that is part of training, but I'm not gonna risk calling you for that. I don't need to get you arrested again.” Liv stated, referencing some of the trouble the two of them had gotten into when they were teens.
“Oi,” Leo mocked offence, laying a hand over his chest. “I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!” he protested. They. . . didn't need to go over that 'taking care of himself' had involved... going into debt with the Black Sun and getting roped into their smuggling operations. And 'I'm perfectly capable of getting myself arrested' had flown way better in his head. Even if it was true.
“Well, then, since you're callin' me, I take it everything worked out,” he said instead. He was glad she'd found something, at least, even if it was Intelligence and... the ever-present risk he'd never hear from her again. “Guess all that sneakin' out when we were kids paid off for something, huh?” he teased, recalling some of their adventures.
“It would seem so,” Liv replied. “And you're definitely right about Father,” Liv replied. Their father, Vorza Ashold, could make himself heard whenever and wherever he wanted to be. The only time he didn't try it was when someone with a higher rank or status than him was present. “And I know you can take care of yourself, Leo, but I'd rather not accidentally give the Imperial Death Squads your location, regardless of how good you are,” she explained. “I need someone to complain to about Father.” she said amusingly. Leo's expression softened briefly as Liv explained. She... gave him too much credit. Even now.
“Technically, you're already complaining to a dead man,” he said. Dash's story had held up with the Republic brass, and his SIS contacts had come through, in addition to Liv's vigilance... if the lack of Imperial Death Squads were anything to go by. “Still, I appreciate the thought.”
“You're welcome,” Liv said. “And anyway,” she began, “complaining about Father wasn't the only reason I called,” she stated, changing the subject. Leo smiled lightly when she opted to change the subject. A change of subject away from family matters was always a good move in his books.
“I'd sure hope not. What if I'd been having a perfectly good day?” he teased. Their father had always been particularly talented at ruining those. Generally, with his mere presence in a room. He couldn't quite say he remembered the last time he remembered that bastard genuinely smiling at any of them. Or maybe he was just bitter. Leo paused for a moment to think about it.
Their Father was definitely bitter. But it probably wasn't just that. Asshole.
“I've got my own ship now,” Liv said, pulling Leo out of his trance about why he hated their Father, and pressed some keys, so the holo changed from her, to showing Leo the Phantom.
“Well, look at that neat little thing.” He eyed the overview of the Phantom on her holo. “Slick ride. Guess you Intel types get all the fancy toys, don’t ya?” The beast looked more like it’d be at home among some noble elite than in a firefight, but appearances were deceptive - particularly with spies. Fitting, he supposed. “Unless you’re plannin’ on starting your own ‘shipping’ business. Didn’t happen to call me fishin’ for tips, did you?” he teased.
“Unfortunately not.” Liv teased back. She changed the holo back to her from the Phantom. “And, thank you,” she said a moment later about his comment on her ship. “It kind of reminds me of the shuttles we used to take between Ziost and Dromund Kaas,” she commented, remembering the times they would travel for some family function with their aunts, uncles, and cousins, or some corporate thing that their parents had to go to, and for whatever reason had decided to bring the kids. “Just with better firepower,” she stated.
“Well, you know who to call if you ever change your mind about the biz’,” Leo jested with a playful smirk and a light toss of his head. He puffed out a breath briefly as his bangs fell across his eyes. If he’d pull it back better, it probably wouldn’t nearly be as much of a pain, but nah. He shoved the errant lock back behind his ear.
Liv smiled in reply to his comment, then paused a moment, deciding how to answer his other remark. “I’m well aware that technically, you’re dead, Leo,” she began, “It’s the first thing Father says if and when anyone asks about you,” she explained. As far as Liv knew, she was the only family member who knew that Leo was still alive. “But if you’re caught in Imperial Space, I’m fairly certain they’ll shoot you on sight as soon as anyone recognizes you,” she stated. “Or arrest you, then shoot you.” she added, “Then I’ll have no one to talk to,” Liv said, a hint of sadness in her tone, but it quickly faded. “Well, I guess I could talk to Kaliyo,” she stated, more to herself than Leo, “But she doesn’t know about you or Father, so that would be an interesting conversation to start with.” she finished. “Not sure what she’d think of it, though.” she added. She was quiet for a few moments as she thought about how that conversation might go. She paused over how to continue the covnersation.
“Intelligence has been . . . interesting, to say the least,” she stated. There was a few moments of silence, as neither of them said anything. Leo’s features twisted briefly in mild annoyance again. Of course, Father would've been all too pleased he was dead. He'd told Dash not to worry about that part. He'd already been a nuisance in the old bastard's backside for some twenty-odd years. It was easier for him to be dead than to have to deal with the disappointment of a son who was insubordinate to him and his military superiors.
And Liv didn't need to know how many close calls there'd been on his jobs with the Black Sun. Nor that he'd. . . incidentally pissed off Rogun the Butcher, it seemed. Not yet, anyway. The frown that'd started on his lips because of their father lingered for a moment longer as he considered his sister was a spy now. Call it protective older brother instincts. Or just. . . She didn't need to worry about his problems.
“Kaliyo?” he asked, curiously tilting his head. That’d be easier to talk about than any of his worries, though it did little to soothe the pang of anxiety that twisted through his stomach when she called it interesting. He supposed that was about all it could be called, all. . . secretive and that, but. “Liv,” he said quietly. She didn't need him to protect her. She was probably way better at that herself than he'd be now, anyway. But he was her brother. “Just uh... You're takin' care of yourself, right? It's... a lot. I... wouldn't know, of course, but…” I worry about you. He hoped that much went unsaid.
Liv laughed lightly as Leo’s hair fell across his face, before he fixed it. “Need some styling tips?” she teased, before answering his question. Leo snorted in reply. “Kaliyo’s. . .” she paused for a moment, deciding how to describe her new shipmate, “a friend, that I made, on a mission on Hutta.” She stated. She'd heard what Leo hadn’t actually said, and was grateful for it. He was her big brother, after all; he would always be that, and the only one of her siblings she had ever really gotten along with. “Yes, I’m taking care of myself. As best I can anyway. . .” Liv trailed off momentarily, “And I know you do; I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” she said, answering his unsaid statement. I worry about me too sometimes, she thought to herself, as she thought about what to tell him, and what she could say to him about what had all happened to her in recent weeks. She knew the channel was secure, but others could still be listening.
