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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life - Chapter 10
Late post. Quite late actually. But here you go. Dedicated to the amazing @contentment-of-cats as always. Also on AO3.
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Command Bridge, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead, Fleet One
“Marshal on deck!”
Everyone snapped to attention as Artur stepped onto the bridge, in the uniform of a Tagge Armada Marshal – minus the cape, that was for ceremonies – and took his seat.
“As you were, everyone. How long until breakout?”
“Two minutes, sir.”
“I saw that the Executor stopped around Naboo for a few minutes. What was that about?”
“Uh… They stopped for Lord Vader, sir. He took his personal TIE for a separate mission after Death Squadron affirmed their loyalty to the Dynasty. They will arrive right after us.”
“Ah. All good, then. We’ll be expecting a guest coming up from planetside within the next few days. He is to be considered arm and dangerous at all times, but at the moment he is an ally and should be treated as a guest of honor. The name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. The codeword is ‘High Ground’. Any questions?”
A murmur of confusion, some small requests for clarification, and they were all settled. No one mentioned Order 66 or the numerous warrants and bounties on Kenobi’s head. They were all committing treason soon anyway.
“Captain on the bridge.”
Artur turned around. Yana and Yissa were both wearing the distinct red and gold uniform, the rank device for Captain and Commander respectively shining on their collars. “Commander, Captain, glad you could join us.”
Yana smiled at him. “Happy to be here, sir.”
“Stent, I’m reassigning you to late watch. Take a break.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Commander Hammerly, Sensors is yours.”
“Yes, sir.”
She took the newly vacant spot, getting herself used to the layout. Jashin, Odo, and Phyrre were already settled in, all three staying as senior loots after the jump over but would be promoted soon. Brilliant officers should be in command. Yana was the Levinbolt’s captain the same way Marinith was the Chimaera’s captain, so she took a spot next to the chair. “Orders, sir?”
“Break out over Tepasi, check in with Armada HQ, then pick up Kenobi. I have a meeting with the core family tonight to go over the details. Are you sure you’re up for this? The Empire gave you a second chance.”
“TaggeCo gave me a second chance, helped me break free from the exploitations of the Youth Corps when Commandant Martal wasn’t able to. My loyalty is with my family and the Chimaera first and foremost, but the rest of it is with you.”
A warm smile. A loving look. “Good to hear. Lieutenant Agral, how long to breakout?”
“Thirty seconds, sir! Slowing down hyperdrives, stabilizing sublight engines.”
“Lieutenant Lomar, signal Tepasi Control, tell them we’re on approach. Request Drydock One and a full resupply.”
“Aye, sir. Tepasi Control, this is Armada battleship Levinbolt on final approach, twenty seconds to breakout. Requesting Drydock One and a full resupply. How copy?”
“Levinbolt, Tepasi Control. Good copy, Drydock One on standby.”
“Commander Hammerly, be on the lookout for any approaching vessels once we break out. We’re an Armada ship, not many have legitimate reasons to dock with us.”
“Copy that, sir. Sensors at full range, we’ll see them coming.”
“Sir, breaking out in five.”
“Captain Pyrondi, you have the bridge. Lieutenants Lomar, Agral, report to my office once we land.”
The two exchanged glances and sounded off their affirmatives. Artur left to update the family and get himself updated on other parts of the plan. A coup on this scale took plenty of moving parts, and therefore plenty of chances for something to go wrong. The key was quick, decisive responses to the thing that went wrong.
They were still in the delicate stages. One false step could send it all burning up. He needed to make sure that didn’t happen.
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Commanding Officer’s Office, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
“Lieutenants Agral and Lomar reporting, sir.”
“Come in you two. Take a seat.”
They did so, sitting with perfect academy posture. Artur stared at them. “I’ll get to the point. This is about your families. You two are already onboard with this plan, but we want to make sure that the Agrals and the Slicing Clan are with us too.”
The House was powerful, but not all-powerful. There were factions they didn’t mess with unless they absolutely had to. The Slicing Clan was on top of that list, and the Agral name was known throughout the galaxy for a reason.
The two looked at each other before turning back to him. “We can’t speak for our families, sir, but with permission we can call them. I think both of our families will agree to it.”
Artur nodded. Well within expectations. “Permission granted. Get an encrypted line and call them.”
Hopefully they were amenable to Titanfall. The Agrals would be a problem, but if the Slicing Clan turned hostile their best course of action was mutual destruction. That alone spoke volumes to their power.
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Tagge Armada HQ, Unlos Tagge, Tepasi
Thirty Hours Later
“So that’s why, even with the tentative agreements between us and both factions, King Jashin Agral Sr. and Matriarch Shiya Lomar want to meet. Should be a simple discussion on the finer details, nothing too complicated. How are things on other fronts?”
Domina leaned back in her seat as Artur finished his report. It was just the two of them in this room, catching each other up on things. Not even Lapin was there.
She scrolled through her datapad. “Neither Organa nor Mothma have cracked, not that we expected them to. The ISB is putting pressure on their families, Organa specifically has to worry about his daughter being charged with accessory to treason. As for Mothma, she’s been shown footage of Narkina 5, specifically what female prisoners go through. There are fates worse than death. We’ll let her stew in it for a few days then offer her a deal for information.
Ulric is doing his job, gaining allies and influence. Palpatine is getting delayed or outright falsified reports from all agencies. Orman reported that Vader is regenerating without issue, apparently the midichlorians are helping him along. We’ll take Coruscant when he is back and fully reacclimated. Should take another three days for him to fully form, then he’ll start the recovery process.”
Artur nodded. “I’ll prepare the fleets and inform Thrawn. What about the Spectres? Any news?”
“Yes. Kanan Jarrus was released from postop today. His body accepted the eyes seamlessly and he’s undergoing nerve therapy to reacclimate himself to sight.”
“Good. That’s good. Death Squadron?”
“Enough resistors to fill two ISDs, Vader deemed the rest to be loyal to him and by extension to us. The resistors are scattered in brigs across their fleet.”
“Shame, but expected. What do we do in the meantime?”
“You’re still on leave. As far as Palpatine is concerned, everything is normal. Keep it that way until it’s time to strike. Go prepare. Train with that new knee. Be with your girlfriends, which by the way, are you sure you can handle three, Artur?”
“Three?”
“Yes. Ilyana, Yissa, Merri.”
“Merri?! No, no, she’s… uh, I’m not sure, but-“
“Let me stop you right there. That girl has been crushing on you for years. I know because she was one of the scouting targets for the Armada. You took her virginity and left her to wake up by herself in a cold and empty medbay. Whatever you feel, make it clear to her. Don’t pussyfoot around like you did with Ilyana all those years ago. Be solid, be firm, make a tactical decision.”
