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radiofreederry · 1 year

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By 9 ABY, the New Republic had liberated Coruscant, the Galactic capital, and established its government there. After leading the Rebellion and then the Republic through the heady days of the Galactic Civil War, Mon Mothma stepped down as Chancellor, leaving behind a Senate divided into four major power blocs.

THE ORGANA BLOC

Progressive People's Party (center-left, 364 seats): The majority successor to the original Progressive Party which acted as the Rebellion's political wing in the Republic and Imperial Senates, the PPP is majority social democratic and socially progressive. As it carries the Progressive Party's reputation of being the "party of the Rebellion" and the standard-bearer of Mothmism, the PPP enjoys widespread popularity and is the largest party in the Senate, despite surging poll numbers for the opposition after a half-decade of PPP governance. Led by Leia Organa of Coruscant.

Liberal Party (center, 56 seats): Socially liberal and fiscally moderate, the Liberal Party is one of the few parties to survive from the time of the Old Republic in its current form. The Progressive Party was originally a splinter faction from the Liberals, and they affiliate with its successor the PPP in the government coalition. Led by Rees Vera of Mikkia.

Federalist Party (center-left, 39 seats): A social liberal party which advocates for increased decentralization of the New Republic and the establishment of devolved regional governments. Led by Boona Kalan of Taris.

THE IBLIS BLOC

People's Union Party (far left, 122 seats): A socialist party which advocates for the restructuring of Galactic society on a free and equal basis, the transfer of the means of production into the hands of the working class, and the development of a socialist mode of production. In practical terms, the party is democratic socialist and draws strong support from industrial worlds and unions. Local parties such as the Communist Party of Corellia and the Gran Socialist Union are affiliates of the PUP. Led by Garm Bel Iblis of Corellia.

Reform Party (left, 44 seats): A democratic socialist party which argues for a fundamental restructuring of the New Republic into a "Federation of Free Alliances." A successor to the original Reform Party in the Old Republic. Led by Cal Omas of New Alderaan.

Libertarian Party (far left, 2 seats): A loose affiliation of anarchists. Collective leadership.

THE FEY'LYA BLOC

Progressive Conservative Party (center right, 201 seats): A liberal conservative party which is hawkish on military matters and foreign affairs. Generally socially conservative with more liberal factions while remaining economically liberal. The minority splinter of the original Progressive Party. Led by Borsk Fey'lya of Bothawui.

Constitutionalist Party (center, 89 seats): A centrist party, and a revival of the Old Republic party of the same name. Advocates of a return to the structure of the Old Republic as it existed in the High Republic and Republic Classic eras, before what they see as its distortion under Palpatine. The text of the Ruusan Reformations serves as their guiding charter. Led by Waltyr Valorum of Hosnian Prime.

Free Hyperlanes Party (center right, 24 seats): A classical liberal party, economically hypercapitalist and disdainful of government intervention in the market, and supportive of corporations. Socially libertarian. Led by Udo Mopot of Giju.

THE MOTHMA BLOC

Galactic Unity Party (far right, 151 seats): A far right, traditionalist party which advocates for ultraconservative social policies and an immediate cessation of hostilities against the Imperial remnants, arguing that the war was won when the Core was liberated. Often accused of Imperial sympathies and of being a continuation of the Galactic Integralist Party, the state party under the Empire; several GIP Senators have reentered politics under the GUP banner. Led by Leida Mothma of Chandrila, the daughter of former Chancellor Mon Mothma, who does not share her mother's politics.

Core Alliance (right, 10 seats): A coalition of wealthy and influential Core worlds, whose priority is securing and expanding the privileges traditionally afforded them. Led by Jonas Piven of Alsakan.

Anti-Jedi Party (far right, 3 seats): One of the few parties to exist in its current form since the time of the Old Republic. Far right and conspiratorial, it gained some popularity after the Clone Wars due to a conspiracy theory spread by its leader about Emperor Sheev Palpatine being a secret Jedi who had worked with the Jedi Council to seize power, only to then betray his fellow Jedi in order to consolidate power around himself. Currently opposes the nascent New Jedi Order and has taken credit for Luke Skywalker having declined to base it on Coruscant. led by Alyx J'onzz of Tekaris.

#star wars #long post #my writing #some worldbuilding i've been working on with the Italian

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starplusfourletters · 3 months

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I read vision of the future (hand of thrawn book 2 aka Who Scams the Scammers)

(spoilers) and once again it turned into a liveblog, apologies

Hold up are we doing Warrior Cats? Is this Warrior Cats Planet??

What base is “arm around your waist to serve as a psychic translator conduit”

Omigod I WISH my Warrior Cat name were “Jaded of Mara”

Everything I know about Soontir Fel I learned from x wing but I would not have guessed his primary motivation to be "dirt"

@ luke and mara: the girls are talkingggggg

North Barris Spaceport has me twitching

Ghent not remembering who the president is and just assuming it’s probably Leia. I mean fair

What base is "holding hands to brace yourselves over a swarm of flesh eating insects"

So we’re finally asking why Mara ISN’T actually dark side and the answer is… shrug emoji?

Man Zahn really is stuck on “character bonding hike” as a device huh. But consider I eat that shit up

Oh No Lando is racist

LMAO at “so oblivious you need a child pterodactyl to tell you to just kiss already” to “besides I don’t want my life to be like spiderman three I hated that movie” to “kissing with dubious consent” ALL ON THE SAME PAGE like Zahn finally realized he really needed to get this show on the road

LMAO at Ghent getting a free pass from Pellaeon to hack the empire. Like you’re just going to get the thing you need and not steal all of our military and political secrets right? Riiiight? Even more LMAO at the fact that that would probably not even occur to Ghent

When everyone assumes they're the protagonist so finding this one macguffin is their job personally. Like guys I like the energy but maybe we've got enough different plans to do the same thing (the exception, hilariously, being Luke) (and Oh No it turns out Luke is the one to find the macguffin because You Have to Follow Your Heart and Let the MacGuffin Come to You. I eat that shit up also)

Mara’s just... So great.

Not to make everything about my blorbo but absolutely to make everything about my blorbo I do wonder to what extent Ahsoka’s characterization post-Rebels doesn’t click for me is because a lot of the more obvious directions for Oldsoka overlap with Mara, and the powers that be didn’t want to reinvent the Mara Jade wheel. Not to say they have similar characterization – Mara has terminal sam coded dean girl syndrome – but idk, in dynamic range maybe? Calling out bullshit, weaponizing her own abrasiveness, covering insecurity with humor, being Kind of a Lot with a side of trust issues at any given moment – there are modes Mara and Youngsoka share that didn’t pass to Oldsoka apparently. Idk possibly all this is just me wanting them to TALK

Establishing that you can do evil things for selfless reasons without necessarily being in any danger of falling to the dark side is... Philosophically interesting

We interrupt this tale of political espionage to bring you Jedi Relationship Counseling (spoiler alert: communication is key)

"That part of her life [Mara’s time with Palpatine] had died unmourned" I mean mourned a little bit. Mourned for at least a book and a half

I've been willing to suspend my disbelief on everything in this book until "both Luke and Mara forget that ysalamiri exist"

I will never not be a sucker for The Movements and Transferred Ownership of Emotionally Significant Weapons

Oh No thrawn made a second foundation

The Aing-Tii seem OP but whatever

Oh No the second foundation forgot to close the garage doors

(Re: The Jade’s Fire) I know Mara’s having a Moment, and I promise I’m taking it seriously, but when the warrior cat asked “What is it you want, Mara Jade” my WHOLE BRAIN responded with "I want Hermione Granger! And a rocket ship!"

Moranda has real Kevin from home alone energy and I'm living for it

Is it bad that I’m actually kinda happy the Imperials’ Bothawui shield plan worked? Like, they had a really interesting plan and I’m happy for them. They earned it

WAIT IS MORANDA DEAD FR?

What base is “full mind meld while you’re fighting for your lives”

Who would win: ~1.5 Jedi, 2 sentinel droids droidekas, or Artoo with a sauntering gun

If I had a nickel for every time this duology explicitly established Jedi can’t go completely without oxygen, even when in a trance, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but which makes me feel like the Ahsoka show had a weirdly specific axe to grind with the source material

Luke’s proposal to Mara is Just. The. Funniest. Thing. That’s some Anakin-level cringe and the prequels aren’t even out yet. He truly is his father’s son.

I mean POV there’s this guy and for a couple years you want to kill him, and then you realize that’s more of a You Problem, so then you’re friendquaitances for a decade mostly because you don’t approve of the shit he’s getting into, and then you have one (1) honest conversation and get caught in a death trap and he’s like “so I think the next step for us is marriage”

LEIAAAAAA! Full Jedi Knight Leia is both terrifying and hot. I would run.

“So it is treason” – Some random guy

Lando needs to be on the New Republic payroll simply for being willing to speak to any of the other characters and also he needs a raise. This poor guy getting called on to command the entire New Republic fleet mid-battle and he’s like “I’ve been a civilian for 15 years and also I knew you would pull some horse piss like this steve”

Mara Jade, Imperial protege. Skills include: Identifying load-bearing walls. (Now all I want is Property Brothers: Sith Edition)

Mara please. Luke please. These absolute idiots. This is some pear scene shit. I hope nothing bad happens to them ever

The whole back half of this book has been an emotional rollercoaster for me specifically because I wanted Flim to be Thrawn FR soooooo baddddd. And now I’m sad. His name literally means scam don’t do this to me Zahn

I’ve been amused by all the Star Wars universe idioms but I gotta take a moment to specifically showcase “burned your sky-arches.” Karrde is a delight to have in class

Having an independent intelligence agency that’s supposed to work for both the New Republic and the Empire seems absolutely unhinged but go off I guess

When the New Republic and Empire sign peace accords and Luke can’t even be bothered to show up

Mara is great and her arc is fuckin hilarious to me. The narrative has identified her as The Damaged One and I’m like???? She came to terms with her troubled past, drew her own boundaries regarding the Dark Side, recognized that there are people who care about her instead of pre-emptively pushing them away, and resolved to form deeper emotional connections. Smash cut to ROTS Anakin whose physical and psychic damage has literally turned his brain into oatmeal

Again I know this was before the prequels Mad points for explicitly saying Mara needed to form attachments to become a Jedi. Zahn being pretty gangsta there

OH NO THEMB

#long post #hand of thrawn #vision of the future #star wars legends #mara jade #ghent #timothy zahn #ahsoka tano #because ahsoka just sneaks into all my mental processes sorry

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clareguilty · 7 months

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Mandalorian/reader - Hunted

This year's first kinktober prompt! Please heed the content warnings!!!