“Cute,” he said, briefly sticking out his tongue. This was one of the few things that could make his chest ache with a mostly unfamiliar feeling - something like nostalgia. The life he'd made in Republic space wasn't exactly classy, and it was far from easy more often than not, but it was free. Freer than he'd ever been on Ziost or in Imperial uniform, at any rate. It just did little to lessen the blow that he'd left the one person that'd ever bothered to understand him, behind. He tried not to linger too often on if he should've tried harder or done more - snuck her out with him somehow like they had when they were kids, but... Maybe it wasn't his place, anyway. Liv was a big girl now. She made her own life. At least he could be thankful for that much.
Hutta, though? Leo made a noise of distaste.
“There are far better cantinas, I promise.” But of course, a fair drink would be the smallest problem of an agent of the Empire. Or Hutts. At least you could swindle an average Hutt for some credits. Liv stuck her tongue out back at him. It may be childish, but it was fun. And she missed her brother, so she would take whatever she could.
“The last few weeks, have certainly been . . . eventful, just months out of training,” Liv stated. “I’ve somewhat convinced a Hutt to side with the Empire, got praised by a Sith Lord for what happened with that, and had to deal with some terrorists.” she explained, not sure if Leo knew anything about Darth Jadus or not. “It’s certainly better than whatever Father would have had me doing.” she added, not really knowing what he would have her doing as a job, if anything.
This time, Leo couldn’t mask the concerned frown. “Emperor’s tits, Liv…” He could reconsider if the man had those at some other time. Terrorists? He ran a hand along his jaw contemplatively. “I’d heard some chatter about travel restrictions gettin’ tight further in, but hell...” Sith spats were nothing new, sure, but that?
“ ‘Interesting’s’... one helluva word for it,” he said. Perhaps there was one thing him and the old man might've agreed on: Intelligence was dangerous. A bunch of spooks. Probably half of 'em had heard ghost stories in the military about their recruitment, but... it was. Different. To hear it first-hand. He shook his head. “The Empire in business with the Hutt Cartel though... Can't say I'm entirely surprised. Gotta get all those credits from somewhere, I suppose.”
“It's only one Hutt for now, but you're not wrong.” Liv replied, knowing that dealing with Hutts wasn't always the best idea. But she also knew that if they hadn't gotten Nem'ro's help via stealth and espionage, they wouldn't have gotten the Hutts help at all, because she also knew that the Hutts could withstand an Imperial planetary assault for quite some time, if the Empire actually decided to attack them.
Leo hummed in acknowledgement. Even dealing with the Cartel as a whole “officially” was a bit of a dice-throw when it came to honouring agreements. They weren't particularly cohesive at times, either, though their power plays tended to involve less Force Lightning. Generally, at any rate.
“One small step or all that,” he muttered. Besides, if it was resources they were after, he doubted the Empire would want to 'sully their hands' in something as base as a war with the Cartel. He doubted it'd be so ‘civilized’ enough for their tastes.
They both paused for a moment; then Liv smiled at his jest about Hutta’s cantina.
“Perhaps you can take me to some of them in future.” she said, momentarily changing the subject and teasing at his 'better cantinas' comment.
“Perhaps,” he mused elusively with a light smirk. Of course, he would in a heartbeat, given the opportunity. “Maybe something out in the Rim territories…” It was an almost wishful musing that drifted through his eyes for a moment. It'd be nice to see her again - and not just through the holo-processors. It'd... been years, at this point, hadn't it? “So long as ya don't mind some bolt holes in the walls. A good cantina brawl's good for the soul sometimes.” Or at least maybe some free drinks. If you could keep your fingers in the process.
They were both silent for a few moments, before Liv spoke, changing the subject back to what it had been before.
“Well, you can thank the terrorists for the restrictions.” among other things, she thought as she looked over at her navicomputer, with the coordinates set for Korriban, so she could go see Jadus' daughter. She thought about Leo’s comment, calling Intelligence 'interesting.’
“And do you have a better word for it?” she asked, then realized there had been a touch of bite in that comment. “Sorry,” she said quickly, before Leo could reply. “I didn't mean for that to sound so . . cross.” Leo didn't flinch from the sharpness in her response, though his eyes dropped briefly.
“No, I suppose I don't,” he agreed. But he shook his head at her apology. “Don't worry about it. It's nothin'.” Except... his sister fighting terrorists of the Empire was... a lot. He almost didn't want to think about it, and he almost didn't want to know. At least then, he couldn't be too much more of an added risk for her. “C'mon, kid, you know it takes more than a few sharp words to take me on by now, don't ya?” A bit of bluster to try to keep the mood lighter - and keep himself from worrying too much about her, far out of his control and any meaningful ways to support or protect her anymore.
Liv smiled lightly at his jest to lighten the mood. “I’m well aware of what taking you on requires, Leo.” she said playfully, “Or at least I used to.” She said, then paused for a moment, musing over his cantina offer. She really did miss him, and she had lost count of how long it had actually been since she had seen her brother in person. “I don’t mind a bar brawl every now and then; I’m sure Kaliyo would have some fun, too.” she teased at his suggestion. “Have anywhere particular in mind?” she asked, wondering what his answer would be. “Not many places neutral enough that they don’t really care if Republic and Imperial are seen talking to each other,” she added. She thought about his comment for a moment. “You’re right, though; Rim’s probably a better place for us to meet right now. Most of it is Hutt controlled, and as far as I know, most Hutts won’t do anything about being told by either side that there’s a possible traitor on their planet without some sort of incentive.” she stated, trying to make sure that wherever they met wouldn’t get him accidentally recognized and killed on sight.
Leo mulled over the question for a moment, twisting a stray loose lock of hair around his fingers. “Rishi’s a bit out of the way,” he said, “Ain’t nothin’ there but a bunch of pirates and smugglin’ types.” A wry smile briefly drifts across his lips. “I could probably even make some money off the trip.”
Aside from that? He frowned thoughtfully as he leaned back in his seat. He'd consider Nar Shadaa, given its distinct lack of direct alliance with either side, but even he already knew both galactic powers had interests moving around on there. It was a haven for the kind he associated with these days - gunslingers, mercenaries, thieves, gangs, and smugglers, but the lack of official rules aside from no disrupting the Cartel's business was as much a boon as it was a potential loophole for their enemies. “I'd consider Nar Shadaa. I've got a few uh... deliveries I need to make there soon, anyway,” he offered the thought anyway. “Cartel doesn't like fights on its turf, and there's a few boltholes there off the more beaten path.” he stated. Liv mentally debated with herself for a moment about what to say first. She’d answer his question, but she decided she needed to say something else first.