Artur nodded. In hindsight, he could’ve at least taken Merri to his quarters before leaving for the bridge so that she’d wake up warm and with some privacy. Shit. “I’ll talk to her after my bridge shift. Thanks Auntie, needed that.”
“I know, kiddo. Go on, your fleets need you.” A chime on her comms. “On second thought, standby. Lapin just received code ‘High Ground’ over comms. Kenobi’s at TIS. Go pick him up. Put him on the Levinbolt while I arrange transportation.”
With a nod, Artur stood and left the room, mind still debating the Merri Barlin Situation. He needed to talk to Yana and Yissa. It was as much their say as it was his, and of course that was assuming Merri would even accept their little arrangement in the first place.
One step at a time, Artur. One step at a time.
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Arrival Gate, Tepasi Interstellar Spaceport
Obi-Wan was calm. He was on the right path and he knew it, it was just a matter of navigating that path. Said navigation now required him to get involve with the Tagges to get Anakin back, so that was what he was doing.
So why did he feel so exposed sitting here? Oh, right, security cams. He’d spent all of two hours on Coruscant. It was still strange being back in the Core, even if Tepasi had more nature. Not that it was a particularly high bar, every planet had more nature than Coruscant.
A man was approaching him. Even without looking, Obi-Wan knew who it was as the other man sat down next to him. That volatility and wrongness in the Force was unique to one and only one being. “Artur, pleasure to-”
“Don’t use my name, don’t say anything, just put this cloak on and follow.”
Right. A Tagge would naturally attract attention, especially here, and attention was the last thing either of them wanted right now. Obi-Wan took the offered cloak – gray and white – and slipped it over his head before following the scion to a speeder outside.
“We’re taking you to one of our ships in orbit. You’ll be treated as a guest, but try anything or be anywhere you’re not supposed to be and I’ll put your old ass in the brig myself, understood?”
“Understood. I’m just here to save Anakin and kill Sidious. That’s all.”
A silent nod turned into a silent drive. Obi-Wan took the time to meditate and tried to reach out to Anakin. He knew they had him in a blind spot in the Force, but he tried anyway, just to be sure. Eventually, they arrived at a private landing pad, where a TaggeCo shuttle and a squad of black-armored stormtroopers – SCAR Troopers – were already waiting.
Artur parked the speeder in the back of a nearby hangar. Obi-Wan tensed instinctively as one of the troopers – an officer with cropped brown hair– approached them. “All good to go, sir. Still as planned?”
“Still as planned, Revy. Kenobi, this is General Revy Maklar, my ground forces commander. You answer to me, her, and Ilyana Pyrondi, in that order.”
Obi-Wan was staring. He couldn’t sense Revy at all. She knew that too, judging by the knowing smirk on her unhelmeted face. “What’s wrong, Kenobi? Never seen a Force Null before?”
So that was what she was. He’d suspected, given that there was nothing in the Force where she was supposed to be. Not the blank void like what most droids were either, just natural air where there should’ve been a Human woman. He’d also noticed the scar on her neck, the surgical mark of a freed slave, but wisely avoided commenting on it.
“Pleasure to meet you, General. Obi-Wan Kenobi, at your service.”
She shook his hand and motioned for him to follow. The trip up to the Levinbolt was as silent as the trip from the spaceport, Obi-Wan growing increasingly unnerved sitting between a Force Null and the non-Sensitive Apprentice of Darth Vader. They said nothing to him besides the necessary instructions as the shuttle landed in a hangar bay. Artur escorted him personally to his quarters, bigger than anywhere he’d slept in before, even Satine’s chambers.
“This will be your room for the duration of your stay here. We’re arranging a transport for you to Anakin on Byth, but until then you’ll be confined to this ship. Here’s your access card, don’t lose it. Any questions?”
Obi-Wan took the card and turned it over, tucking it into his robes. “How is Anakin? Have there been any reports?”
Artur’s expression softened. “He’s fine. Should be fully formed within the next few days, then he’ll need to go through the recovery process too. Uncle Orman’s with him – best bioengineer in the galaxy. He’ll make sure Anakin is stable, but you’ll need to be there for your old padawan, both physically and emotionally. We need the Chosen One at his best for what’s to come.”
Obi-Wan sighed, relieved. Anakin was stable and would recover. The severe damage he’d done to him on Mustafar would be healed. “Thank you. For doing this. Helping him. Thank you.”
“Wasn’t exactly for altruistic reasons, but you’re welcome regardless. Get some sleep if you want, there’s food and drinks in the preservation unit under the countertop, spare clothes are in the closet. Call for help if you need anything.”
Obi-Wan thanked him one last time and was left alone. He tried to sleep off nerves but couldn't, so he got a bite to eat. Good food, better than anything he had on Tatooine by far. Then he took advantage of the shower – hot water on a combat ship was a ridiculous level of luxury – and the clothes being provided. Different stuff, different styles ranging from casual sleepwear to formal suits.
He settled on light gray robes that he recognized as belonging to the Tenno, the Tepasi religious sect in the Temple of Lotus, just without any of the regalia denoting title or achievements. They were light and comfortable, airy yet warm, just like Jedi robes. He hesitated before throwing his robes into the washing cycle but did so eventually, clipped his and Anakin’s lightsabers onto the leather belt, and left for the bridge.
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Where was the bridge again?
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Thirty Minutes Later
“Master Kenobi. I trust you had no trouble finding your way around?”
The teasing smirk on Artur’s face told them both that he knew damn well otherwise. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “You really are Anakin’s apprentice.”
“I’m Vader’s apprentice. Get it right.”
“Apologies.”
“Accepted. Your transport arrangements will be ready in an hour. Until then, there’s a meditation room and a dojo onboard.”
“Dojo please. I need to practice before we take on Sidious.”
“Right this way. Captain, you have the bridge.”
“Yes, sir.”
Obi-Wan noted the distrustful glare from the captain, Pyrondi if he wasn’t mistaken, and almost shrunk away. He followed Artur out of the bridge as the tiny captain turned back to her datapad.
A shiver shot through his spine. Small Brunettes.
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The Stinger Mantis, Tepasi Sovereign Space
Sixteen Minutes Later
“Unauthorized shuttle, power down and stand down immediately. This is your final warning.”
So obviously some mistakes were made.
That was an understatement actually. Many severe mistakes were made.
Cal was locked in probably the most powerful tractor beam he’d ever encountered, with more firepower than he could’ve imagined aiming at him, and no backup to speak of. He was kriffed.
“BD, open a channel to that ship.”
“Beep boop?”
“Just trust me on this, buddy.”
“Boop boop bah.”
“Thank you bud. Tagge battleship Levinbolt, this is captain of the Stinger Mantis speaking. I’m not here to cause any trouble. I’m here to see Obi-Wan Kenobi. I know he’s here, so don’t bother denying it.”