Mandalorian/F!reader - Noncon, Marking/Claiming, Predator/Prey Rating: Explicit | WARNING NONCON, BRANDING, ROUGH SEX, GUNPLAY Word Count: ~2100

One of the good things about Bothawui — despite all of its crowded spaceports and busy hyperspace lanes — is that the planet was mostly empty.

Just a few clicks out of one of the loud, teeming cities found you hiking through the wilderness up the gentle slope of one of the many mountains that littered this continent. It sucked that you had to leave your speeder behind when the brush grew too thick, but that also meant that anyone following you would have to go on foot as well.

The forest was peaceful — if you ignored the million credit bounty on your head and the still smoldering blaster hole in your pack from when you were trying to get off the last planet. Fuck Nal Hutta. Such a shithole.

Tall, slender trees with needle-like green leaves swayed as the wind whistled through the rocky valleys and gorges. Unfamiliar feathered and furred creatures darted through the tall branches and lush undergrowth. It all would have been very beautiful and serene if you weren’t trekking over boulders and roots trying to put as much distance between you and everyone else in the galaxy that apparently wanted you dead.

The last bounty hunter had been a warning. A clumsy Rodian that didn’t anticipate your instincts to flee at the first sign of danger. You had scanned the holonet while stowed away on a transport ship only to find that there was an obscenely high bounty on your head for seemingly no reason.

But you had provisions, and keen senses, and you were prepared to hide out in these mountains for as long as you could before sneaking off to a distant, remote planet to live out the rest of your days in hiding. The outer rim was full of places for people who wanted to disappear.

A branch snapped in the distance behind you.

The sharp crack sent a shiver down your spine. It could just be wildlife, but that kind of thinking wouldn’t keep you alive.

You took off running. Not up the mountain — which would only slow you down enough for your pursuer to overtake you — but to your left, the nearest path with the least amount of craggy boulders.

The pliant branches whipped and scratched at you as you forced your way through the wilderness. Your boots kept sinking into the carpet of leaves and loam, and you stumbled far too much for comfort as you tried to put distance between yourself and whoever could be chasing you. It had to be another bounty hunter. There were no such things as coincidences, especially not this far out in the middle of nowhere.

The pounding of your heart and raggedness of your breath were not good enough reason to stop as you wound along the mountainside as fast as your legs could carry you. But you had been running for so long now, and the sun was beginning to fall behind the distant peaks. Every time you slowed to change course or drag in a deeper breath, you could hear the heavy boots behind you. They were getting closer.

In a last ditch effort, you turned to go back down the mountain. There was nothing you could do anymore, no way to throw this hunter off your trail. Your only option was to keep running.

You knew you were leaving an easy path to follow as you tore through the forest, but you couldn’t take the time to cover your tracks. All you could do was try to outrun your pursuer until you found a place to hide or leave them behind for good. The odds of that were very slim.

A spray of dirt and brown needles kicked up beneath your boot as you skidded down the slope. It took all of your focus not to topple forward.

Something massive slammed into you, knocking the wind from your lungs and throwing you against the hard bark of the nearest tree.

You tried to blink through the ringing in your ears, gasping for breath even as you clawed and kicked at your attacker. You met nothing but armor with every blow, cold and unyielding no matter how much you fought.

The cold tip of a blaster against your neck made you freeze.

A Mandalorian. Hidden beneath an impassive, terrifying helmet. He towered over you, unmoving and unfazed by your struggling.

You pressed back against the tree, gasping for breath as the hunter pinned you in place with an arm across your chest and a blaster barrel digging in just below your jaw.

"Make one more move and I shoot," a cold, modulated voice spoke from the helmet.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m innocent. The bounty is a set up.”

“Credits are credits,” the Mandalorian didn’t move an inch. “Why should I care if you’re innocent or not?”

Your blood froze. You didn’t imagine anyone could be so cold. Was your life really worth nothing? Maybe not nothing since there were a million credits on the line, but you never imagined that your life would come to an end over simple greed.

“I’ll give you anything,” you begged. “Whatever it takes to spare my life — you can have it!”

“Anything?” The helmet cocked to the side in consideration. “You’re asking me to walk away from a million credits?”

“I know I can’t pay you, but there has to be something I can do! I can’t die like this.” You sagged against the tree, sobbing as you pleaded for mercy from this hunter that had overtaken you so easily.

The barrel of the blaster trailed down your jaw to your chin, tilting your head this way and that — as if the hunter was inspecting you. You couldn’t read any emotion through the metal and black of the helmet, and your heart pounded in your chest in fear. He could pull the trigger at any moment.

Tears streamed down your face, but you didn’t look away from that helmet. If you were going to die out here, you were going to do it with whatever dignity you could.

The Mandalorian lowered the blaster, and you let out a shaky breath. His other fist closed around the material of your shirt, and you squealed as he threw you to the ground. You had barely pushed yourself to your hands and knees when he kneeled behind you and ripped your clothes. The fabric shredded easily under his strength.

You tried to crawl away, knowing you wouldn’t be able to escape. Large, gloved hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back through the dirt and leaves, ignoring your screams.

The Mandalorian lifted your hips, forcing your knees apart beneath you and baring you completely.

You didn’t try to escape again, knowing that he would not hesitate to kill you. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and wait for what was to come. You could hear the Mandalorian kneeling just behind you, and you braced for pain.

But there was no pain, just something cold and unyielding trailing over your bare skin and making you wince. It took you several seconds to realize that it was the blaster barrel. The Mandalorian was teasing you with his weapon.

You whimpered as the tip of the barrel brushed over your entrance. On the second pass, the metal pushed inside, stretching you open.

“Please,” you begged, not sure what you were asking for. You knew that you were entirely at the mercy of this hunter, and that your life was in his hands. You would do anything he asked, and he could do whatever he pleased.

The blaster pushed inside another half inch, and you hated that you could feel yourself growing slick around it. This was wrong. You were overpowered and treated like prey, forced to the forest floor and fucked with a deadly weapon. Why did it make you ache? Why did you want more?

The leather of his gloves was cool to the touch as the Mandalorian gripped your ass, spreading you open obscenely as he fucked you with the blaster. The thrusts were shallow and slow. Practically teasing. The pain of the stretch was subsiding, and all you could do was whimper into the dirt as he toyed with you.

You cried out when he suddenly forced the blaster deeper inside of you, the terror more than you could handle as you screamed and tried to scramble away from the new pain. And then the weapon was gone, and you were aching and empty.

Somehow that felt worse.

The gloved hands clamped around your middle, rolling you onto your back so the Mandalorian could pin you beneath him. You stared up at the expressionless visor, the gleaming armor. He had knives and blasters and bombs, and you were naked and unarmed.

“Your life belongs to me,” he growled, feral and low even through the helmet’s voice modulator. “You understand?”

You nodded, knowing that this was the price you would pay to not be killed, to not be turned over to a fate worse than death. You were giving yourself over to this hunter instead.

He opened the fasten of his pants, stroking himself and sighing behind the helmet as he forced your thighs apart. His cock was huge even in his gloved hand, and you knew the barrel of the blaster had done little to prepare you for what was to come.

He splayed on gloved hand over your lower belly, forcing you in place as he lined himself up. “I own you,” he said, before forcing his cock inside.

You whimpered and cried, clawing at his armor as he sank inside you to the hilt, stretching you wide and filling you so deep you could feel his cock pressing into his own palm on your belly. All you could do was beg and plead, even though you had no idea what you were asking for, staring into the impassive visor of his helmet.

His hands moved to your hips as he began to fuck you, hard and deep with every thrust. You hated the way you were dripping around his cock, the way you could feel pleasure beginning to build with every thrust. He noticed immediately when your whimpers of fear turned to desperate moans of pleasure.

“That’s right, mutt. This is where you belong. Crying on my cock.”

He started fucking you faster, forcing your hips into the dirt as he hitched your knees over the cold armor plates on his shoulders. You were bent practically in half, split apart on his cock as he fucked you through your tears.

He chuckled when you came, eyes fluttering shut as you clenched around him. “You like that, little mutt?” He fucked you through your orgasm, his own breaths growing ragged as he drew nearer to his own. “You like being owned?”

All you could do was nod. It felt so good, and the rush of fear and pleasure and pain was overwhelming. Everything felt too real, yet like a dream.

He growled again as he came, forcing his cock deep inside and settling his entire weight on you. He was marking you. Claiming you.

You collapsed into the dirt when he finally pulled out, wiping his slick cock against your thighs to clean himself. It hurt to curl onto your side, to try and hide your face against the ground.

“You want to live?” The Mandalorian asked, wiping his blaster on your ruined clothes.

You looked up at him brokenly, nodding through your tears.

“Then you belong to me. That’s the price. If you decide you change your mind, I get my million credits.”

All you could do was nod. You weren’t expecting the Mandalorian to kneel beside you, brushing the dirt from your cheek with his thumb. “I’m gonna mark you as mine, mutt. You’re gonna want to bite down on this.”

He pulled his glove off and shoved the soft leather between your teeth. You did as he ordered, trying to stifle your terrified whines as he pulled a branding laser from his belt. The kind you had seen used on livestock.