“I . .” she hesitated, “I miss you, Leo,” she said, the sincerity obvious and clear. “But I'm doing what I said I would when you left,” she stated. “Trying to 'break' some things from inside, before I come join you. And Intelligence seemed the best place to do that.” she explained. Her only other options for a job, or life, were joining the military, or going home to their Father and waiting for him to marry her off to some other aristocratic ass. Their elder sister Vivian might be fine with that and adore all the extra status and praise that went with it, but Liv didn't. She hated the idea of someone else almost completely dictating her life. That was part of why she had wanted to go with Leo when they were talking about him leaving the Empire, but they knew how much trouble it would cause if just one of them left; it would have been much worse if they both had.
The smile Leo offered next was tinged with more regret than he'd probably like to admit. “I miss you, too, kid.” They weren't more than a couple of years apart, but... It was hard not to feel responsible for her, given everything they'd gotten into together. He nodded along to what she said - still planning to run off with him one last time. “I'm…” He cleared his throat as his gaze dropped for a moment, unsure how to say... Maybe even if he should. “I'm proud of you, Liv. I... know what it means to you.” And I'm sorry I didn't take you with me. Not that he could've... Not without a helluva lot more planning. Hell, he'd barely intended to leave when he did, or exactly in that way.
Dash had just been... too good an opportunity at the right time. And he barely deserved that, either. “I'd like to think I know a thing or two 'bout disappearing these days... Maybe still not as good as you, though."
Liv smiled lightly when Leo said that he missed her too. She knew it wasn't something that was easy for him to admit. It brightened a little more when he said he was proud of her. “Thanks, Leo,” she stated. “Not sure I'd get that from anyone else,” she added, knowing she was probably right. Leo was the only one of her siblings that she had ever really felt close to. When they were kids, there had been times when he had told her to stay home, even though there wasn't much of an age difference between them. He knew she didn't always listen, but he never complained when she suddenly decided to join him during many of his 'expeditions' that Father still didn't know about. There had even been times when Leo had asked her to tag along.
Her relationships with her other siblings, . . . weren't the best. Vivian was always trying to keep Liv away from Leo and his 'bad influences,' trying to turn her into some form of acceptable 'Lady,' but Liv usually managed to sneak away and get out of her 'etiquette' lessons. Lysander was always asking Leo if he could help him with whatever job their father had given him, and even when Leo didn't want to, their mother was usually able to convince him to do it, because Xander was the baby, and mom gave him everything he wanted. Being the only other girl, Liv had been able to convince her father to let her have a lot of things that she had wanted, at least when she was younger. When it had started to become more obvious that she wanted to do something else, Father had started paying closer attention to her activities, and it became harder for her to sneak away.
If Leo had one regret, it was that he hadn't ever quite been wild enough to deck their father on the jaw. Oh, he'd thought about it plenty - and certainly still did. But for all that talk of family, the man had always been shit about seeing the real one right in front of him. There was... a reason Leo had tuned out most of his droning history lessons - at home and in school. What good was a legacy if you never lived in the moment of it?
“Their loss,” he said mildly. There was a time when he would've given everything to have their father's eye - much as Xander had. But it'd never been good enough, and Leo had grown tired of the charades of being something he wasn't.
She thought about his comment about her being better at knowing how to disappear. She laughed. “Well, maybe I can give you some tips when I see you.” she teased. “So long as you tell me how you've managed to stay out of trouble,” she added. “Even I know smuggling isn't always a one-sided faction," she stated.
“As for which planet . . .” she trailed for a moment, thinking. “I'm good either way,” she stated. “Haven't been to Nar Shadaa in a while, and I've never actually been to Rishi, just heard stories. . .” she explained. “If it's just pirates and smugglers, I'm sure I can find a way to blend in if I need to,” she stated, smiling at the idea of seeing Leo in person.
She paused for a moment, thinking of anything else she needed or wanted to say. "Since it's been so long since I've seen you, is there anyone, or anything else I should know about?" She asked. She hadn't seen him since before he defected, so she knew that she didn't know as much about her brother as she used to.
Leo shrugged a shoulder. “You tell me where.” And he'd make it happen, even if he had to remap hyperlanes to pull it off. Anything for her. “I suppose I... might have better luck offloading the crew on Nar Shadaa,” he mused with a glance over his shoulder. The hall was still blessedly silent. “I... picked up some... kid on Ord Mantell. He seems... alright.” A little too naive for Leo's taste and a little more friendly than Leo was yet willing to be. “And I've got some... business partner that's arranged a few jobs - that's the cargo I'm haulin' for now. She mentioned Nar Shadaa's already on our stops. I won't have to come up with too big a reason to slip off there for a while, I suppose.” Even if he had trusted more easily, he hadn't seen Liv in years, and he wasn't ready to rehash the whole story for people he'd all but just met.
As for how he'd stayed out of trouble? A lot of dumb luck, he reckoned. "C'mon, Liv, you know 'trouble's my middle name," he said instead. "If you can't beat 'em, be faster than 'em." Or... something like that.
His gaze dropped rather than admit it: he was in... a lot of trouble, actually. Nothing... exactly new, but. Rogun was... a bit bigger than his usual 'smart-mouthed the wrong person' deal. And less likely to conveniently forget his dues.
“I am well aware of your relationship with trouble, Leo. There’s at least half a dozen things we did that I'm pretty sure Father still doesn't know about,” she stated knowingly. She paused a moment. “ But I agree with you there,” Liv replied. Like Leo, there used to be times when she got along with her other siblings, but that had changed as she had gotten older. “I still get holo calls from Viv sometimes, almost begging me to leave where I am and come home. That if I did, I'd have a better life. . .” Liv trailed off. “Only Vivian would think that kind of life is better,” she stated. She didn't need to elaborate; she knew Leo would understand what she meant.
Leo snorted, leaning against an elbow as he idly toyed with the fit of his gloves. “Viv's never wanted for a damn thing,” he muttered. Daddy's perfect little princess, that one, and their mother's utter pride and joy. She'd always been 'too good' for him, and she had been one of the many standards against which Leo had been judged for obedience and performance. Viv was polite and knew her place and had listened to their tutors and- He rolled his eyes. “She'd break a precious nail if she ever left that lap of luxury.”
Liv laughed, agreeing with Leo's statements. “I agree with you there. Viv wouldn't last a day out here, not without some sort of help,” she stated. She smiled as she listened to Leo's explanation about his new crew. “Look at you making friends,” Liv stated, almost sounding sarcastic, but, really, she was happy Leo at least had someone to look out for him. “And, I'm good with either one. I'm sure Kaliyo will be able to find something to occupy herself,” she replied. “If you want to do Nar Shadaa, I can meet you there; just give me a location. Rishi, I may need some more instructions, having never been there.” she explained.