A beat of silence. “Power down and stand down. I will not repeat myself again.”
A woman, the same one that identified herself as the captain of that posh ship keeping him trapped. She had an edge to her voice, a cold sort of fury that told Cal he’d better obey or she’d erase him from existence.
“Copy that. Powering down now.”
The first thing he did was cut comms with the Levinbolt. “BD, send a signal over the encrypted line. Request backup and extraction for two, then hide in the floor.”
Some arguing and beeping later, BD was finally squirreled away in the hidden compartment under the caf table and Cal was ready to fight his way out if necessary. The Mantis was reeled in via tractor beam and he tucked himself into the little corner next to the boarding ramp.
The plan, as stupid and suicidal as it sounded, was to fight his way through the initial boarding party, find himself either a set of armor or uniform, find and disable the tractor beam, then fly out. Simple, right? Cal split his saber in two, prepared to deflect blaster bolts and ready for a fight from all angles as the Mantis settled into the hangar bay and familiar bootsteps approached.
He wasn’t ready for them to pump gas into the ventilation system.
BD squeaked in alarm as Cal slumped, unconscious. He tried to fight back as troopers in black armor flooded the main cabin. The droid managed to shock one of the troopers before another one turned and shot him point blank with a restraining bolt. BD felt his programming freeze and locked up as they scooped him up into a durasteel box.
After years of fighting, running, and hiding, Cal Revano Kestis, one of the last Jedi Knights left alive, was finally captured.
His comlink chimed and was promptly turned off. On Tanalorr, Merrin frowned, told Greez to babysit Kata, and took her fighter to Naboo. ‘Quick check in’ her ass, her idiot of a husband was probably captured or on a suicide mission somewhere.
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TaggeCo Veteran Rehabilitation Centre, Tepasi
Kanan, or Commander Dume as he was registered here, had been diligently going through every exercise they wanted him to. Some were very useful in helping him regain hand-eye coordination, which had atrophied over the past year, while others were useless to him on account of Force sensitivity. He went through all of it regardless, being with Hera in their dorm after every long day.
It was a wonderful thing, being able to see her again. She was as beautiful as the day he last saw her, perhaps even more so now. He got to watch, and listen, and feel, as the child, their child, grew more and more in her womb.
Life under the Tagges had restrictions and he knew there would be plenty of compromises in the future, but at least his family was all safe and any new additions wouldn’t be born on the run.
So of course, in typical post-Order-66 Jedi fashion, he felt one of his old creche-mates, his best friend of all people, appear over orbit and almost immediately dulled. Not dead, but unconscious.
He went through his day, went back to his dorm, and immediately grabbed the comlink next to his bed. Lapin had given him their personal comm code for emergencies. “Lapin?”
“Is this about the Jedi we just caught?”
“Uh, yes. I think I know him. You got Cal Kestis right?”
“Yep. If you wanna talk to him, I can arrange that.”
“Please do. He was my best friend back before.”
“Keep your inbox open. I’ll send details after I’m done eating.”
“Thank you.”
They ended the call right as Hera walked in. Kanan filled her in on what happened, which led to a long conversation about his time in the Temple.
Kanan didn’t sleep that night. If there was one thing he knew for certain about Cal, it was that the man could be more stubborn than Master Windu, and just as good with a lightsaber.
It was going to be an interesting conversation.
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Residential Wing, Tagge Manor, Tepasi
Lapin rubbed their eyes and sighed. How many kriffing Jedi were still alive!? And why was half of them suddenly their problem?
They called Artur and told him to tell Kenobi about what just happened. They had three Jedi right now, all of them connected one way or another. Might as well put them all in a room together and see what comes out of it.
#star wars#star wars rebels#sw fanfic#pyrondi#star wars empire#hammerly#cal kestis#nightsister merrin#cal x merrin#obi wan kenobi#domina tagge#lapin tagge#hera syndulla#scar trooper
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From Star Wars: Doctor Aphra Vol. 2 #037, “Flesh Resolved”
Art by Minkyu Jung, Jethro Morales and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Alyssa Wong
#star wars: doctor aphra#the scourge#kelb#magna tolvan#domina tagge#lapin tagge#just lucky#doctor aphra#chelli lona aphra#pilok#sheyo#brissa#sana starros#star wars#marvel#comics#star wars comics#marvel comics
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Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 3): General Bracket Match 8
Just Lucky | Identity: bisexual (male and nonbinary) | Media: Doctor Aphra comics
Just Lucky, to pay for his brother’s gambling debts, was forced to become a member of the Canto Bight based crime syndicate the Sixth Kin. There he began a relationship with another lieutenant of the syndicate, Ariole Yu. He later left the active service of the Sixth Kin and broke off his relationship with Yu, which he could do as long as he kept paying off his brother’s gambling debts. He took jobs off planet and eventually became an associate of Doctor Aphra. But when she attempted to obtain the Rings of Vaale, he became a double agent for the wealthy Ronen Tagge. After Aphra “killed” Ronen, he captured her for Dominia Tagge. She offered Aphra a job, while cutting off Lucky.
Needing a constant flow of cash, he returned to the Sixth Kin to see if they had any jobs. He was forced to work with Ariole Yu, his ex, to kill their shared mentor who had defected to Crimson Dawn. They fought Crae, refusing his offer to join Crimson Dawn. After they lost, they were thrown in the brig where they joined Aphra and Sana Starros is escaping. However, Aphra eventually stranded the two. Qi’ra gave her pitch for Crimson Dawn and then let them leave. Back on Canto Bight, the Sixth Kin attempted to bait them into killing each other. They saw through this and decided to take a job from Ronen Tagge to steal the Spark Eternal.
To do this job, they confronted a Spark Eternal possessed Aphra on the Vermillion. But seeing what they were up against, they decided to hit the bricks. As they fled, they ran into Sana Starros’ “Save Aphra” crew, running to confront/save Aphra. Just Lucky ended up convincing Ronen to save Sana’s team after they were defeated and their ship destroyed. Sana convinced Ronen that his only choice was to kill Domina, and that her team would join him to repay their “debt”. They joined Ronen in his Crimson Dawn supported coup for the Tagge Corporation, which turned out to be a trap Domina and Sana set to lure Ronen and his supporters into the open. Sana arranged for all of their debts to the Tagge Corporation to be forgiven, so Ariole and Just Lucky joined her in attempting to save Aphra.
In addition to his reignited relationship with Ariole, he also has a crush on the non-binary Lapin Tagge.