He brushed the dirt and leaves from your hip and thigh, positioning his mark over the bared skin.

You screamed when the laser scorched your skin, etching the Mandalorian’s claim into your hip with a flash and a hiss. You were thankful for the glove, or you surely would have cracked your teeth.

You could feel the hunter’s come dripping out of you and spilling over your thighs. You had given yourself up completely, used and claimed. But the sense of danger had passed. You were alive.

A breeze whistled through the trees, cool air brushing the newly burned skin. The mark was unfamiliar, a symbol you hadn’t seen before. Some kind of horned beast. It looked beautiful in a way.

“Easy, mutt,” he soothed you. “It’s done. You’re mine.”

#kinktober 2023 #the mandalorian #mandalorian #the mandalorian/reader #mandalorian/reader #din djarin #din djarin/reader #din djarin x reader #mandalorian x reader

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jedipoodoo · 2 years

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Hi! I can't get enough of your writing it's so good!! Could I request a songfic with Hunter x Reader or just the squad in general (song is Rewrite the Stars or The Other Side, both are from The Greatest Showman, you choose) If you don't know either of these songs or don't do songfics then just forget this request 😅 Thank you!

NNNNNNN REWRITE THE STARS IS MY KRYPTONITE

I don't necessarily write songfics anymore, but I can definitely write fics inspired by the requested songs 😘

Notes: Jedi reader, gender-neutral, forbidden romance, anidala vibes 'cause they're the OG, injuries, injured Hunter

Tags: @djarrex for the divider and @queenquazar cuz she said so.

Say That It's Possible (Sergeant Hunter x Jedi!Reader)

"The planet is for the most part uninhabited, so there's no concerns with holding back."

"You mean we get to blow it all to bits?" Wrecker grinned with a little too much enthusiasm.

You laughed softly, redirecting your gaze to the hologram of Boz Pity in front of you, "I don't think we have quite enough firepower to blow it completely to bits, but yeah. Go wild."

"Only after we have obtained the data necessary to interfere with the Separatist attacks on Bothawui and Takodona," Tech reminded you all.

You nodded, "after we get the data, General Vos and his troops should provide us with the backup needed to take down the Separatist's base."

Wrecker didn't care, he was already calculating how many explosives you would need to load onto the Marauder before you left. It was clear you wouldn't get anything else out of them for now, so you dismissed the boys with a wave of your hand, telling them to pack up and be ready to move out within two standard hours.

The others left without a hassle, but the Sergeant stopped halfway to the door, nervously tapping his foot. Not that you noticed, you were trying to look busy with the hologram and getting a closer look at the base.

"Anything else?" Hunter asked quietly.

You looked up, only for your eyes to meet his for a moment before you glanced back down at your datapad.

"What else is there?" you replied, shuffling sheets of flimsi into a haphazard stack.

Hunter froze.

"Yeah, you're right. What else..."

He shook his head and snatched his helmet from the holo-table.

"Hunter-!" You took a couple steps after him, and he spun to glare at you.

"You really wanna pretend that what happened last night wasn't real? We're just gonna prance about ignoring all of that?"

"I don't prance-"

"That's what you're hung up about!?" Hunter said.

You folded your arms tightly. Trying to do anything but remember what Hunter had told you last night.

There had been too much wine, the taste of meiloorun was still sharp on your tongue, mixed with the rum and lime Hunter had been drinking. It had been a rough few months, and you didn't think it was anything more than stress relief in some dark corner of 79's until he started talking, murmuring sweet words against your skin. Drunkenly, you'd echoed it all back in response, only for the realization of what you'd just confessed to rip you from your drunken stupor for long enough to push Hunter away and stumble to a cab, taking you back to the Jedi Temple. A pounding headache and the feeling of his lips on yours had kept you awake all night.

"What do you want me to say, Hunter?" You demanded, "That I love you and we can just drop everything and disappear? You know we can't."

"I know," He grunted, frustrated.

"You have your brothers and I have the order, we can't just leave them."

"I know," Hunter growled. You reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, then pulled back. Hunter's eyes flickered to your hand, you could see the instant when his heart broke.

"We're in the middle of a war, it's too dangerous to just leave. Why can't we go back to the way things were? Why can't we just be friends?"

"Friends?" Hunter asked, as if the word was foreign to him, "Just friends?"

You took a step back at the bite in his words. You knew that Hunter would never hurt you, but you had never heard him this angry before.

"People who are just friends don't look at each other the way you look at me, I know that much," he growled, "Just friends don't stay up all night talking about all sorts of nonsense just to spend a couple more seconds together, and 'Just Friends' don't make me feel the way you do."

You shook your head in denial, "Hunter, I don't understand, why can't we just-"

"I can't!" Hunter's helmet clattered to the ground as he waved his arms, "Because I karking love you, that's why!"

The confession rang out in the empty ops room, and your heart was beating too fast for you to worry about anyone having heard his confession.

You took a deep gulp of air, and Hunter was breathing heavily. He wouldn't look at you, as much as you silently begged him to look up.

Slowly, carefully, he picked up his helmet, looking it once over for damage.

"You...you love me?" You stammered, leaning back against the holotable.

A beat of silence, then Hunter nodded.

"I...understand now that you don't feel the same way. My apologies for being too forward."

"Hunt-"His name died in your throat as he placed his helmet back on his head.

"I'll meet you at the ship, General," The title slid down the back of your mind like ice. None of the boys had ever called you that before, certainly not Hunter. The door slid shut behind him, and you fell to your knees in front of the table.

Neither of you were paying too much attention on the mission. The others could almost see the tension in the air between you and your Sergeant, but they didn't comment on it. Perhaps they knew if they approached you or Hunter about it they might find themselves missing a couple of fingers.

Master Vos had commed you to let you know they were running a bit behind with the seige at Saleucami, but that was okay, because you and your squad weren't exactly ahead of schedule either.

You were still unable to get the data you needed, leaving Tech upset, and you hadn't been able to blow much up yet, so Wrecker was getting antsy. Crosshair was being grumpier as usual because everyone was still getting used to Echo. And of course, Hunter was still giving you the cold shoulder, out of 'respect' of course, but still.

The blade of your lightsaber slashed back and forth through the droids in a blur of burning light as the six of you exchanged short comments to update your positions, stubbornly refusing to ask each other for help.

"This is no way to work as a team," You could hear your old Master shaking his head in disappointment, only to place a hand on your shoulder and give you an understanding smile.

"How can you expect to succeed without the help of those who love you?"

Okay, so maybe the word "love" wasn't in Mace Windu's vocabulary, but the sentiment was there. How would that sentiment change if he knew about your feelings for Hunter? You found it hard to believe that he would be very encouraging of the idea, but he would doubtlessly be disappointed in you for letting it fracture your team like this.

You ducked beneath a fallen tree, switching off your lightsaber to think.

"Wrecker, Hunter, We need a distraction at the southeast corner. There should still be a weak spot there from the other day."

"What kind of distraction?" Wrecker asked.

"Whatever kind you can muster," You said, "Echo, Tech, can you make it to the maintenance entrance on the west side in five minutes?"

"You got it, General!"

You exhaled deeply. "Crosshair-"

"The ramparts are cleared, mesh'la," he said.

"Language," Hunter bit out, the same harsh tune he'd been using all week.

An icy silence settled over the comms.

"Um...what do you mean?" Echo asked.

"We call them that all the time!" Wrecker said, more to Hunter than over the comms.

Well, you'd managed to get your team working together again. Now you just had to figure out how to work with Hunter again.

"Wrecker, I'm headed your way. Let me know what I can do to help."

By the time you made it to the southeast corner, Wrecker was chucking fallen tree trunks at the wall like giant javelins, and Hunter was picking off droids with his blaster in one hand and his knife in the other.

Your lightsaber ignited as you ran towards them, leaping over Hunter's head to take out the spider droid approaching them from behind.

Hunter froze for a moment, watching as you brushed sweat from your forehead, but he looked away once he realized you had noticed.

"Echo, Tech, how we doing?" He asked.

"We're in, all quiet now. We're not too far from the ops room," Echo said, a lightness in his voice allowed you to be hopeful.

"The droids are moving towards your position," Crosshair warned, "and they've got something with them."

"Please tell me it's another tank!" Wrecker said giddily, hefting another tree trunk into the air above his head.

Your gut shifted sourly with a whisper from the force, and Hunter looked at you, sensing the same thing. A tank came around the corner, and even without taking aim, it fired at you. You didn't move, intending to redirect the blast to the Separatist's own base with the force, but you didn't expect the blast to throw you to the ground.

"Hunter!" Wrecker's voice rang in your ears. The tree trunk went flying through the air, jamming into the tank's cannon the moment it tried to fire, blowing it sky-high along with a good chunk of the wall.

Droids were everywhere, and before your vision had cleared you were already on the defensive. You had to keep their focus on you, then the others would have a hope of getting out alive. that was your job, to sacrifice everything for these men, for the galaxy.

It took a moment for the ringing in your ears to clear, just in time for you to hear Crosshair shouting your name and Tech reporting that they had successfully acquired the intel and had already beamed it off to the generals on Bothawui and Takodona.

You nodded, chest heaving.

"Everyone regroup back at the Marauder," you had to contact General Vos and give him the good news.

You turned from the carnages of burning walls and scraps of droids to see Wrecker cradling someone in his arms, looking almost forlorn in his imposing helmet.

Through the smoky haze, you could make out a burn on his torso, and the white half-skull painted on his helmet.

"Hunter!" You screamed.

You were at his side in an instant, and the bruises forming on your knees and thighs told you what had happened.

"Idiot, stupid, di'kut," You muttered, searching for his hand to grasp it, to let him know you were there. You looked over his body, searching for injuries. His helmet had absorbed most of the impact to his head, but it was still enough to leave him dazed, and the blaster burn on his side looked ugly. Though he was knocked out, you could sense his body crying out in pain through the force, begging for relief.