She knew Kaliyo would want to come with her, to make sure who she was going to talk to didn't pull anything on her, but she also hadn't told her anything about her family before Intelligence. Until she did or needed to, she wasn't sure how Kaliyo would react to Leo. And if, on the off chance, they did get caught, Leo would be in more trouble than she would. If whoever caught them, didn't know who they were, she could claim undercover. She didn't know what Leo could do to get out, depending on which side caught them.
Leo squinted at Liv with a mild frown at her comment. “Yea, yea, laugh it up,” he muttered with a shake of his head. 'Friends' weren't exactly easy for him to make these days. It'd been a lot simpler sneaking around with the other cadets from Basics, getting into tussles and snowball fights and daring each other to spraypaint the CO's speeder. But they'd been younger and... 'freer' wasn't exactly it, but... They hadn't had to have it all figured out yet. They hadn't been on the front lines.
They hadn't lost anyone yet.
“I'm only teasing,” Liv stated. “Aren't I allowed to tease you about your friends?” She asked, sounding a little sarcastic. She paused a moment. “Honestly, Leo, I'm just glad you've made friends. I wasn't sure if you'd find any, after . . . everything that happened, that last mission, before Bergeren.” She explained, knowing Leo would understand what she meant. She had still been at home when they had gotten the news of Leo's ‘death’ during a prisoner riot on Bergeren. Liv learned later that he wasn’t dead, as he’d found a way to contact her. She’s been able to hide it from the rest of her family. She listened to Leo talk some more about his new crew to get her mind off those memories.
“The kid's... alright, I guess. Name's Corso,” he relented. “I... might have given him a bit of a hard time.” Leo rubbed at the back of his neck. “My associate's got some deal with one of the Hutts, I think. She can finalize that and... let's say the Promenade?” Easy enough to get lost in the crowds there. “Slippery Slopes cantina's a popular little bolthole there.”
“You giving people and friends a hard time is nothing new,” Liv replied. “Just don't be so hard that you drive them away.” She added. She thought about what she remembered about Nar Shadaa. “Think I remember where the place is.” She stated when he mentioned the cantina.
Leo tried to smile, but it ended up more strained than he'd like. He'd always been a shit liar to people he actually cared about, and if Risha could hear about what went down on Ord, it'd be no problem for an Intelligence agent.
Liv looked concerned when she saw his strained smile. “Leo, what is it?” she asked, then listened to what he said.
“Look, Liv, I... don't want you to worry.” Always a great start. “But I'm uh... My last job didn't go so well. I'm workin' on clearin' it, but... it might come up, if we're out. I play out these next deals right though; everything should work out. Just... thought you should know before... in case, y'know…” Right. That was convincing.
“You always did know how to get into the worst situations,” she stated. “But I'm glad you told me beforehand,” she added. “Want me to look anything up?” she offered.
Leo shook his head and puffed out a chuckle. “What else are siblings for?” he jested. To love despite your flaws, even if you still gave them shit about it. That's what Liv had always been good at.
Liv smiled at his comment. “Who else is going to call you out on stupid things? And complain about other family members?” she added.
Leo rolled his eyes. “That's my job, y'know?” To complain. To be a nuisance. To just as likely be the reason the rest of the family was complaining. Perhaps not as much now, if they'd taken the story that he'd probably been killed, but still.
“I know it's your job, Leo.” Liv began, “But who's gonna call you out on that stuff? You gonna do it yourself?” she teased. She knew Leo had always been the troublemaker in the family; gods knew Father scolded him for it enough when they were younger. She knew he still complained about him, or at least when she had last seen him, he had been. She hadn't seen or talked to their father in some time. But that was a matter for another day.
“Nonsense,” Leo muttered, nose screwing up briefly. He narrowly resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at her again. They both knew if Leo was better at calling himself out... Well, no. He might be just as prone to trouble. Or maybe he'd avoid some of it. Neither here nor there, though.
“Nonsense, really?” Liv replied, sarcastically, her tone playful. She missed the banter with Leo. Sometimes it was the only fun thing she did when they were both still at home.
But any facade of Leo smiling cracked at Liv's concern. She'd been one of the few who'd ever cared enough to come close to cutting down to his core like that. “Half of this one, at least, wasn't my fault. At least half,” he said half-heartedly. “Some... bastard at pickup double-crossed me.” And stole his ship for a while. But, Details.
Tempting to have her aide, though... Skavak couldn't outrun him and Intelligence forever, right? “The snake's name is Skavak,” he offered. “Mind he doesn't steal whatever ain't bolted down, if you ever run into him.” He shook his head. “I uh... owe a bit of a big timer based on what he stole, so... if I can find him, I can probably work the rest of this out.”
She saw his smile falter and gave a lightly concerned look while she waited for his reply. “Can't say I recognize the name,” she began, when he explained about Skavak. “But I'll let you know if I find anything in the database,” she promised. “And thanks for the warning,” she added.
He grunted. “Lucky you,” he commented. “Hopefully, it'll stay that way. Spare yourself some trouble.” Skavak was just a nuisance; he'd seen plenty of his big-mouthed type even in his relatively short stint as a smuggler so far. It was Rogun he'd be concerned about, but he was... hoping that issue wouldn't be quite as big. Yet. At least. Leo scratched at the back of his neck. “It's... the boss of the job he stole cargo from that I'm... more worried about. Some big-shot 'Rogun the Butcher' or some such.” He shrugged a shoulder, trying to play that off lighter than it... probably was.
“Is he that bad?” Liv asked, at his comment about her being lucky that she didn’t know this person. She listened as he talked about the other name. “I'll see if I can find anything on either one. If I do, I'll let you know.”
“Trust me,” he puffed out a breath, “I've yet to find anyone who was really happy dealin' with the bastard.” Corso didn't really count. In hindsight, the kid had ceded that he wasn't the most trustworthy snake in the grass, and he was... a little naive if Leo was gonna be honest. “'Preciate it, though.”
“Interesting,” she stated about his comment about people working for Skavak. “Not a problem,” she replied.
As for the matter of 'friends'... His teeth sank into the inside of his lip and fought the urge - unsuccessfully - to let his gaze drop again, left hand rubbing up his right arm. “Yeah, uh. . . Begeren . . .That was. . . something.” he sighed. The turnaround between those last two deployments had been tight, and kolto could only do so much to ease the scarring. He'd... tried to settle back in when they'd shipped him out to Begeren, but losing almost an entire unit... That changed you.