T’onga | Identity: wlw | Media: Bounty Hunters comic series
T’onga was a bounty hunter and the twin sister of T’ongar. She eventually retired from that life and settled on a farm with her wife Losha Tarkon. However, her brother was killed due to perceived betrayal by their group’s leader Nakano Lash. When news of Lash’s whereabouts resurfaced years later, she left to take revenge. She was “killed” by Boba Fett who also wanted Lash’s bounty. However, the locals retrieved and healed her. Her wife came to her, and the two adopted a Nexu owned by the man who nursed T’onga back to health. The couple created a new bounty hunting crew, and recruited a group of already established bounty hunter characters. When Valance was captured by the Empire, her crew became the protagonists of the Bounty Hunters comic series. They took a series of jobs, including one that led to them fighting the Knights of Ren and managing to survive.
Although she can be brash at times, T’onga is a good leader and able to keep together a crew of strong and often differing personalities. Most recently, Valance Berliet joined their crew, which caused Inferno Squadron to hunt them and damage Valance’s personality matrix. With their Nexu dead, Losha traumatized, and the Empire hunting them, T’onga dosed her wife with sleeping gas so Tashu Leech could take her away from their crew. The couple will eventually reunite, as during the time of the New Republic T’onga is still hunting with Losha once again part of her crew. Her desire for revenge against Lash was driven by her culture’s views about honor and the connection between twins. However when Lash explained what really happened on the job that killed T’ongar, she gave up on revenge. She also feels obligated to save Valance from the Empire and save his mind because of their past work together.
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Fic dump.
Things Said Over Whiskey (968 words) by cathouse_mary
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Wullf Yularen, Gilad Pellaeon
Additional Tags: Drinking, Gossip
Summary: Two old navy men in a bar ten years after RTS.
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Care (73764 words) by cathouse_mary
Chapters: 25/?
Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars Legends: Thrawn Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Relationships to be added, Pellaeon/Marinith, Pyrondi & Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Thrawn/Pyrondi
Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Gilad Pellaeon, Albus Marinith, Voss Parck, Dagon Niriz, Lomar (Star Wars), Agral (Star Wars), Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Female Imperial Character(s)
Additional Tags: Being Lost, post-Lothal, Whump, injuries, Emotional Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blankets, No Beta We Die Like Clones
Summary: The 7th fleet is decimated, lost, and trying to survive being abandoned in deep space. Thrawn is recovering from his injuries, his officer corps dead or injured.
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Love's Sucker Punch (1526 words) by cathouse_mary
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Ilyana Pyrondi/Artur Tagge
Characters: Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: These Idiots
Summary: Artur Tagge meets the most infernal pest.
This is a fanfic of a fanfic of a fanfic - the fanfic of my fanfic is below and I am cocreator because we FAFO this thing.
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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life (27258 words) by cathouse_mary, Aeon_2407
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Hammerly/Pyrondi (Star Wars), Ilyana Pyrondi/Artur Tagge, Karyn Faro/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Agral/Yve (Star Wars), Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Alrich Wren/Ursa Wren
Characters: Original Characters, Artur Tagge, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Karyn Faro, Gilad Pellaeon, Agral (Star Wars), Lomar (Star Wars), Yve (Star Wars), Woldar (Star Wars), Cassio Tagge, Domina Tagge, Lapin Tagge, Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Stormtrooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Chimaera Crew Members (Star Wars), Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Ursa Wren, Alrich Wren, Tristan Wren, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin, Conan Antonio Motti, Wullf Yularen, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, The Force (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Chimaera means family, Sorta angsty at the beginning, but a lot more fluffy and funny later, I promise, No Beta We Die Like Clones, Everyone Is Gay, The Mandalorian Darksaber (Star Wars), Canto Bight | Capital City of Cantonica (Star Wars), Planet Krownest (Star Wars), Clan Wren (Star Wars), Unresolved Romantic Tension, Romantic Angst, Everyone Needs Therapy, Especially Artur, Established Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Karyn Faro, Established Hammerly/Pyrondi, Force Visions (Star Wars), The World Between Worlds (Star Wars), Alternate Timelines, Blood and Injury, Violence, Child Abandonment, House of Tagge
Summary:
What is it about the obscenely rich yet kind and funny officers that has Pyro gravitating to them her entire love life? Luckily, there were only two so far that fit the criteria.
And her ex is transferring to the Chimaera. Not too bad.
Right?
#wullf yularen#gilad pellaeon#thrawn#pyrondi#eli vanto#agral#lomar#hammerly#imperial characters#a whole mess of characters#fic dump
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These Star Wars characters are canonically queer during the Imperial era! Links to each character profile will be added as they are posted.
Ackmena
Amara Kel, aka Shadow
Ariole Yu
Brene
Chelli Lona Aphra
Chellwinark Frethylrin
Cinta Kaz
Delian Mors
Detta Yao
Domina Tagge
Ela Radodan
Emory
Eron
Esmelle
Eustacia Okka
Hareck
Howlrunner (Theta Squadron)
Irei
Isabalia
Jordan Smythe
Joy Iya
Just Lucky
Kaeden Larte
Kalandra
Keo Venzee
Kho Phon Farrus
Kiren
Lapin Tagge
Luu
Magna Tolvan
Merrin
Murra Mors
Rae Sloane
Rhee
Sabé
Sorschi
T'onga
Tal Veridian
Tans
TK-421
Varko Grey
Vel Sartha
Vukorah
Wilhuff Tarkin
#galactic empire#imperial era#star wars#queer star wars#queer characters#star queers#queeruscant masterlist
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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life - Chapter 9: Lesser Evil
For @contentment-of-cats. Also on AO3.
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Imperial Palace, Coruscant
Palpatine was... worried. It wasn’t a feeling he experienced often, but there it was. Vader, his most utilized enforcer, was nowhere to be found, once again chasing down Kenobi, this time somewhere in the Deep Core, right after the initial battle on Krownest was over. That damn obsession the weakling Skywalker had for his old Master would be Vader’s downfall, and Palpatine needed to find a backup apprentice soon. That redheaded boy that’d been harassing his operations would be quite a Sith from what he’d seen, he’d be a suitable replacement.
Thrawn was occupied with Krownest, and until that portion of Mandalorian Space was stabilized he’d be indisposed. Palpatine was aware enough to recognize the Mandalorians for the threat they were. Thrawn was the best option, even if he’d rather have him elsewhere.
And then there were the Tagges. It was no secret to anyone that Domina Tagge was making moves at every moment of every day. He’d hope that having Killian and Sanya Tagge be high-ranking Separatists would’ve weakened The House when the CIS inevitably lost the war, and he’d be able to nationalize TaggeCo as part of the reparations.
He did not foresee Cassio and Domina Tagge committing parricide and completely cutting out the Separatist leadership, or TaggeCo starving the entirety of Serreno when Dooku decided to move on Tagge Space by force. He ruled the galaxy, but the Tagges controlled it, and nothing short of a brutal and public incursion to seize TaggeCo would take that control from them. They were a problem, a problem he didn’t know how to solve.