"I could've taken it, I could've taken it, you idiot," You whispered, sniffing as tears began to form.

Echo and Tech waved to the two of you, more droids were coming. When you didn't move, Wrecker grabbed your arm and pulled you into the trees with the others.

Returning to the Marauder was a daze. You barely registered sending the message to General Vos telling him that Boz Pity was all his. you were too distracted with Tech and Crosshair busying themselves about Hunter's cot with cases of bandages and med-patches.

"He's waking up," Echo warned, and you jumped up from your seat. You could sense him through the force. At first he just felt the exhaustion, and then the pain hit him like a Light Cruiser, and he cried out. His whole body tensed as his senses became overwhelmed with the scent of blood, bacta, burnt fabric, and the rapid beeping of the portable EKG.

"We'll have to knock him out," Tech grit his teeth as Hunter grunted in order to hold back a scream.

"He'll have to go through the same thing all over again when he wakes up," Crosshair reminded him.

"We have to finish treating his wounds. He risks reopening them if we keep going now."

You pushed past them, snatching Hunter's hand from the cot.

"Hunter," You said sharply. He froe for a moment, and you squeezed his hand tightly.

"Hunter, I need you to relax. Can you focus on me? Only on me?"

Hunter bravely took a deep breath, and looked up at you.

"It hurts," He muttered, but his body had stopped thrashing enough for Crosshair to go back to cleaning the wound.

Hunter hissed at the sting of antiseptic, and you squeezed his hand. "Hunter, no, look at me," You begged, kneeling next to him. You really didn't want to be the general right now. Hunter's jaw rotated as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Hunter," You ran your fingers over his bandana, brushing sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.

Hunter sighed heavily, and turned to look at you. You tried to smile at him, but tears pricked at your eyes.

You should say something to him. Something, anything to distract him from the pain he was feeling right now.

But instead, a question tumbled out of your mouth.

"Why did you do that, you di'kut? You know I can take care of myself!"

Hunter bit his lip as he pondered what to say. He sucked in a deep breath between his teeth when Tech placed the last bacta patch on his burn.

"I was scared," He admitted at last. His voice was hoarse, and you fumbled for his canteen.

"Scared of what?" You snapped, "You're the Sergeant of the Bad Batch, nothing scares you!"

Despite wincing at the tugging on his torso, Hunter's other arm swung around, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"You really think that, Cyare?" He murmured.

Crosshair and Tech looked at you both in surprise, and Echo started to usher them both from the room.

"Hunter," You whispered.

He remembered where he was. His hand fell away, and he rolled back onto the cot. He tried to pull his hand from you, but was surprised when you held tight, pulling his hand to your cheek.

His eyes went wide as her felt your tears on the back of his hand.

"Gen-" He stopped himself as you hid a wince.

"Cyare," He corrected himself, "Are you sure?"

You paused, but nodded, "I can't lose you, Hunter. I'm sorry I never said it before, but I was..." You trailed off into a sort of shrug. He knew.

"I understand if your feelings have changed or if you don't want me anymore, but if...if you do..."

You took a shaky breath, "I'm willing to give it a try."

Hunter pondered your words as the EKG beeped out a steady rhythm. Wrecker was in the cockpit trying to ask the others what was going on, but none of them were looking.

When Hunter still said nothing, you tried again.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you sine that night, since that day. You don't know how I'm holding myself back from running to you every time I see you. You don't know that you are the last thing I think of before I fall asleep at night, and you don't know that your voice is what keeps me from crumbling to the darkness when things become too much."

Hunter's fingers gently stroked your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear. "I will always love you. In every lifetime, in every world, in every language. I love you, even if it means letting go of you for a little bit." You pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, "You have me now," you promised.

Hunter pulled you down to his level, and you tried to be gentle with his injuries even as he pulled you closer, his free hand cradling the back of your head. The EKG beeped a rapidly for a moment, until Hunter got used to the sensation. You took a step back, insisting that he needed to breathe.

"So what does this mean?" You asked bashfully. Romantic relationships weren't the forte of your Jedi training.

"We can figure it out as we go, right?" Hunter asked. He looked a little embarrassed, and it was obvious that neither one of you knew what you were doing. You laughed a little, resting your forehead against his.

"Yeah, as we go," You agreed, "It won't be easy."

Hunter snorted, giving you a tired smile, "I don't need easy, Cyare, I just need possible."

#lizart writes #sergeant hunter #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #tbb hunter #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #jedi reader #sergeant hunter x jedi! reader

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Spoilers for swtor 7.4 or whatever were on right now.

I love swtor. I really do. I liked the new zone and characters. Under different circumstances, I'd be happy with it.

But.... cmon, devs! It's been so many months since 7.0 dropped! And years since we first met Heta Kol, and saw that Malgus had a plan (tm).

I can't speak for most players. but me, personally: I need answers for a change, not vague hints promising something major and destructive is coming! As of this moment, it looks like Malgus just wants to burn the galaxy down to "start over" or something. And it's very cult-y. Very edgeboi. I can't believe they resurrected him just for this. And are keeping him alive.

And Heta Col... why do so many Mandos fanatically follow her? I've never been gung-ho about Mandalorians, I've always seen then as a civilization of professional raiders, bandits, thugs, pirates, and bullies. But the Hidden Chain seems to be following Heta for no other reason than to be allowed to return to pillaging. All they had to do was go their own way, Shae didn't seem like she had the power to force everyone to toe her line. But they're fighting the only Mandalore to win against the Eternal Empire.

What's worse... the time gap between updates. I realized yesterday, to my horror, that I can't remember what's going on. This kind of gap isn't conducive to a slow, patiently paced storyline. This isn't FF14.

I was hoping for answers, or at least, time with Lana and Theron.

Another problem, perhaps minor to some: we're returning to old worlds, instead of exploring new ones. Selonia, Mon Cala, Ithor, Rodia, Sullust, Vortex, Ryloth, Felucia, Bothawui, Kashyyyk, Trandosha, Gamorr, Bimmisaari, Tanaab, Chandrilla, Contruum, Carida, Csilla... as Lana says, "So much galaxy yet to explore, and here we are."

And a final, large complaint: "The Republic is corrupt and doesn't exist out here *at all*" is a trope that I'd like to see subverted, for a change. We need wins for the idea of Democracy. The Empire has always functioned as intended, with Chancellor Rans in command, I'd have hoped the Republic briefly did as well.

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Just like the first time, the Battle of Bothawui is a roaring success.

And just like the first time, Grievous flees like the coward he is.

Anakin watches it happen for a moment, sees the familiar course Grievous is taking through the asteroid belt, and—

He knows what Grievous is going to do. Force hells, he knows what Grievous is going to do. He could cut him off successfully this time. He could get Grievous off the playing field before he commits so many atrocities.

"I know what to do this time,” Anakin says to Rex over the comms as he guns it. “I’m going in, I know what he's going to do,"

"Sir—"

“He’s gonna power up his hyperdrive, R2, hang on, get us some more speed—”

“Sir!”

Rex, per usual, sounds perfectly professional, so Anakin doesn’t feel too bad ignoring him. He’ll make it up to him by capturing Grievous now and ending his reign of terror years early.

R2 beeps out a message— same message as last time, warrants the same response—

“See what you can do about that, buddy,” he says, right as he goes to dodge the incoming debris he knows is about to hit him, and he does dodge it, it’s fine, but seconds later—

“Oh, fuck.”

Everything goes black.

---

Waking up is slow, blurry, and painful.

Anakin blinks, and blinks again. Oh, no. He remembers this.

“What happened?” he asks wearily, already anticipating the response.

"You owe Rexster your skin, Skyguy," Ahsoka says, just like before. Anakin opens his eyes, ready to see Rex standing behind her, and—

He’s not there.

Shit. Why isn’t Rex there?

“Is Rex okay?” Anakin asks hurriedly, forcing himself upwards into a sitting position, despite the way his head screams at him for it. Rex was here last time. Rex should be here this time. He knows Rex, he knows there’s no way Rex would leave unless something really serious happened—

“Yeah, he’s fine,” Ahsoka says flippantly. “I mean, he’s systematically destroying every training droid on the ship, last I checked— he really was not happy with that stunt there, he introduced me to like seven new words I’d never heard before— but physically, he’s fine.”

… Ah. Right. Rex had been really determined to stop R2 from going missing this time, to stop them from having to lose anyone hunting him down.

Anakin shuts his eyes. Fuck. Fuck. He fucked up. The one thing Rex asked him for, and he couldn't even do that. He can practically hear Obi-Wan’s lecture in his head already.

"R2's missing, isn't he." It's not a question. He opens his eyes again just in time to see Ahsoka wince.

"Yeah, he is. I'm sorry, Master. But Grievous's ships are all now spare parts! And they’ve already delivered your replacement astromech droid!"

"Force fuck a sith," Anakin mutters under his breath, ignoring Ahsoka's sudden giggle at his language. She’ll hear worse from him over the course of her padawanship. "Jetpacks."

"What?"

"We're getting Torrent jetpacks. Rex wants a jetpack, trust me."

"... Okay?" Ahsoka's giggle sounds distinctly more uncertain this time, but Anakin can't find it within himself to care— at least Ahsoka is here. Ahsoka is safe. Ahsoka is where he can make sure she stays that way. And he’ll make sure Rex stays safe too, even if he did mess this one up a little. It’ll all be fine. He’s certain of it.

---

The new replacement astromech droid is a demon.

Within five seconds of meeting him, it’s easy to remember why Anakin hated R3-S6 so much the first time around. And that’s not even including the whole “Separatist spy” aspect.

“I’m not taking him on the mission,” Anakin says, point blank, when Ahsoka tries to get him to.

“Master, you need an astromech droid!” Ahsoka argues back. “The R3s are faster in thinking skills than the R2s, and this little guy here is gold! A gold droid for the Gold Leader of Gold Squadron! It’s practically fated!”

“No, and that’s my final answer,” Anakin snaps in return.