Just don't be so hard that you drive them away. Advice he was still having a hard time taking. “Well.” He cleared his throat a bit roughly. "There is this one I just can't seem to get rid of." A smile finally appeared back on his lips. “Dash, uh... took me in, I guess. Been helping me out since the move. He's a soldier, too.” He hesitated to get into too much detail. Dash had made Havoc Squad now, and that'd make him a high target for Imperials. He trusted Liv, but... that wasn't a gamble he was willing to take.
“Maybe I'll have the chance to introduce you two sometime.” Leo stated.
“Dash?” she asked at the name. “Interesting name. How'd you meet?” she asked. “And if he's up for a meet, let me know when and where, I'll see what I can do,” she stated. “I'm just glad someone was able to help you,” she added, lightly smiling. She hesitated a moment before continuing.
Leo stalled over Dash for a moment. His fingers twisted idly into loose strands of hair at the nape of his neck as he weighed... just how much he was willing to give. If anyone put the story together... It could get them all in a lot of trouble. Lying was safer. “He's a... neighbour.” A man that'd saved his life, more like. Funny how they'd nearly died for each other while barely knowing each other's names. And, hey, it wasn't a... complete lie. They lived together, when they were both on Coruscant. That counted, right?
She could tell he had hesitated before he said Dash was his neighbour. Liv guessed there was more she wasn't telling him, which was fine, as long as Leo trusted them, and she didn't hear anything about him getting caught and killed. “Must be a really nice neighbour,” she stated, not sure what else to say about it.
He released a quiet breath he hadn't quite realized he'd held when Liv didn't press further about Dash. “Yea... He's uh... somthin' else.” Way too good for him, for one. Dash had put up with... a lot since picking him up. “I owe him a lot. He's been... real great.”
“At least you have someone to help look out for you.” She stated, after Leo commented more on Dash. “Maybe they can help you stay out of trouble.” Liv teased. She knew anyone who tried to keep Leo out of trouble, usually ended up following him into it for a while.
“Leo, speaking of names, I'm guessing you changed yours, yes? So no one can guess your ties from that, as I'm sure there are at least some Republic officials who know of Father,” she asked. “And I can try and make sure no one connects things if anything with your 'new' identity comes up on this end,” she stated. She knew of a lot of people who would sell information if it could help them in any way, so the less chance there was of Leo's name coming up in any intelligence files, the better. “But only if you want me to.”
Leo sucked in a breath at her next question. “Yea, somehow doubt tryna get through Customs woulda been fun otherwise,” he mused. “Relos.” Something one of Dash's contacts had put down on his forged papers when she'd smuggled him into Coruscant. Something he probably still owed her for, knowing her... Ideally, there'd maybe be a few brushes with Coruscant Security on that record - but nothing major. Nothing proven, anyway.
“That is at least part of the point of a new identity,” she replied, a hint or sarcasm in her voice. “Just don't get into too much trouble.” When they were younger, Leo and Viv had always been the ones to go with Father on some of his business trips. Leo had stopped going when he had gotten scolded for fooling around too much, either in the Spaceport, or while Father was in a meeting. “I'll see what I can do on my end to try to keep it low profile. So long as you don't do anything too major. That, I may not be able to stop.” she said.
“Thanks, kid. I owe you one.” He glanced over his shoulder. One of the crew was... liable to get antsy.
“You're welcome, Leo,” she replied and watched him glance behind him. She did the same, wondering if Kaliyo was still at the other end of the ship, or if she had wandered up and was listening in.
“I'll send you anything I can find on either name, and see if I can lock your file. Then no one should be able to find it without a bit of digging,” she explained. “Provided you don't do anything too drastic,” she added. “I'd hate for you to get killed for real.”
“Hey, uh... I should probably... wrap up. Long flight and all. But... it was good to see you.” he said, not wanting to admit how much he actually missed her.
'Don't get into too much trouble.' Leo rolled his eyes and hummed half-hearted acknowledgement. That was like tellin' a rancor to behave in a pottery shop, and they both knew it. Especially since it seemed Skavak was keen to keep 'friends' of all stripes. Least he could promise he wasn't daft enough to try to rob the Dark Council or somethin' insanely stupid.
Just... a little stupid. Maybe. Depended on the mood. And the pay.
“Of course,” she replied, when he suggested they wrap things up. “It was good to see you, too,” she added. She looked over at the computer, again, the coordinates still set for Korriban. It wasn't that she hadn't dealt with Sith before but, . . . Korriban was something else. “I've got some things to do, but let me know when you want to meet on Nar Shadaa.” she stated.
A smile eased back across his lips as they started to wrap up. “You know I will, kid,” he said fondly. “Take care of yourself, alright? I'll be seein' you again soon enough.”
“I know,” she replied. “I will,” she added. She could take care of herself alright, but she wasn’t sure what else was going to happen with Intelligence. She knew the stories that they had heard when they were younger about people who went into Intelligence. She didn’t want Leo to worry more than she already knew he was. “See you soon, Leo.” Liv said, then ended the call. She re-enabled anything she had disabled, then set the ship to head for Korriban.
Back on Daredevil, Leo sat there for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. It had been good to see Liv again, even if it was only through a holo. It would be better when he could see her in person, risk or not. He got up from his chair, and left the bridge, deciding to check on Corso first; Risha wasn’t as naive as the kid.
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V’ehsz Legacy Starships
I...realize I literally never refer to the ships by their models when I’m writing, so. Here’s a key!
Star Hopper
Jen (my Voidhound) inherited his XS Freighter from his late parents. It’s been his home for as long as he can remember and he keeps it in tip-top shape. He knows every square inch, every scratch, every chip of paint, like the back of his hand.
She’s old and temperamental, but he wouldn’t want her any other way. Piloting her is a learning curve - she’s extremely touchy.
Rust Bucket
Terrin’s (Grand Champion) D5-Mantis was lovingly named the Rust Bucket. She calls it a hunk of junk but she adores it and thought stealing it was a total blast.
She’s not good with ships, so leaves it to her crew and engineers she’ll hire on occasion to keep Rusty running right, and when they get into space battles Terrin typically runs weapons instead of piloting.
Stormcloud
Varrich’s (Meteor) BT-7 Thunderclap. It gets careful attention at spaceports to make sure everything’s running smoothly so Havoc can properly do its job.
It doesn’t get the same sort of love that Jen and Terrin’s ships do, as Stormcloud is a tool that just happens to have sleeping quarters rather than a home, but Varrich still ensures it gets properly tended to on the regular.