And was that dread in his stomach? Something was about to happen, he could feel it in the Force, but what?
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Containment Cell Two, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
Hera was thinking over the offer. If what Lapin Tagge said was true, the Tagges fully intended to remove Palpatine from power, one way or another. Should they succeed, the Rebellion would be rendered irrelevant and unnecessary unless the Dynasty proved to be just as bad or worse than the Empire. The offer was simple. Join the Armada or any department of their operations and they would guarantee amnesty for her. She’d get a stable paying job no matter which department she chose, along with healthcare and other benefits.
But what made her truly consider it was them saying TaggeCo could restore Kanan’s vision, and that they had an hour to decide before the ISB’s Major Partagaz came to interrogate them and the offer expired. She’d heard of Partagaz before, a Clone Wars hero that was involved in so many secrets his name had to be redacted, leaving only ‘Partagaz’ on his illustrious, medal-filled record. She’d also heard horror stories about his interrogation techniques. The man was psychological warfare personified.
Hera caressed her stomach. She was deciding for two. The offer was made almost an hour ago. She was running out of time. The toggle was flicked. “Tell Lapin Tagge that I accept the offer.”
If any of her family rejected it, she would only be able to watch as they were taken away. The child inside her was the priority now.
It took ten minutes for a guard component to arrive and release her. She looked down the hallway to see Sabine, Kanan, Zeb, and Tristan being guided out of their cells. Chopper was nowhere to be seen, and Ezra was looking at them with stubborn eyes through the ray shields. She wanted to talk to him, to beg that he accepted before it was too late, but that was the moment two ISB officers arrived. She recognized Wullf Yularen, and the other must be Partagaz.
Hera stared back at Ezra with pleading eyes as she was escorted away and the two officers made their way over to her son.
“Where are you taking us?”
“To The Lady. The specifics of your arrangements still need to be made.”
Well then, time to see what her future would look like.
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Recovery Room, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
“Wait, you two were engaged?” Yana was looking between Yissa and Artur in shock, all three of them now somewhat dressed and on a different bed while Merri blissfully twitched on the other one, barely conscious. Yissa was blushing lightly and Artur just shrugged.
“Our families arranged it. Yissa chose me out of a lineup and Aunt Mina gladly paid the bride price to get the Hammerlys into the blood web. By the way, Yissa, six million was criminally low.”
“Well, I didn’t have much of a say in things, Artur.”
“Alright, cut it out, both of you. What happened after you got engaged?” Yana interrupted before they could argue again. She’d only just managed to make them get along.
Yissa looked at her wyf. “Well, we got engaged, went on a few dates mostly for the publicity, and then on my wedding day I found a note detailing the best route out of the building to the nearest recruiting station. The rest you already know.”
Yana did know. It was broadcasted live a week after the Youth Corps placed her on Corulag. The Runaway Bride, climbing down the side of the Hall of Citizens with no less than thirty kilos of jewelry on her dress, hotwiring a speeder, and gunning it for the nearest Imperial recruiting station will forever be imprinted in her mind. Yissa had inadvertently inspired her.
“Who placed that note there? Did you know?”
“I don’t. Whoever it was didn’t leave a name.”
Artur spoke up. “I do.”
Both women looked at him, and Yissa’s eyes widen as she registered the look on his face. She tackled him in a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.”
Yana was connecting the dots. Artur left that note, making sure to keep himself from suspicion in the process. Why? Did he not like Yissa? Or was it the arranged marriage he didn’t want? Did he not want to get married? To anyone? To her? What if he-
No. Stop. Bad brain. He loved her, that much she knew. That was enough. Now, just one last thing.
“What are we gonna do about Merri?”
Before any of them could deliberate on it, Lapin poked their head in. “Everyone, check your personal message stack. Artur, Operation Titanfall is a go. Get dressed, you’re needed on the bridge.”
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Conference Room One, The Acquisitor, Tagge Armada
The trip from the Levinbolt to the Acquisitor was silent, save for Lapin relaying instructions to the pilot and giving a clearance code on approach. The Spectres were all huddled in one corner, heads down. They all took the deal. They were selling out. They were leaving the rebels, leaving the cause, behind to save themselves. Chopper was missed, but Lapin had assured her that the droid was safe and untouched, and that she’d get him back eventually. Ezra, on the other hand…
Why was he so damn stubborn? Hera knew why, but this was unwinnable. You didn’t go up against the Tagges and expected to survive. You just didn’t. If it was the Empire she would’ve been right there with him, ready to die before giving up or giving in, but it wasn’t. Unlike the Empire, the Tagges realized that while not everyone could be threatened into submission, anyone could be bought, you just needed to find the right currency.
She had been bought. They offered her a damn good life, and even promised new eyes for Kanan as a ‘signing bonus’. In the end, she was selfish. For once in her damn life, she chose the selfish, self-serving option.
Did she regret it? Maybe. Too late to back away now.
Sabine was staring at her boots, leaning on Tristan for support. Her father was still in the brig, so was her riduur. She needed to use this opportunity to negotiate their releases, secure them protection like what they offered her. Some cynical part of her brain told her to leave her mother out of it. Ursa Wren abandoned her own family, let her see what it felt like. That line of thought did nothing for her guilt.
She was running away again. First her family, now the Alliance. Once a coward, always a coward, she supposed.
A voice snapped them out of their thoughts. “We’re here. Landing now.”
A squad of guards in gray, red, and gold escorted them from the moment they left the shuttle to the moment they walked through the doors of the conference room. Lady Domina was there, sitting at the head of a long table, datapad in hand.
“Captain Syndulla, Commander Dume, Captain Orrelios, Lord and Lady Wren. Sit down, if you please.”
Eyebrows raised at the formal address of their ranks, or title in Sabine’s and Tristan’s cases, but the five of them sat down at the other end of the table.
“I’ve been told that you five have accepted my offer. This meeting is just to finalize some finer details and give each of you a chance to… negotiate.” Her eyes turned to Sabine. “Your parents, in particular, can still be spared, if you can offer me something equally valuable in return.”
Sabine and Tristan both glared at her, rage bubbling up. Their parents were people, not bargaining chips. But to this woman that’s exactly what they were. “What do you want?” Sabine growled.
A smile, deceptively sweet. “A life for a life. Your father, mother, and husband, for Jan Dodona, Gial Ackbar, and Saw Gererra.”
All four sets of eyes widened. “Why Saw? What’s so special about him?”
Sabine felt, rather than saw, Domina’s eyes hardened. A screen appeared in the middle of the table and a news report from HNN was played.