R3 beeps sadly. Anakin glares at him. He knows what that droid is hiding, and there’s no way he’s risking this mission by bringing him along. He’s going to get R2 back from that scavenger successfully this time, and Rex is going to forgive him, and it’s all going to be fine. He’s certain of it.

---

They head straight to the Trandoshan Scavenger this time around. There’s no reason to waste time going back to find his ship when Anakin knows R2 won’t be there, and, well—

He’s not hiding from Rex, he’s just… not finding him. Big difference. If Rex wanted to talk to him, Rex could find him. Anakin is just… respecting Rex’s distance. Yeah. That’s all he’s doing.

To be fair, they didn’t find R2 in the scavenger ship last time, but when Anakin thinks about it, he remembers hearing those beeps, remembers his suspicion. R2 had to get to the listening post somehow after all, and the scavenger was suspicious as the Sith.

Just like last time, Ahsoka immediately complains about the smell. Anakin doesn’t laugh at her, cause he’s a good Master, but it’s just as tempting as it was last time.

She wouldn’t last a day on Tatooine. Probably a good thing, ultimately, he wouldn’t want her to ever be in a position where she would have to last a day there, but it’s still funny as hell.

“We’re looking for an R2 unit,” Anakin says as they meet the owner of the ship. “You happen to pick up any recently?”

“An R series?” the Trandoshan asks, and he looks down, shaking his head. “No, not for a long time.”

Force hells. Anakin doesn’t want to go through this whole song and dance again. The Trandoshan is just as irritating as he remembers.

“I know you’re lying,” Anakin says coldly, and pulls out his lightsaber. "I'm not fucking around."

"Woah," the man says, "woah, woah, woah, hey, there's no need for that—"

"Show me where my kriffing droid is—"

"I told you, I don't have it—"

"Don't lie to me—"

"Master—"

“I’ll go through you if I must—”

“Fine!” the Trandoshan squeaks, “fine, fine, there might be an R2 unit in the hold, you can look around! Go knock yourself out!” He shakes his head, mutters under his breath, “Jedi, so rude.”

Anakin ignores him, instead focusing on striding in the moment the door is open. Ahsoka runs after him.

“Master, come on,” Ahsoka pleads. Anakin keeps going. Thank the kriffing Force R3 isn’t here this time, no one here to set off those Force forsaken Assassin Droids.

“Be careful,” Anakin says shortly as they move. “You don’t want to set off the assassin droids.”

“What assassin droids?”

Anakin points.

“Those ones.”

“Oh.” A pause. “They don’t look too scary to me.”

“Nothing looks scary to you, Snips. Stick close to me.”

“Fineeeeeee.”

They walk further in. Suddenly, the sound of beeping—

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That was R2!”

“How do you know that?”

Anakin ignores the question. “It came from down here.” He pulls his lightsaber out, and starts carving open the door.

“Master, you can’t just—”

“Watch me.” His tone of voice leaves no room for argument.

“Hey!” a voice comes from the other side of the doors. “Hey, hey, stop carving my doors open you fucking freak—”

“Let us in,” Anakin orders.

“Fine!” The Trandoshan says. “Fine, fine, fine, Maker, if you didn’t have a lightsaber you’d be a dead man.”

“Where’s my droid?”

“Master, R2 isn’t here!”

“Be quiet Ahsoka.” Anakin glares at the man. “Tell me where my droid is, or I’ll find it myself.”

“There’s no R2 droid here—”

“Cut the crap. We both know you’re lying.” Anakin pushes him to the side and stalks past, heading towards the cockpit. “Now tell me where my droid is, or I’ll pilot this ship to the nearest Republic cruiser, and you can spend your next few years ruminating on whether or not an R2 droid was worth a prison sentence.”

Ahsoka makes a squeaking noise behind him. He’s quickly distracted from that by the sudden reappearance of those familiar beeps, this time much louder.

Wordlessly, Anakin takes off towards the sound.

“Hey—”

The Trandoshan reaches for him, and Anakin pulls his lightsaber out. The Trandoshan stops dead in his tracks.

Despite how tempting it is, Anakin does not use his lightsaber to cut the Trandoshan’s head off. Instead, he brings it up to the wall, and starts carving open the paneling near where he heard R2’s beeping. He sees nothing at first, so he switches walls, ignoring the Trandoshan’s offended sputtering, and—

There!

R2 beeps again, and Anakin sighs in relief as his familiar blue shell comes into view. “Knew I’d find you here, buddy,” he says, grinning. “Lemme get that restrictor bolt off you, and we’ll be good to go.”

“Hey!” the Trandoshan says, “you can’t just steal my merchandise—”

His merchandise? R2 isn’t kriffing merchandise. R2 is his friend.

Anakin spins around, lightsaber still in hand, and brings it up to the man’s neck. “You’re lucky I’m not taking your life for lying to me,” he says, voice cool. “Now get the hell out of my way before I decide otherwise.”

---

“I got R2 back!” Anakin crows when he gets back to the ship. Rex is waiting for him, arms crossed, and he feels distinctly unimpressed in the Force.

Still, Rex replies with, “good job, sir,” and it sounds just as sincere as always. Good ol’ Rex. Loyal as ever. “Now we just need to find Skytop Station.”

Anakin waves that off. “Eh, we haven’t even gotten the orders for that yet.”

“We’re also lacking the tracking ability we had originally, sir.”

Ah. Right. That is a solid point.

“Get the men started on scanning the area, and come up with a game plan for what we’ll need to do,” Anakin orders, and Rex nods once, before spinning on his heel and taking back off towards the bridge.

Ahsoka finally disembarks off of the ship, feeling distinctly uncertain in the Force. He gets the sense that she’s dragging her heels a bit. Probably annoyed that she won’t be able to force him to bond with the demon unit now.

If it was up to Anakin, he’d push it out of the airlock, but they still need to figure out what caused it to turn traitor.

“Hey, Snips. Mind bringing R3 to my workshop? I want to check something out.”

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archeo-starwars · 10 months

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voidendron · 1 year

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Hiya! I like seeing your own versions of the Exarchs of Zakuul, in fact thanks to you and swtorpadawan I’m starting to think of my own headcanons for them and the Dreadmasters. So I’m wondering, what order did you do each of the Star Fortresses in? Cause I have my own order but idk if it makes sense

Yessss join us!! >:D

So, gameplay-wise I don't remember the order I went in. I DO know, however, that Nar Shaddaa was the first one I ran - and that's because I was a new player at the time and couldn't out-damage Lesin's self-healing. That's actually why I put him as unofficial leader of the Exarchs, and why I had my Wrath and her girlfriend as the team to take down his Fortress, due to how goddamn difficult his fight can be.

Anyway! Story-wise I actually had all of the Fortresses attacked at once in a coordinated strike!

My Alliance anonymously got some inside info from someone they suspected was an engineer on the Fortresses, and it was enough info for them to go off for that strike because the EPHEMRISes were temporarily down at the time. (they later learned the info was actually from one of the Exarchs himself)

My Commander, Terrin (Grand Champion) took Torian with her to Bothawui because she didn't want that one to fire again and it was high priority to take it down even if it wasn't a Fortress you fight in-game.

Azan (Wrath) and her girlfriend, Max (bounty hunter) took on Nar Shaddaa because they're both absolute tanks and would have the best chance against Lesin. Their job was to make some noise, cause distraction and panic from the other Exarchs so they had a harder time defending their own Fortresses from the teams already well inside.

Xaerez (Cipher Nine) used a stealth generator to get through the Voss one on his own. He ended up coming face-to-face with Andur....only to find out he was the inside man who'd given the info. Andur proceeded to go rogue and protect Xaerez from the Knights and Skytroopers on board as he sliced into various systems to bring the place down. He was the first one to bring down the Fortress thanks to Andur.

Raphios (warrior) and Lana took on Tatooine. Tarso's Fortress was the most advanced because he was constantly working on upgrades and defensive/offensive systems since he was an engineer before he was an Exarch or even a Knight, so the Commander knew a team that could hand those defenses would be needed.

Alvihr ("consular") and Xandosc (warrior) went to Belsavis. In their case, it was because Forta was upgraded with not brute strength like most of the other Exarchs, but insane agility even by Force-user standards. So what better to combat her skills than two Force-sensitive Cathar?

Kidak (knight) and Feymark (consular) went to Hoth. Kidak, because he's really good with computers and could work quickly even as Jom sent forces after them, and Fey because of their skills from both their Padawan training, and living among the Warstalkers for most of their adult life.

Synnda (Barsen'thor) and Qizulth (Darth Nox) took on Alderaan because Terrin wanted a team she knew could handle one of the strongest Exarchs. They were the last team to take down their Fortress due to having been captured. They escaped, set the Fortress to explode, and were confronted by Zar Draya before they could get out of there. Synnda touched on the dark side to end the fight with Zar before it could even begin, crumbling the final fight arena from the flashpoint around her to partially crush her, before dropping it - and her - into the reactor below.

I'm sloooowwwly working on a multi-chapter fic for the strike, but not sure when it'll be done, but yeah! sorry for the ramble I just love talking about them ajdskljakld

#swtor #exarchs of zakuul #answered ask #jjjwhovian

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for-the-sake-of-color · 1 year

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And that's a Wrap for Tarkin. F.

May your death serve to do something you never did in life.

Something Good.

“Another wave!” Howler shouted as he pulled the sith behind cover again, shots reflecting off him as Howler shot back several of his own past him.

Howler hoped the sith wouldn’t remember just how many times he used the guy as a shield if they got out of here alive and he got the disruptor off. He had to admit though it was… pretty effective. Real Mandalorian Iron really was everything the legends said. And the siths aim with a blaster was decent, even under fire, but Howler really did have to tell him who to shoot at pretty much every time. And where to walk, and when to run, and when to duck. Like the world's shittiest yet invincible protocol droid.