Serenity
Synnda’s (Barsen’thor) Defender-class Corvette. (which I totally didn’t name that because he’s a Serenity Shadow and it seemed like a good ship name. nope. not at all). She has extra space in the crew quarters compared to Leo’s Defender, while HK-51 stands guard with Qyzen when there are diplomats aboard so Synnda can focus on them.
She’s kept tidy and looking brand new as much as possible due to Synnda meeting with senators and such so often. Don’t let it fool you: While Synnda prefers to end things peacefully, Serenity’s well-fitted for battle and can take & deal quite a hit.
Striker
Leo’s (Hero of Tython) Defender usually tends to be in a bit rougher shape than Synnda’s since she’s the one thrown headfirst into battle. Also, while she does want it running well, she’s not as concerned with how it looks since she’s not dealing with diplomats as often as Synnda does - she’s mostly dealing with military.
Striker’s paint is scratched and chipped, there’s blaster burns scored into her hide, and when the two Defenders are docked together it’s pretty obvious which one belongs to the Jedi Battlemaster.
The Executor
Azan’s (Lord Wrath) Fury wasn’t named by her and she likes to make that clear. She thinks it’s a little too on-the-nose for her position of Wrath (though ironically, it was named long before she had the title) and frankly finds it ridiculous.
She still cares for the ship, though, and when not at her apartment on Dromund Kaas, then she can almost certainly be found near The Executor. It’s her second home and the care put into it shows that.
Ruin
Qizulth’s (Darth Nox) Fury was named for his love of exploring ancient temples. It’s his most prized possession and offered to him his first real taste of freedom, so he takes exceptional care of it. Fresh out of battle is about the only time anyone will find a scratch on it - he always wants it looking fresh off the assembly line.
He has no experience with piloting, however, nor the patience to learn much more than the basics, so Andronikos and Ashara are the ones he leaves that part to.
Wraith
Xaerez’s (Cipher Nine) X-70B Phantom. Looking like a top-of-the-line luxury ship, it tends to get exceptional care at spaceports. Xaerez does very thorough background checks of any engineers he hires for repairs, and does a thorough sweep once they’re done for bugs.
Wraith may look like she’s solely for luxury, but her low stealth capabilities, high-end shield, and hidden guns make her a force to be reckoned with and Xaerez has gone through detailed training to run her to highest efficiency.
Huntress
Max & Veir (bounty hunters) are part of Clan Tro. Couldn’t find any better images, but the Huntress is similar to a Shaadlar-type troopship, which was used by the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders. Clan Tro’s is heavily modified and doesn’t have the legs. She’s gone down generations within the clan, passed from one leader to another, getting modified all the while.
She’s not very stealthy, but can take quite a beating. She’s the clan’s home and is well cared for.
#swtor#idk what to even tag this with uhhh#xs-freighter#d-5 mantis#defender-class corvette#fury-class imperial interceptor#x-70b phantom#shaadlar-type troopship#smuggler#bounty hunter#jedi consular#jedi knight#sith warrior#sith inquisitor#imperial agent#voids ocs
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#star wars the old republic#star wars#swtor#swtor screenshots#x-70b phantom#clever queue#sky's the limit
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I want an IRL model of the Agent ship :(
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One-Ten is trained to handle pain. He breathes out as the air is vented from his own suit through the gaping hole in his shoulder. He’s losing blood, and oxygen, fast. And he knows it.
Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t…
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Was looking up stuff about the Agent’s ship and found backgrounds for each ship on the swtor wiki here. Thought they were cool so I’m gonna share them:
X-70B Phantom
The starships of the Imperial Navy are the product of centuries of military research and development. The Empire designed its fleet to destroy the Republic as quickly and efficiently as possible. During the years of the Great War, however, the Empire refined its design strategies. Co-opting newly discovered technologies and revising blueprints according to lessons learned, Imperial engineers built a new generation of starships.
First among these, Imperial Intelligence commissioned the X70B-Phantom—the most low-profile, high-tech starship the galaxy has ever known. From its radar-resistant sleek exterior paneling to the next-generation navigation systems, the Phantom is so far ahead of its time that mass production would never be possible. More likely, the experimental prototypes built so far will be designated for critical Intelligence missions, and entrusted only to the most professional and responsible Imperial Agents.
Corellian XS Stock Light Freighter
The classic Freighter has advanced by leaps and bounds since the Dynamic class Freighters from the days of the Jedi Civil War. The freighter is larger and more versatile than its predecessors, and the XS Stock Light model also features a variety of significant upgrades that make it one of the fastest and most nimble ships in the galaxy. In addition to an enlarged cargo hold, the XS also has secret compartments throughout the ship for transporting contraband and anything else the captain would prefer to keep hidden. If the captain prefers to simply avoid being boarded, the XS has proven itself to be fully capable. In addition to the standard laser and torpedo batteries, the starship is designed with upper and lower turrets that can be controlled manually or remotely from the cockpit. Captains of these freighters typically live on board, so the XS Stock Light has all the creature comforts anyone could ask for, from a recreational lounge to extra sleeping quarters. It’s no wonder that it inspires such loyalty in its owners.
Kuat Drive Yards (KDY) D5-Mantis Patrol Craft
A rare, best-in-class vessel, the D5-Mantis is an alpha predator in the cold depths of space. Designed to meet the hefty demands of a much larger interdiction vessel, the Mantis has a compact frame and above all-- is built to fight. By employing three retractable weapon foils with independent power supplies, the Mantis is capable of safely utilizing armament intended for larger class vessels, as well as reducing its profile significantly in order to be packed tightly into carrier ships with a surprising number of other Mantis crafts. To mitigate what would otherwise be an extremely cramped interior, the engineers of the D5-Mantis make efficient use of vertical space and minimized bulkheads to provide more open areas and ensure ease of access for maintenance. Due to the prohibitive cost of building a completely independent, long-range picket ship, the Mantis has never seen large-scale production. Spotting one in use is a very rare sight, and a mark of exceptional means.
Rendili Hyperworks BT-7 Thunderclap
The BT-7 Thunderclap is the Republic's largest and most elite rapid assault ship—streamlined for fast deployment in combat situations. Upgrades requested by Republic Special Forces ensure reliable performance and durability: state-of-the-art armor plating and heavy laser cannons provide exceptional combat capability, modular shield systems protect the Thunderclap from enemy fire, and the ship's design deflects blaster fire away from crucial components in the event of shield failure. Despite its efficient military design, the Thunderclap is outfitted with all manner of interior improvements. The main deck contains a high-tech command center and briefing room, a secure armory, and a fully-outfitted medical bay. Personal bunk space is above average, and recreational facilities are available for increased quality of life for the squad during extended missions.