“Controversy from the Senate Building today as Senator Ulric Tagge of Tepasi accused several other senators, including Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, and Bana Breemu, of colluding with notorious terrorist Saw Gererra to cover up a planetwide genocide on Jegsziv, a world in the Expansion Region that has long been classified as a Class-4 bioweapon after a supposed mining disaster infected the planet’s atmosphere. Along with that, new evidence from the ISB has apparently been brought to light on supposed connections between several senators and the insurgent organization known as the Rebellion or the Alliance. All of the accused senators have, at this point, refused to comment on the allegations. This is Alton Kastle, reporting live on HoloNet News.”
She looked at the four stunned rebels. “Before you ask, no, that wasn’t propaganda. The allegations are real. Every single one of them.”
Kanan could feel the truth from Domina Tagge, so at least she fully believed what she was saying, and he told the rest of them as much. Hera was disgusted. Not exactly surprised, not with Saw, but she was surprised about Senator Organa or Mon Mothma covering it up.
Regardless, there were also the connections between the senators and the Alliance. If those charges stuck, and the ISB being confident enough to arrest two prominent senators publicly was alarming, the Alliance would lose their best assets in the Core, their eyes and voices in the Senate, and would also have to mount a rescue mission that was likely an ambush.
No matter which way this went, the Alliance just took a possibly lethal blow. Morale would be low, and if either of the senators talked the Empire would have enough information to rout the entire rebellion.
Sabine was… glad. Shamefully, she was glad. If the Alliance was doomed, then there was almost no reason for her to stay when there was an alternative that would end up overthrowing the current regime anyway, and with many more resources under them. Wait. Idea.
“How would you feel about including Alliance personnel into the deal? My parents, Ezra, and the Alliance. The same deal you offered me.”
Domina raised an eyebrow. Bold, this one. Expectedly so, but still bold. “Unlike your Alliance, Lady Wren, I operate on guarantees, not hope. Defined terms. Hard boundaries. So, make me a proposal, and I will consider it. Until then, this negotiation will be strictly focusing on your immediate family.”
Shoulders sagging, Sabine nodded regardless. It was objectively reasonable. The Lady was being generous enough. Testing that generosity was not the best idea, not right now. “Fine, but I’m coming back to that later. I’m not leaving them to fend for themselves, not if I can help them.”
A nod. “Fair enough, although you understand that you need to betray two important rebel commanders to get your parents back, don’t you?”
Hera took control of the situation before Sabine could answer. “We need some time to discuss. And some privacy.”
Lapin looked at Domina, got a nod, and escorted the four rebels into a side room. “You have five minutes. Again, I hope you choose wisely.”
Hera waited until the door is shut before turning around. “I’m going to ask this very seriously. Are we going to give up Admiral Ackbar and General Dodona to save the Wrens and Ezra?”
Sabine looked around. If it was just up to her, she would do it in a heartbeat. At least Dodona and Ackbar had a chance to escape whatever ambush was coming their way. The others were doomed if they couldn’t help them, right here, right now. Her found family seemed to share that line of thought, and Kanan confirmed that Domina was being truthful.
“I’m not part of this Alliance, and this is a choice between two strangers and my parents for me. I’m choosing my parents.” Sabine nodded in agreement at her brother’s statement. Despite what her mother’s actions might have indicated, family truly was everything to a Mandalorian.
It came to a vote. Zeb was hesitant, but eventually he relented that at least the two rebel commanders had a chance to evade capture. Hera looked around. “Alright, we’ll tell Domina where to find them. Hopefully they can escape. Now, what about Gererra?”
Sabine looked at Tristan. “I have an idea, but I need you to agree to it.”
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“So, do you have a proposal for me?”
Sabine stared at those eyes, those icy blue eyes, and almost buckled. Somehow, the woman looking at her was more terrifying than most of the beings she’d encountered so far. “Yes. We’ll give you intel on Ackbar and Dodona, in exchange for my father, Ezra, and protection for any Alliance personnel that wants it.”
“And Gererra?”
“We don’t know where he is.”
“Shame. Amnesty for your father, Commander Bridger, and consideration for any defecting Alliance personnel in exchange for Ackbar and Dodona. That’s my final offer.”
Sabine looked around, getting one last round of confirmation. “Done, but we need to get them back before you get your intel.”
“Perfectly reasonable. What about your mother?”
A second of hesitation. Domina analyzed it. Ah, so that was how she wanted to do this. If her guess turned out to be correct then Wren was more ruthless than she thought.
Her guess was proven right when Sabine turned back to her. “She abandoned her son. Her family. Let see how she likes it.”
Domina smiled. “As you wish. Lapin, arrange transport for Alrich Wren and Ezra Bridger from the Levinbolt. Now, regarding your positions within TaggeCo, have any of you given any thought as to what you want to do?”
Hera was the first to speak. “Piloting. I want to fly, and none of that orbital nerfshit either. I want to travel deep space.”
Lapin checked their datapad. “There’s always a cargo pilot position open at TaggeCo, and 3rd Scout Platoon on the Enterprise is requesting a new pilot. I’m guessing you’d want a job away from combat?”
Hera frowned. “How’d you figure?”
A pointed glance at her stomach. Of course they knew. Of course. “Yes, I’d like something calm for a while at least. I’m guessing I’ll be hauling cargo across the galaxy?”
“Not right away. There’s a training course on procedures and protocol, then you’ll fly shorter deliveries first. Understand that all of you are effectively on parole, and you will be treated as such. You will be under surveillance, your movements and access will be restricted, and you can be subject to randomized check-ins from a TaggeCo enforcer at any time. This is the only way to peacefully keep Great Uncle Wullf off your backs.”
Hearing Colonel Yularen, Scourge of the Rebellion, referred to as ‘Great Uncle Wullf’ was jarring, but Hera forced herself to move on. “I’ll also need the Ghost back. It’s a modified freighter, I can use it for deliveries.”
Went unsaid was that the Ghost has been her home for over a decade, and she didn’t want to lose it too.
Domina shook her head. “TaggeCo has very strict standards for the vessels in our fleet. Besides speed, the Ghost doesn’t meet any of them. You can have it back as a personal spacecraft after the ISB is done examining it.”
The tone left no room for debate. Once again, Hera had no desire to get on this woman’s bad side. Domina turned her gaze to Kanan. “Every freighter requires a copilot and a security officer. Once we restore your sight you can get both certificates in three months. Would that be acceptable, Commander Dume?”
Kanan frowned. “It is, but how did you know-?”
“Your original name? We have access to the Jedi Archives, Commander, including the list of members and their blood samples. A simple DNA test was sufficient.”
His brows shot up. “You have access to the Archives!?”
“A replica of it, yes.”
“How!?”
A chuckle. “A Lady needs her secrets, Commander. A Tagge even more so. Now, your surgery is scheduled for tomorrow, and you all will be processed into our system a week later.”