Terrain data show them as still being nine klicks from the citadel, and the droids knew they were here. But occasionally, strangely, packs of the drones flew right past them. Did… did the Jedi actually come back for them? That was a suicide mission.

“You think we should hold tight and see if they catch up?” Howler asked the sith, who had just finished shooting down the last of this wave of drones, Howler pulling him back into the deep cover of an overhang’s wall.

“Quid est?” [what?]

Yea, he also got that a lot anytime he tried to ask the guy anything that wasn’t a direct and pointed question.

“You’re a lucky son of a bitch if someone actually came back for you. Cause they sure aren’t coming back for a single pilot. Although with the shit you just pulled I guess the Jedi wouldn’t want to leave you to the separatists. I don’t know how the hell you pulled us from space in an instant from systems away”

The sith shrugged the motherfucker, “divinitas excludit distantiam” [divinity excludes distance]

Howler had to scoff, “You’re far from a god now”

“noluerunt me esse deum” [they did not want me to be a god]

And Howler did wonder about this guy. He had actually met him before, back on Bothawui. He had watched him haul a trooper, a medic maybe, if he remembered right, to Howler's ship, picking up wounded that had managed to gather for extraction. He had come back and picked up many other groups of survivors that night, although he hadn’t caught any more glimpses of the man. And he had heard that he had been assigned to a squad on the Resolute, although he hadn’t run across the sith again since. But he had heard plenty of rumors.

“Is it true you’ll do whatever your clone captain says and that's it? You don't even listen to the generals?”

“mei sunt, ego illorum sum” [they are mine, I am theirs]

“And your squad… didn’t want you to be a god?”

“Sic” [yes]

“And you just stopped trying to be a god because your squad didn’t want you to?” Howler asked, puzzled.

“Sic” [yes]

“Why?” Why would someone give up apparent godhood, and Howler wasn’t going to count out the fact that it could have worked because he was here. And potentially the Resolute was still here, and that shouldn't have been possible given they had been three systems away. He didn’t know if that's the kind of power a god wielded, but it was certainly more than he could ever imagine being able to.

“quid vis?” [what do you mean?]

Howler shook his head as he checked his scanner. No droids on the pop-up currently, but no help either. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to take a short break. Especially since he was actually fairly certain that the siths ankle was broken instead of sprained given the way his knee had also started giving out as they ran/climbed/dodged. And his arm hadn’t really stopped bleeding either, although it had slowed some, he hoped from clotting and not lack-there-of to bleed. He wondered if it was the scrambler or just the siths personality that kept him from verbalizing what must be a decent amount of pain. He just really didn’t get this guy.

“Why would you give up godhood for some clones, if you thought you could actually do it?”

The sith tilted his head at him, “quia amo eos, et quaesiverunt” [because I love them, and they asked]

He scoffed at the sith as he drew his blaster, scanner picking up more drones incoming. Of course, love.

“Drones, over there”

“Euge.” [Yay.]

“We are going back for them, aren’t we Master?”

“Unfortunately, Brek’s squad still has Tarkin, who still has the other half of what we need.”

“Aww you like Brek, skyguy. Admit it.”

“Okay, Maybe I want to see him try to talk his way out of his squad's mutiny charges when they actually find him, or try to talk his way out of whatever the council is going to say about bringing the Resolute here with the force. But, for now, let's just focus on defending the cruiser until we get the call to Captain Jet back up or until reinforcements arrive and we can go looking ourselves”

Ahsoka grinned as their LAAt landed in the Resolutes Hangar, directly next to their starfighters. Defend the cruiser, indeed.

Nihlus had been sitting in nothingness for a while, staring into the abyss of the sky occasionally interrupted by red and blue blaster fire, when he suddenly snapped back to himself like a cold glass of water being poured down his back, and he had to bite his fist to muffle the scream he made at the agony in his arm and his leg at the moment. He was… he was sitting in the wreck of a crashed LAAt, and Margo was shaking his shoulder, face pale.

Something was very wrong.

“Save us, save him” She whispered at him quietly, obviously injured, but not the worst of them. The screaming was actually coming from

“Sprig” He said, searching for the munitions expert

There, next to the barricade Jet, Cynic, Lake and Torch were firing from. He crawled his way over the best he could, Sprig's breath coming out in short bursts now, in between his shouts and moans. Charred hole in his armor, on his side, right next to his heart. The only reason he was not already dead of blood loss right now was the sheer intense heat of the shot that had hit him had cauterized multiple blood vessels.

And there was nothing Nihlus could do. He looked up and back to Margo, and there was an intensity in her gaze he had never seen before.

Save us.

Nihlus felt agony in his heart. He couldn’t. The disruptor had sapped everything from him and he couldn’t. He could do a transfer but then Nihlus might die, and he still had the rest of the squad to protect

“Aren’t you supposed to be some sort of Jedi? Get up and help us!” Captain Tarkin shouted at him, firing off a volley of rounds into the oncoming droids

And it was like time crawled to a halt as Nihlus realized what he had to do to save Sprig. To save all of them. But… he looked to Margo, who nodded once, and the grin Nihlus gave her was all teeth, because…

“No, I’m a Sith” And then he raised his hand, and ripped out the soul of the one guy here he just could not fucking stand since the moment he had met him

Holy shit, holy shit. The second the sith had gotten the disruptor off he had murdered that Captain! Why wasn’t the squad doing anything?

Howler watched as the sith turned to the wounded soldier on the ground. No. no, he was not going to let him take more lives, he was insane. Howler got maybe three steps towards the sith before he was yanked to the ground by his belt.

“Stop, let him work” The trooper who had grabbed him said

“Let me go, he’s going to kill him”

“Is that what you think is happening?” The trooper asked rhetorically, pinning Howler to the ground as he struggled to get an eyeline of the sith.

“What?”

He watched him reach his hand to the wound and… hover there for several seconds before the trooper gasped deep breaths, grabbing at… where the hole in his chest had been moments before. The previously dying trooper grabbed his blaster and began to fire with the rest of them once more. Oh yea, the guy was a healer.

The siths head snapped towards him and Howler would have scrambled backwards if he could except… no he wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the soldier holding him. And then suddenly he was next to them, and Howler could move again. So… he scrambled the fuck backwards.

“Margo?” The sith said softly, brushing his hand over the soldier's side. The trooper almost seemed to relax, “Pelvis fracture? That must have fucking hurt, but thanks for holding him”

“What the hell is happening” Howler asked

“Howler… Thank you for keeping me safe.” Brek said, turning to look at him, before kneeling at his eye level, those strange glowing eyes feeling like they were boring into his own, even from behind his visor, “I can… absorb the life force of a person and use it to heal another. Or kill another, or several of either. I would do anything for my squad, you understand?”

“Yea, I can see that” Howler replied, glancing at the charred lump of what used to be Captain Wilhuff Tarkin, and thinking back to the siths proclamations of godhood

“Howler, my squad committed treason to come and get us, you know.”

“Nihlus-” the one he had called Margo hissed at him, but he just continued

“They committed treason, because otherwise that Captain wouldn’t have allowed them to come back, and we would have been left to die, because he had the other half of the information they needed for a hyperspace route, and I think he would have been able to talk Skywalker into leaving us. I actually already have both halves of it. But they don't know that one yet. Anyways, I killed Tarkin, because I needed his life force for healing or I would lose members of my squad. But you’re still alive, even though you aren’t part of my squad”

“Because I kept you safe?”

“No, because you’re not an asshole, even if you used me as a meat shield.” The sith paused, tilting his head in that same manner he had before with the disruptor. Must just be his thinking face. Then he met his eyes and gave him a lopsided grin, “You admire the forms my loyalty takes to my squad, you admire their loyalty for me”

“So what?” Howler asked defiantly, crossing his arms

“You’re on the precipice of a choice. You see, Margo can either repair the ship, or repair the distress beacon. Only so many power cells, after all, and there are only enough parts to fix one. Can cycle the engine, or we can call for help. But a ship isn’t much used to us if we can't fly it, and no offense to Cynic, he did do his best, but he is the reason we crashed here, after the pilot was shot. And he is the best pilot of us.”

“So either I join you, and fly your ship, and keep my mouth shut about Tarkin, or you kill me and use the beacon to call in another ship?”

The sith rolled his eyes at Howler, “Of course not, I don’t kill clones. You’ll just pass out with a concussion and no memory of the past week. Or, you join us, lie a little, and you gain a favor from me, and I’ll be a little more fond of you. And you understand exactly the sort of lengths I would go to for those I care about.”

Brek stretched his hand out, helmet flying into it, “Look, you have a little while to make your choice, it’s going to take Margo a minute to finish the power cell. I hope you’ll make the fun one.”

Before he put his helmet on, stood, and for the first time since Howler had met him, Ignited his lightsabers, placing himself between them and the enemy, and throwing their blaster bolts right back at them.

Howler gripped his holdout blaster tightly, before he stood and moved to the barricade. Maybe a slice of some deranged fucking loyalty like that wouldn’t be half-bad.

“Well that could have gone worse” Jet said as the onslaught of droids began to peter out, piles and piles of scrap lining the grounds around them

“It would be nice if we had not crashed a second time” Nihlus replied dryly from the other side of the barricade, occasionally lazily batting off bolts

Jet laughed, “Hey! Second time for you. This is the first time we crashed, so I think it’s going pretty well.”

“What’s with all this ‘we’ shit, Cynics the one that crashed” Torch complained

“Why don’t you take the reigns next time hot shot, see how well you can keep us in the air and dodge seps” Cynic said

“Actually, I think that’s my job” The pilot from LAAt three interrupted, “Or at least, I’ve heard you need a new pilot. Corporal Howler, Sir” He said, saluting Jet

“We’re picking up strays now?” Cynic asked Nihlus who just shrugged and said, “I picked up a whole squad of them, what’s new?”

“I think we picked you up, actually. Now and originally. There was a whole jedi council meeting over it and everything?” Lake replied, “We have pictures.”