Fury-Class Imperial Interceptor
Featuring an advanced hyperdrive and state-of-the-art sub-light engines, the Fury is the most versatile starship in the Imperial fleet. Though initially designed for high-priority military missions, the Fury has become a favorite among Sith Lords and the latest models have been engineered accordingly. The Fury's angular design combines the maneuverability of smaller Imperial fighters like the Interceptor with impressive armament that rivals some of the Empire's larger military vessels. The Fury also features a newly designed set of 'strike foils' that remain down for travel but can be expanded in short range combat to maximize the ship's agility and range of firepower. On the interior, adjustments have been made to match to the luxury and aesthetics demanded by the Sith. No expenses have been spared.
Corellian Defender-Class Light Corvette
Developed at the height of the Great War, the Defender was custom-built for the Jedi Order. The Jedi Council commissioned the starship after determining that Republic military vessels were not well-suited to the Jedi's more specialized missions. The Defender's exterior design is based on the consumer model corvette, but it has been outfitted with countless customized upgrades. The starship includes two levels. The formal upper level features diplomatic meeting rooms and an elegant conference room at the ship's center. The conference room contains a unique Holocom system for secure communications with the Jedi Council. The Defender's lower level includes a cargo hold, a medical bay, and a small private space in which the Jedi can retreat for meditation. Despite the Jedi Order's commitment to peace, the ship is battle-ready. If circumstances warrant, the Defender is engineered with high-powered shields and twin turbo lasers to engage the enemy.
#swtor#i didn't know a lot of this so i thought i'd share#they're like what the shipyard salesman would tell you if you were looking through them#and it's more expanded than what 2V and C2 tell the PC when they first board#also think it's funny that the fandom (and me too) collectively call the jedi and sith ships the Defender and the Fury#when they're technically the Light Corvette and the Interceptor
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Star Wars asks: 4, 6, 10 and 36!
4. Favourite character from original trilogy?
Oh man. My favorite character is no longer from the original trilogy, but once upon a time it used to be HAN SOLO. Han Solo drove 99% of my SW book acquisitions when I was a kid. Anything that showed Han Solo on the cover or mentioned him in the summary was MINE.
These days, my OT fave is BOBA FETT. Fett drove the other 1% of my book acquisitions. I loved him back when every single thing about him was a mystery except for his top tier skills, and that's the version I still prefer. The "Tales of" stories and ofc the original Mandalorian trilogy are still THE Boba Fett for me. No face reveal. Fett is the helmet and the armor and your worst nightmare. I knew (like the rest of the Fett fandom) that he survived the sarlacc for years. It's nice that the Mandalorian series is bringing back the original canon and showcasing some of the skills he's always had. Still wish they kept his helmet on for his entire big screen career, though. That mystery is canon and core to who Fett is. Sad that it's been overlooked!
6. Do you have any ships?
Imperial Agent's X-70B Phantom:
X-Wing Starfighter, the classic:
And, ofc, my baby, by best girl, the love of my starfighter pilot life, the TIE Defender:
Rebels are just salty the Imps did it better. And they got very, very, very lucky. :')
Romantic ships are fine and all, but honestly who are we kidding? We know who the real ship winners are. ;)
10. Which character do you feel is most like you?
HmmmmMMMMM. Probably Luke. He's a dreamer, always yearning for something bigger out there somewhere. And he gets the chance to reach for it, while staying pretty positive and confident through most things. It's a lot like me, I think.
Still waiting for my lightsaber and tauntaun tho. 8)
36. Opinions on the Mandalorian?
LOVE. IT. I've been wanting an actual Star Wars TV series my ENTIRE LIFE, and they finally delivered, and THEY DID NOT DISAPPOINT. Every single thing about it is perfect and AMAZING. Every single character is perfect and amazing. There is not a single actor who isn't perfect and amazing. I can also totally see where they keep scraping the original canon back into existence, and I'm rooting for all of it. The silly Mandalorian infighting and their silly conflicting points of honor confirms everything I know about Mandalorians and gives me LIFE. MOAR PLZ.
#thank you for the ask!!!!!#asks#answers#as you can tell I love the original canon#I have most of the books#I know the REAL Skywalker story#(also the real clone story XDD)#ANYWAY#I have no romantic ship preferences except for canon ones#the only romantic ships I'm passionate about are THE ONES I RP <_<#8)#war of wrath
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The X-70B Phantom (Imperial Agent’s ship)
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Xaerez
Basics
Full Name: Rediaex’aere’zortiea
Pronunciation: red-ee-AHZ-ehr-ah-ZOH-tay-ah
Core Name: Xaerez (XEHR-ez)
Gender: Nonbinary (he/him, they/them)
Faction: Chiss Ascendency -> Sith Empire -> Republic -> Alliance
Rank: Freelance Hacker/Blackmailer -> Csilla Secret Police -> Imperial Intelligence Agent -> Republic SIS Agent -> Alliance Intelligence Agent
Aliases: Cipher Nine, Agent, Legate, many other aliases/disguises - some shown in Toyhouse file (the outfit references) if you click his full name
In-Game Class: Imperial Agent - Virulence Sniper/Lethality Operative
Playlist: Personal playlist / ship playlist
Physical + Mental
Species: Chiss
Height: 6 ft (183 cm)
Hair Color: Black, graying
Eye Color: Bright red
Notable Features:
-Hearing implants in both ears.
-Three cybernetic fingers, right hand.
-Walks with a limp - can hide it if done consciously, though it’s uncomfortable.
-Crooked smiles.
Scars: Notable ones across right side of face from botched surgery. Many others scattered across body, many from torture.
Personality: Cautious, distrusting, liar, stoic, empathetic, caring, loner, coolheaded
Type: ISTJ (“Logistician”)
Strengths:
-Good memory (nearly considered eidetic).
-Good actor/easily becomes someone else for a disguise.
-Fluent in many languages.
-Keeps calm under pressure.
-Can use a variety of weapons.
-Has an implant in his throat - can program it to make him sound like anyone.
Weaknesses:
-Bad foot makes for an easy target.
-Still flinches if old code word is said - leaves him momentarily vulnerable.
-Hearing implants can and have been used for sound torture.
-Doesn’t like to get help from others.
-Technically still has brainwashing programming - he just has to hope no one figures out the new code word.
Fears: Mind control/brainwashing, losing loved ones
Disabilities/Disorders: PTSD. Autism. Right foot/ankle damaged - requires a brace. Hard of hearing (started mild, became severe).