Her eyes turned to Sabine and Tristan. “If either of you want to join the Armada, there are positions available for you both in either Weapons or Engineering. All enlisted, no officer posting. The next intake for the NCO Academy is full so you both will have to start at Private E-1. Not to worry, with your skill you’ll be promoted to Spec-4 soon enough. Any further and you’ll have to take the NCO exam.”
Sabine thought about the ranks for a second. “Wait, you-“
“Use the same rank structure as the Imperial Army? Yes, up to Marshal. No sense fixing a system that works. The Navy ranks are similar.”
Sabine thought about it. “And you’re sure there are no officer posts for us?” Being an officer would come with privileges and authority, and they’d also get paid more.
Domina shook her head. “No, but even if there were neither of you have a baccalaureate, so you’re both ineligible for commission. You’ll be given the opportunity to earn one as you serve, but I’d recommend rising through the enlisted ranks first before you go for a commission.”
Sabine looked at Tristan. He nodded. He wanted to keep fighting. “We’ll enlist.”
Lapin tapped their datapad. “You’ll be sent to our primary facility on Tepasi for basic training, then assigned to a ship or a planetside base. We’ll make sure you two are assigned together. I’m classing you both as Weapons Engineers. Your new uniforms and rank devices will be provided before you leave. Here are your contracts, take your time reading, feel free to ask any questions.”
While Sabine and Tristan read through the contracts, Lapin shifted to Zeb, who was offered the chance to become a Dax by Master Ordis and was eager to take it. While the Armada patrolled and protected Tagge Space, the Dax acted as protectors of Tepasi itself. The elite warrior sect of the Temple of Lotus, the symbol of Tepasi faith, and under the command of the revered Grandmaster Teshin, who was once a Dax himself, they protect and serve Tepasi, not any family or faction.
Zeb had met them before, when he escorted the Royal Family to Tepasi for a diplomatic trip. They were honorable and just. To be a Dax would be an honor.
Lapin finalized some of the paperwork. “Well, if you’d come with me, Commander Dume, we’ll get you prepped for surgery. Any preferences on eye color?”
Kanan turned his head to Hera, feeling her out in the Force. “Blue. Bright blue.”
“Done. Follow me. You can accompany him, Captain Syndulla. Captain Orrelios, you’ll need to swear in and be initiated into the Tepasi faith. Seeker Rell will guide you to the ship’s prayer room to get the process started.”
A short man in a white set of leather armor approach the door, hood drawn up to the forehead and head bowed. “Follow me, Initiate Garazeb. I will guide you on the first few steps of your new journey.”
Zeb shot one last look at Tristan and Sabine, still sitting at the table. He waved them goodbye, nodded at Kanan, saluted Hera, then followed the Seeker out. A new journey. An honorable one.
Sabine waved him off. “Will we get to see him again?”
“That depends on scheduling. You’re allowed leave while on duty, and the Dax have ample free time between shifts and missions. Captain, Commander, if you two will stay here a while more, your exchanged prisoners are docking now.”
The door opened five minutes later, both Ezra and Alrich escorted through the threshold in cuffs. Ezra was also sporting a Force dampener around his neck. Kanan felt a chill through his spine. He could hear his apprentice, and by tomorrow he would be able to see him, but he couldn’t feel him. Where there should’ve been a bright conduit of the Force, there was only… a Human. A normal Human. It was jarring, and terrifying, and… stop. Stop that line of thought. As long as Ezra could behave, he’d be just fine.
Things would be just fine. As long as The House kept its word and there were no other complications.
…
He just jinxed them all, didn’t he?
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Docking Bay 74, Coruscant Spaceport, Coruscant
One ‘Codi Lerobi’ checked through customs at the spaceport and made his way to the central hub. He needed to get information, reorient himself with the Core, then make it back to Bay 81 in time for his flight to Tepasi. He didn’t notice the plainclothes ISB spoof sending a message through his comms.
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The Stinger Mantis, Tanalorr, Koboh Abyss
Life was good for Cal Kestis. He had an integral part in the Hidden Path, he had a daughter to care for, friends to hang out with, a safe world to settle on, and, after a slip up with Merrin about using his last name on her citizenship forms since she didn’t have one of her own, he had a very scary and very loving wife.
So of course the galaxy decided that now was the perfect time to drop a bomb in his lap.
“Kestis? It’s Jung. Obi-Wan Kenobi is on Coruscant. He has a ticket to Tepasi at 2115 today under ‘Codi Lerobi’. I got a holo enclosed with this message as proof. Thought you’d want to know. Gonna try to keep ISB away from this as long as I can. Jung out.”
Cal tried his best to not get his hopes up as he opened the file and looked at the holo. That… that was Master Kenobi. No doubt about it. Older and rougher, but that was him. He should… he should go meet him, right? At the very least Master Kenobi would be safe on Tanalorr, and a Jedi like him surely had many things to teach.
But he promised Kata he’d be there for her natal day next week, and Merrin was so excited about it…
“BD, calculate travel time for me. Here to Coruscant.”
“Beep boop.”
He winces. “How about to Tepasi?”
“Beep beep boop.”
“That’s better. We’re going there. Extraction job, quick and easy. No one needs to know, right?”
“Boop boop bah.”
“Don’t be like that. She won’t even notice! Come on, get the engines started.”
They were just lifting off when his comms cackled to life. “Cal, where are you going?”
Cal froze. Shit. She was supposed to be busy with some ritual in the basement. “Just a quick check in with a contact, making sure everything’s still safe over there.”
“Over where?”
“Uhhhh…. Naboo. Yeah, the cell on Naboo. I’ll be back in two, three days tops. Tell Kata I love her?”
“…You don’t need backup?”
“Uh, no. No, it’s okay. Just a standard check in, shouldn’t be any trouble. Besides, one of us needs to arrange things for Kata’s natal day and we both know I’m useless.”
“Yes you are. Alright, be safe. You take care of him, BD.”
“Beep boop.”
“Alright, gotta go. I love you, Merrin.”
“Love you too, Cal.”
“Beep beep bah!”
“Yes, and you, BD.”
Cal laughed as the comms cut off. “Alright BD, set course for Tepasi and take us out.”
Time to get a Jedi Councilor back. What could possibly go wrong?
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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life - Chapter 8
For @contentment-of-cats. Also on AO3.
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Recovery Room, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
Yana couldn’t slice the door. Whoever was in charge of The House’s cybersecurity was almost as good as Odo, which meant they far outstripped her. “All right, they're not going to let us out. Let’s have it.”
She was a direct person by both nature and nurture, and sometimes got very confused around highborns, which both Artur and Yissa were. More than that, they came from two prominent lines of Founders. But Artur was Army, and Yissa was disowned, so this might just work.