“That seems to have completely slipped my memory” Nihlus replied, “Must have been the scrambler”

“Oh don't start that again.” Margo said from the ship, “You can’t blame everything on the scrambler. I’m not buying it this time”

Nihlus laughed, “I can do whatever I want, that doesn't mean it’ll work”

“It won’t! I’m not carrying you to bed again because the ‘scrambler's residual effects gave you an unbearable headache’ the next time you’re feeling lazy.”

“But Margooo,” Nihlus whined, “Margo my ankle is broken, Margo!”

“Go bitch to Heron about it,”

Heron chimed in, “Because I’m a medic or because I’m missing a leg?”

“Yes” Margo said simply, before returning back to her work, Nihlus muttering, “She does got me there”

#star wars the clone wars #clone trooper oc #star wars clone wars #sith oc #wilhuff tarkin #tarkin #nihlus tag #jet tag #sprig tag #heron tag #margo tag #lake tag #torch tag #howler tag #cynic tag #my art

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👿 - An Enemy for Ahsuka

I could almost say that one of Ahuska's greatest enemies throughout her various stories is her self esteem, haha, it's definitely one of the things she's battled most consistently against! But there are a few figures who have passed through her life that she would consider an enemy, one quite notably being a fellow Bothan (and one of the core reasons she despises Bothawui society in general). Hadrex Kor'var was the head of a small, not particularly powerful family who sought very much to climb the ladders of bothan society. He exemplified virtually every nasty part of bothan politics, shrewd, conniving, power hungry, and ready to smile sweetly at anyone who might be of use to him, then stab them in the back as soon as they weren't. However Hadrex was also obsessed with the dark side of the Force; with Sith, with occult practises, with rumours of witches and sorcerors, and he fancied himself a bit of a hobby alchemist. None of this scored him any points amongst the bothan councils, though it did give the Empire a mild interest in his business and a willingness to offer him some small support in his grabs for power, because having more links to the famed bothan spynet at their disposal was an appealing prospect.

What Hadrex did have working in his favour was an old family friendship with a considerably more powerful and exorbitantly wealthy family- one who he had the chance to connect his family to through marrige, if only he managed to sire a daughter to wed to their dutiful son. After the birth of his own seventh son, Hadrex finally decided that the situation was nothing that a little kidnapping and forged birth certificates couldn't solve, so long as he could locate the perfect candidate. An appropriately aged bothan girl, unattached to any family, unknown and unrecognisable to Bothawui.

Safe to say Ahuska did not approve of any of Hadrex's plans at all, and he absolutely misjudged the fact that even though no Bothawui family would miss her, it did not mean she would not be missed. He didn't live to see his plans come to fruition, and Ahuska does not care that she can't show her face on the planet any more. She's probably a little proud of the fact.

#character asks #ty for asking!#I'm finally getting there!#Ahuska forgives you the typo too haha #She knows you know it ;)#maan I had a drawing for this guy #but it's so old when I looked at it I wanted to cry #I should revisit some of her old plots with fresh art #as if I didn't have enough on my to-do list already!!

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Okay, I know that it's implied that the diplomatic reintegration of the Confederation in Outcast had mostly succeeded as of Backlash, but I love the mental image of Abeloth taking over the Alliance by influencing the minds of its voters to elect the senator she possessed, and then Corellia and Bothawui and Commenor are just like "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WHY ARE YOU WORSHIPPING THIS SENATOR AS A GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE"

#star wars legends #fate of the jedi #abeloth

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Eshka Mela'orok

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 20 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭: Bothawui 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Technician

Eshka is a curious cat who firmly believes machines are better than people. The beginning of Space Battles finds her a seemingly-unassuming landing dock mechanic on Corsucant who only ends up with the rest of the gang because she couldn't resist sneaking onto VC-20's ship to check out the cool tech. But when bounty hunters show up to collect her for the Hutts, it seems her past may be a liiiiittle more complicated.

By the end of A Shattered Galaxy, Eshka has learned the power of friendship (and developed a more-than-healthy fear of fire, thanks to a few close calls). But will this scrappy outlaw mechanic with a spotted Outer Rim past find her place in the New Republic?

Played by: Rebecca

Art commissioned from @lamalamuerte.

#space battles characters #space battles #space battles podcast #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #star wars #star wars rpg #star wars ttrpg #ttrpg podcast #edge of the empire #force and destiny #star wars podcast #space battles art

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AMOW: Winter Wumperland 2022 Day. 12 Forced to Perform~Animal Attack~Forced Transformation

Featuring............COUSIN BONDING TIME!!!

What cousins, you ask? Why, it’s Luke Skywalker, Ryoo Naberrie, & Pooja Naberrie all on a mission to an old Sith planet to look for a base.

Easy peasy right? WRONG!

This is going to be a multichap since I realized I’m just having way too much fun writing the cousins and I was already 5 pages in before they even stepped foot on plant lol.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43545942/chapters/109486980

Enjoy!

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Ryoo Naberrie, when she was younger, had dreamed of being an artist, or a historian. She had loved creating art and learning about it - and over time, had formed the desire to preserve as much of it as possible.

Maybe back when she was a small child, it wouldn’t have been such a hard job. After all, Naboo was famous for its love of art, beauty, and charm.

However, everything changed with the formation of the Empire, and their accompanying censorships.

It cracked down on any and all information about the Jedi Naboo held. Confiscated parts of their history involving revolts, unfair taxation, and even locked up the majority of information on Ryoo’s own aunt - the kind, beautiful, passionate Padme Amidala.

That had been the final straw for Ryoo Naberrie.

So she called one of her aunt’s old handmaidens, Sabe, and she was able to get her in contact with Leia Organa, Senator of Alderaan - a longtime ally of Naboo.

The two of them had worked out a way to allow Ryoo to get the Rebellion inside information in the Imperial network that they had hidden - and that had required Ryoo learning how to hack, code, and cover her tracks in the holonet.

She had to say, she rather enjoyed the work.

Plus, she got to dig around in the censored part of the holonet. Even if she couldn’t bring all that she had learned into the open (yet), it was still an exhilarating learning experience.

Until she got caught.

Thankfully, Ryoo’s defection hadn’t been detected until after the Imperial Senate had been dissolved, so Pooja, her sister, hadn’t suffered any backlash from the uppity upper class of the Empire.

But unfortunately, Ryoo’s attempted arrest and bounty had put a target on her whole family’s backs, and Pooja had been forced to go on the run with her while their mother, father, and grandparents were all put under house arrest.

It had been just her and Pooja, until Leia, now a wanted Rebel, extended a formal invitation to join the Rebellion - physically.

And, well, they had nothing else going for them at the moment.

Plus, it would be nice to be able to take a shot at the Empire.

And she could provide the Rebellion propaganda team with the many secret Imperial gossip she had found…

And that’s how Ryoo found herself where she was now. On a mission with Pooja, and Luke Skywalker, Death Star pilot, Jedi-in-training, former commander of Rogue (now Red) Squadron.

And son of Uncle Anakin.

When Ryoo had first heard of Luke, she had immediately gotten whiplash. And then anger set in.

The less said about what she did afterwards, the better. Not her finest moment, to say the least.

But Ryoo also knew Luke as the son of her aunt.

Of Padme.

He was her cousin, and he probably didn’t know, but she had no clue on how to break it to him.

It was maddening, really.

“High Command wants us to check out this planet,” Luke said, pointing to the holoprojection of a system. “It’s in the Korriban system, so we’ll have to be careful with our hyperspace jumps, but there should be an easy route right here,” he minimized the system projection and zoomed out further, before motioning between their current position near Bothawui and a planet Ryoo had never heard of - Athiss.

“Athiss is a hard planet to get to,” Luke explained as Ryoo closely studied the star map. “Hyperspace lanes have been unpredictable in the Korriban system for some time, and there’s only one way to get to Athiss.” he brought the hyperspace lanes up onto the star map. “We’ll need to jump to Korriban, then Ziost, and then we’ll have a straight-shot for Athiss.”

“Recalculating along the way, I’m guessing right?” Pooja added. Luke nodded, a light smile on his face.

“Right, after every jump we’ll have to recalculate. High Command doesn’t want to take any risks,”

“Any more than usual,” Ryoo shrugged.

“And recalculating our path after each jump should maximize our chances of not being pulled off-course.”

“Sounds good,” Pooja said, nudging her older sister’s shoulder playfully.

“When do we leave?” Ryoo asked.

Luke turned the holoprojector off, that smile still on his face. “30 minutes.”

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A few evasion of Imperial forces and a tight escape from a bounty hunter later found Luke and his companions emerging from hyperspace above the dark red planet of Korriban.

Instantly, Luke tightened his grip on the ship’s controls, shuddering a bit at the dark, malevolent forces coming from the planet. He felt so much anger, hatred, even tendrils of fear…

And whatever was down there could sense him.

Jedi…something hissed in his mind, almost making him jump.

“You good Luke?” one of his companions, Ryoo, asked. He recalled she was the older sister between her and Pooja, and had come from Naboo after Ryoo herself had been found out as an Rebel spy.

“Yeah,” he called back as Ryoo entered the cockpit. “I’m good. Just got a nasty feeling from that planet.” he nodded towards the red clouds storming across Korriban’s skies.

“Well, good news,” Ryoo grinned. “We will not have to go there.”

Luke snorted. “Don’t jinx it for me.”

Laughing, Ryoo plopped down into the co-pilot's seat as Luke began their recalculations to the planet Ziost.

“You know, I’ve done a little research on our way here,” Ryoo began conversationally.

“Yeah?” Luke replied, fiddling with the hyperspace controls. “I’ve heard you’ve got quite the talent for it.”

“Thank you,” Ryoo spun the chair around to face him, hands on her Rebellion-issued pants. “Good to know my reputation proceeds me!” Luke shot her a smile as the recalculatiosn started.