Relationships
Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Gay
Status: Engaged
Fiancé: Theron Shan
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: 1 older sister, deceased. Views Vector almost like a brother
Children: None
Other Relatives: Ar’eonis’terrinxx (cousin), Atten Cadera (Terrin’s kid, so...cousin??), Ytila’vena (niece) - he doesn’t know Avena even exists, nor that he’s related to Terrin
Miscellaneous
Usual Attire: Either his basic field attire or Alliance uniform. Field attire: black leatheris trench coat, pants, boots, & gloves with a protective vest. Alliance uniform: black armor/poncho combination, still fairly lightweight but provides better protection/less maneuverability from field attire. Always covers his face in some way - pictured mask most common method.
Weapon of Choice: Sniper rifle
Home: Wraith (X-70B Phantom), Alliance Base on Odessen
Place of Birth: Csilla
Favorite Color: Blue
Pets: None - jokingly, one of Lokin’s Rakghouls is considered his pet since it follows him around. Theron calls it “Shadow”
History
(Warning: there will be Imperial Agent story spoilers below)
Xaerez was born on the Chiss world of Csilla. He had a pretty normal childhood growing up, though as a teenager he started to hang around the wrong crowd. From them, he learned to hack and as he got better at it, he took to blackmailing public figures and the authorities--sometimes for the hell of it, and sometimes because he was hired to do so. After he hacked what was supposed to be a secure government code, he was taken into custody--though instead of being arrested or “dealt with,” his skills were put to use and he was trained for Csilla’s secret police; he was later made a low-ranking member of the Chiss Ascendency. He had his face minorly reconstructed for the first time to distance himself from his criminal past so his former allies wouldn’t recognize him.
When the Ascendency made first contact with the Sith Empire, Xaerez took immediate interest as he’d never been off Csilla nor seen any sentient species but his own. With the skills listed in his file, Imperial Intelligence requested him, promising him safety for his home planet and a long-term partnership between the Empire and Ascendency if everything worked out, in return. He was put through extensive training to become an Intelligence Agent. He became a master of disguise--be it by dressing up and pretending to be someone he wasn’t, or going to the extreme with a disguise projector. And through discipline, was also an effective spy and assassin.
When he was named Cipher Nine, he had his face surgically reconstructed for the second time to hide his previous identity--and also aided in the assassination of his own parents and sister. He spent a long time alone, simply following orders and dealing out whatever tasks he was given, and was actually initially annoyed by the prospect of having a team. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was afraid of getting attached and then his partner(s) having to be killed later down the line.
The class story progresses with him loyal to the Empire, though come the Eradicators and taking Watcher Two’s suggestion of activating them and the ensuing destruction, he started losing faith in the empire. The events of that day still haunt him, and the cover story of a “scarred agent wanting to switch sides” started to become closer to the truth than he’d admit. Before going to meet Kothe’s team, he attempted for his third and final facial reconstruction--though this time, the droids he used had been hacked and attempted to kill him (he thinks it may have been the Star Cabal’s doing, or maybe a Sith who felt threatened by his actions against Jadus). Only his team being on-scene stopped it from happening, and the event resulted in the heavy scarring to one side of his face.
While working undercover with the SIS, Xaerez quickly grew bitter with Kothe and his team for use of the conditioning he didn’t know had been planted in his head by Intelligence. That, paired with becoming disillusioned with the Empire to begin with, left him becoming rebellious and doing things for what he believed the greater good--rather than what may be helpful to either faction.
In the end, he accepted Kothe’s offer to join the SIS as a spy, but only because he viewed the Republic as the lesser of two evils--and only if he never had to speak to Kothe again, no exceptions. From then on, his contact was Jonas Balker and his priority became to end the war with as little bloodshed as possible.
Into the early expansions, Xaerez worked in the background--gathering information, striking when it wasn’t expected, and just being the nameless shadow he acted as. He’s not sure how Lana and Arkous managed to get into contact with him, but from there started his unintentional partnership with Darth Nox, the Wrath, and the Grand Champion--and by extension come the threat of the Revanites, the Barsen’thor, Hero of Tython, Havoc commander, and Voidhound.
Come the threat of the Eternal Empire, he joined up with Theron to help him with contacts, finding out where the “Outlander” had disappeared to, and so on. He was split up from some of his team over that time--though Vector stuck around and Raina remained in contact. He becomes one of the Alliance’s top spies (refusing the Commander’s offer to make him head of Alliance Intelligence), and in the events of Onslaught is tasked with sabotaging the Empire from within.
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X-70B Phantom-class prototype.
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X-70B Phantom.
she's had many names over the years.
agent. cipher nine. legate.
eli, her father would call her. the warmth of his voice still burns in the deepest corners of her mind, the places intelligence has yet to touch. it's where memories of her childhood rest: days of rain against the wide windows of their apartment, or the soft, rolling hum of her water boiling for tea. sometimes she still hears her mother's voice singing her to sleep at night--it's just a whisper now, but it's still there.
to her, the empire was a safe place.
these memories are old now, and they're burnt at the edges. they've been idealized into something she hardly recognizes, but they've carried her through more than she'd care to admit.
she doesn't say this aloud. it's been years since she's felt this close to anyone, but it's as carefully crafted as any other undercover op. the blurred lines of the truth of her, a hazy view of what’s been buried. the thing is--if you open up, if you care, then it can be taken away, and it wouldn’t be the first thing she’s lost.
it's not like she'd know where to begin, anyway. what could she say? that she wears her mother’s face? whenever she looks in the mirror she looks into her mother's eyes, and she knows that the woman would never have done the things she's done. it’s her burden to bear alone.
in the end, she didn't have long with her parents before her academy days. before the opportunity came and life changed completely. before her fingerprints were filed down and life became about infiltration. deceit. sharpening knives as you reconcile in your own head the things you'd do for the empire.
it never used to bother her. it never affected her like it did the others. she still remembers a hand curled around hers, a voice, "you know, pell, you can be so, so cold."
she knows that. she knows when to hurt the right people. knows when to lie to the right people. seduce the right people. she does what she’s told and she doesn’t ask any questions about it.
so maybe it was inevitable to come this far, just to realize that her conscious isn't as deadened as she once thought. to realize that she's capable of feeling the weight of her actions, or that she could be more than, yes, sir; right away, sir; it won't be a problem, sir.
her mother's silver eyes watch her in the mirror. she blinks. her cheek's already starting to bruise from the hit she took earlier--a nasty jab that caught her by surprise. her hair's limp, her forehead's lined with worry, and her mouth--
"laine," she tries. her voice echoes hollowly in the empty bathroom. no one's called her that in a long, long time. to her shame, relief washes over her because it still feels real. it still feels safe.
it still feels like home.
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