“Korriban, also known as Morraband, was apparently homeworld to the Sith,” Ryoo explained as their ship powered up its hyperdrive and shot into hyperspace. “Lots of creepy artifacts and - allegedly - some spirits of ancient Sith still reside there.”

Luke grimaced. “That doesn’t make me want to go there.”

Ryoo punched him in the shoulder after he let go of the controls. “Wasn’t trying to convince you,” she said. “I think we’re in a system that used to belong to the Sith,” she explained at Luke’s questioning look. “And Athiss is in it.”

Luke’s mouth opened slightly as he slowly turned his chair around to face her. “So we should be very careful,” he slowly concluded.

Ryoo nodded. “Exactly.”

Luke leaned back in his seat and sighed. “Why are my missions never normal?” he grumbled slightly. Ryoo gave a cheeky grin.

“Maybe because of the Force?”

“If the Force is the problem, then I’d like to file a complaint.” Luke let his own grin form.

“I bet it’ll say to give it to the complaint department,” Ryoo continued, her grin widening as she pointed to the mini trash compactor.

“Ha, ha, ha,” Luke dryly replied. “Very funny.”

That was when Pooja poked her head in. “My “Ryoo is being impertinent” senses were tingling,” she reported, fixing her sister with a look. “What’s going on here?”

Ryoo gave an exaggerated eye roll to Luke, making him smile even more. “Oh, nothing baby sister,” she teased. “Just discussing what the Force would say about Luke’s complaints.”

Pooja shook her head with a sigh, but a smile was on her face. “Well, don’t get too into it, okay?” she said. “You never know if the Force may take it the wrong way!”

“I’ll be sure to put a word in.” Luke offered with a deadpan stare.

“For or against me?” Ryoo asked.

Luke cracked a grin. “Against.”

Ryoo gasped, slapping her hand to her chest. “Treachery!” she dramatically exclaimed. “Betrayal!”

“It’ll serve you right!” Pooja teased, coming to sit down on one of the spare passenger seats. “Think the Force could handle her?” she asked Luke, who shrugged.

“Don’t know, maybe it’ll immediately drop her back on us.” he responded. He laughed as Ryoo shoved his shoulder and did the same to her sister.

“Oh, shut it you two!” the older of the group grinned. “Or I may lock you in a storage closet when we get back!”

“You’ll have to deal with Leia’s wrath then,” Luke innocently said.

“Damn!” Ryoo threw her hands into the air. “There’s no winning with you!”

Luke simply threw his head back and laughed.

Pooja couldn’t believe it.

She had actually managed to find her cousin! Luke Skywalker!

And not only that, but she’s on a mission with both him and her sister!

The only thing that would make it better is if…if the rest of their family was with them.

Her heart twisted at the thought of her parents and beloved grandparents on the scrutiny of the Empire. She hoped they were okay, and would do what they needed to in order to survive.

Even if it meant denouncing Pooja and Ryoo.

She would want them to suffer because of their true allegiance.

“So, Luke, what vibes did you get from Ziost?”

“Death. Betrayal. Darkness.��

“Ooookay. Yeah we’re not going there either.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Pooja smiled at the banter Ryoo had easily entered with their cousin. Luke was fun to talk to - funny, kind, and clever.

It reminded her of Uncle Ani.

“You know Luke,” Pooja butted into the conversation, flinging her arms around the headrest of Luke’s seat. “Would you be interested in any help with Jedi artifact finding? Ryoo would be an excellent help.”

Luke looked mildly surprised, like he hadn’t thought about actively finding Jedi artifacts.

Ryoo raised an eyebrow, but looked pleased at the idea.

“Eventually,” Luke said. “I think I would, and if she’s interested…” he raised his own brow in Ryoo’s direction, and she instantly nodded her agreement.

“It’s a plan!” Pooja’s sister announced as they came out of hyperspace.

“Welcome to Athiss,” Luke said as they came to hover over the planet. Looking out the viewport, Pooja saw the brown and blue landscape flecked with parts of dark green. White clouds curled throughout the planet’s sky.

“Vibe check?” Ryoo leaned over and staged-whispered to Luke. Pooja gave her a chiding look. Honestly, it felt like Pooja was the older sister sometimes!

Luke was frowning. “There is life down there all right,” he said as they began their descent into the clouds. “It doesn’t seem to be as darkness-heavy as Korriban or Ziost, but I’m still getting a bad feeling about it.”

“Great,” Pooja sighed. “Who’s ready?”

“Not me.” Ryoo and Luke replied together.

“Neither am I,” Pooja agreed. “But here goes nothing.”

Their ship came in for a landing, Luke being very careful not to clip the sides on any of the vast mountain ranges.

“It’s curious,” Ryoo said as the ship powered down. “This isn’t anything like I had expected from a Sith world. It’s very…habitable. Not creepy.”

They all stared out of the viewport.

“I think that is exactly what makes it so creepy.” Pooja heard Luke murmur to himself.

He was right.

There was something off about Athiss.

Very off.

#amow winter whumperland 2022 #alderwrites #the last ones standing #animal attack #forced to perform #luke skywalker #ryoo naberrie #forced transformation #pooja naberrie #leia organa #sabé #athiss #moraband #ziost

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The Kyberheart Legacy - Legendary Eight

The Hero of Tython, The Barsen’thor, The Voidhound, Havoc Squad CO, Lord Wrath, Darth Nox, The Champion of The Great Hunt, and Cipher Nine. These are my interpretations of the eight legendary heroes of The Second Galactic War.

All ages listed are the character’s ages as of the year 3626 BBY / 27 ATC

Aidrien Keyett

Species: Human Age: 38 Height: 5′11″ (71in/180cm) Gender: Male (He/Him) Sexuality: Bisexual Homeworld: Bothawui Profession: Jedi Guardian-Master, Jedi Battlemaster, Eternal Commander (formerly), Jedi Councillor.

A valiant Jedi with a checkered past. This war hero has seen the darkest parts of himself and pulled himself back to the light. A Jedi Guardian, Rien has spent most of his tenure as a knight of the Republic on the front lines against The Sith Empire and The Eternal Empire.

Gaura Vhonn

Species: Iridonian Zabrak Age: 34 Height: 5′6″ (66in/167cm) Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Demi-Heterosexual Homeworld: Iridonia Profession: Jedi Consular-Master, Jedi Diplomat, Jedi Councillor

Gifted in the Force and hailed as a prodigy from a young age, Gaura Vhonn has gone through years of pressure to live up to expectations. She is now a strong proponent of peace and serves her Order as a diplomat.

Talik “Tali” Ani

Species: Twi’lek Age: 36 Height: 5′7″ (67in/170cm) Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Lesbian Homeworld: Ryloth Profession: Smuggler, Slicer, Mechanic, Privateer.

Forced to face the realities of life from an early age, Tali has witnessed injustices against her and her people and been forced to rely on herself. She has had a long road to learn to trust others again in her pursuit to rise above adversity and ways people see her.

Leostanos “Leo” Zeparan

Species: Mirialan Age: 37 Height: 6′ 3″ (76in/192cm) Gender: Male (He/Him) Sexuality: Pansexual Homeworld: Mirial Profession: Staff Sergeant, Republic Special Forces (Havoc Squad)

The son of a senator, Leo has idolized the Republic from an early age and is a staunch patriot. Yet his experiences as a soldier have shown him that The Republic is not the shining beacon of virtue he once thought. Leo still recognises the lesser of two evils and tries to uphold the values of the Republic... mostly.

Matai “Tai” Shayn

Species: Sith Age: 35 Height: 6′0″ (72in/183cm) Gender: Male (He/Him) Sexuality: Gay Homeworld: Ziost Profession: Sith Marauder-Lord, Emperor’s Wrath (Formerly), Wrath of The Empire

Once a disgraced son of a respected family, shuttled off in secret to hide his shame, Tai has become a Sith of great standing in The Empire. A patriot of the Empire, he is not blind to it’s failings and has tried to use his position to affect small change where he can, believing that a unified Empire is a stronger Empire that will crush the Republic and Jedi once and for all.

Nicaya Setriss

Species: Rattataki Age: 37 Height: 5′7″ (67in/170cm) Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Pansexual Homeworld: Unknown Profession: Sith Inquisitor-Darth, Alchemist, Dark Councillor, Head of Sphere of Ancient Knowledge

A slave who has risen to the highest position of power in the Sith Empire. Fearing the loss of her position, she has dedicated herself to the pursuit of knowledge so that she may never be deposed. Nicaya is now a shadow, hidden from the galaxy, sending her representatives in her stead.

Jag Chaade

Species: Human Age: 44 Height: 6′1″ (73in/186cm) Gender: Male (He/him) Sexuality: Bisexual Homeworld: Vorpa'ya Profession: Mandalorian Supercommando, part-time hired gun and bounty hunter

A proud warrior of the Mandalorians, and one of the last of his clan. Jag has spent years of his life in service to The Sith Empire, fighting the Republic who decimated his people centuries ago. He now fights alongside the Republic in a strange twist fate as his belief in the Mandalorian code bids him to follow Mandalore no matter what.

Sev’ithu’nuruodo "Vithun”

Species: Chiss Age: 41 Gender: Male (he/him) Height: 6′2″ (74in/188cm) Sexuality: Demi-Pansexual Homeworld: Csilla Profession: Sniper, Sith Intelligence agent, Chiss Intelligence Agent Known Aliases: Cipher Nine, The Red Blade,

Decorated for his military service in the Chiss Ascendancy, Vithun was assigned to join Imperial Intelligence to act as a double agent for his people. Isolated from his people and thrown to a ruthless society, this assignment has tested and nearly broken him. He still managed to find some good people in his travels which have proven to him that the Empire is not entirely lost as an ally for his people.

#oc masterpost #oc: aidrien keyett #oc: gaura vhonn #oc: tali'kani #oc: leostanos zeparan #oc: matai shayn #oc: nicaya setriss #oc: jag chaade #oc: vithun #the kyberheart legacy

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