Artur tapped into his electro-tattoos and tried to forcibly override the control panel, not realizing that Lapin programmed it to fry anyone opening it from the inside. Ended up with his ass on the floor and his tattoos steaming, groaning in pain.
At the moment Yana was glaring at both of them, tears starting. Her chest hurt and her heart was trying to rip its way out of her chest. “You deserved that. I'm not going to fight both of you. I'm tired and I have seppies to squish. Let's have it out. All of it. Now. I love both of you. I chose you, Yissa, which is apparently not enough. Artur, I chose the Chimaera because - as Lady Domina said - I wanted to fly, not nest. I was twenty. I needed to find out who I am. And I did. Who I am is not someone who puts up with this pussyfooting around and highborn head games. Both of you shoot straight with me, or both of you let me go."
There was silence for a few seconds. Yana was just about to give up when Artur spoke.
“You know how I feel, Yana. It hasn't change. I love you, and if you want to share yourself between me and Yissa I’ll accept it. I...” A sigh. “I just want to be with you, by your side, all the way.”
Yana turned to Yissa. “I chose you. Is that enough?” She was very lucky to be loved by both, but if it made one or both unhappy she'd walk. Nobody deserved to have love used like a knife in the heart.
Yissa looked at her, then Artur. She was seeing him in somewhat of a new – or rather old – light, the light that made her choose him out of the list her parents gave her all those years ago.
She was also coming to terms with the fact that her mistrust of him, from the moment he stepped foot onto the Chimaera, had nothing to do with him being a Tagge, and everything to do with her not believing that she’d be enough to keep Yana from leaving her and coming back to him. Artur was just so… him, and she’d been so wrapped up in those thoughts she’d failed to notice the love and trust her lover, her wyf, gave her. “Yes, Yana. It's enough.”
Yana exhaled. Worst part is over. “All right. Do either of you have any more issues with me?” Both of them shook their heads. “No issues? Good. Now we can talk about how this is gonna work going forward.”
Both of them were looking at her as if she was supposed to be leading them, as if they didn’t both outrank her. “You can both have me, but you have to work out your issues with each other before that can happen. If I take both of you, it is all the way. Absolutely equal. I have your backs, you have mine, and you need to have each other’s. It's a mean old galaxy full of assholes – we have to be a unit.”
Artur had no problems with Yissa as far as she could tell. Yiss was the one who needed some work here. The Sensors Officer was refusing to look either of them in the eyes, ashamed of herself now that she had time to reflect.
Yana came to her. Luckily she was short and could look Yissa in the eyes from multiple angles. Nothing really needed to be said. Well, that wasn’t true, but it could wait. For now, Yana simply wrapped her arms around Yissa's front and her wyf started crying.
And Yana was a sucker. Yana was the comforter and the make-better one. “I love you. I always will. I will never stop. Even if I die.”
“I know that Yana. I know. It's just... I see the way you look at him, and then I find out about little pieces of your relationship through Jash and Aylin, and it just feels like even though you love me, you'll still realize that he's the better choice. The one that truly has your heart.”
“But do you see the way I look at you? There is no better choice. You’re both unique, amazing.”
And she was truly crying now, bawling in Yana's embrace.
Artur kept his eyes averted, admittedly a little uncomfortable with seeing his ex-fiancé this vulnerable. He had the same conversation with himself their second year, same doubts about whether Yana would fall out of love with him and find someone new. Someone better.
He had Revy, Aunt Mina, and the Twins there to set him straight. Yissa didn't even have family to turn to without breaching professional boundaries.
Yana would never abandon Yissa. Yissa – like her – had no family, disgraced and disowned when she ran from her own wedding to enlist. They've been family since six months after Thrawn came to the Chimaera.
Once Yissa was done crying and Yana released her, Artur scooted closer. Gently, slowly. She was still emotional, easily spooked. He looked at her and opened his arms with a soft, faint smile. She sank in, muttering apologies into his shirt as they hugged. He didn’t say anything, but she understood.
All was forgiven.
Yana’s comlink chimed and she deftly switched it off, hugging Yissa from the back. The graft on her shoulders throbbed and was promptly ignored.
However, she was troubled. Her family was the Chimaera, her loves Yissa and Artur. They could go back, all three of them. Phyrre, Jash, and Odo already liked Artur and they would accept him into the circle the way they did Yissa. In her own opinion she was not ready for command, but she knew it was inevitable at this point.
Cherno and Vergilio were of the opposite view. She got tossed in the deep and and came swimming in like a fireswan. Thrawn happened to agree with them. She had been forced to grow into a command no smaller than that of an Imperial Navy Commander, four ranks above her own, and had flourished. Faro thought that she could use another year or two before her first official command, but that she was ready if needed.
Yana was getting that promotion, whether she liked it or not.
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Command Bridge, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
Phyrre watched the security feed with glee. A pool has already been started fleetwide. Jash had a month’s pay on a triad marriage, Odo on a concubine. She had her own pay on a classic husband-wife-wyf setup. Lapin was vibrating with excitement in the command chair, already picking out dresses.
The core family and relevant blood ties were already informed and Cassio, being Baron, was in charge of preparations to bring Pyrondi into the aristocracy. Yissa was already a Lady before being disowned so she was a simpler case.
Meanwhile, Tonio was having a fit. His best Weapons Officer AND his best Sensors Officer!? POACHING!
Lapin decided that their job here was over. “Captain Virgilio, the bridge is yours.”
“Copy that, Marshal.”
“Prepare my shuttle. I’m going back to the Acquisitor.”
“Yes, sir. Informing hangar technicians now.”
When it came to wedding preparations, especially for The Eldest of The Eldest, it was best to discuss things in person.
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Executive Quarters, The Acquisitor, Tagge Armada
“They might want to be married in uniform. Lady Ilyana might need to marry Lady Yissa first, then marry Artur. The Hammerlys will have tookas.”
Domina considered things. “The Hammerly Family won't accept being merged into House Tagge, Lapin. Their pride as a fellow Founder won't allow it.” That would be a problem.
“They disowned Lady Yissa, my Lady - finders keepers, losers weepers.” Red dress. Red and gold. Tagge colors. “Lady Yissa has a little bit leftover from draining her trust fund, but that's the last of her connection to that family besides her name. And I think Artur prefers to be married in Special Forces colors. Maybe the red Barony Sash on top?”
“Still, Tagges are expected to be of a certain… financial state. It’ll be a substantial amoun-“ A pause to look at Yana’s business account.
Lapin shrugged. “Lady Ilyana bought an older Arquetiens after graduation so her accounts are a little low. None of the Nerds have needed to work since they founded Find Out Inc. and patented the Pyrondi System. They could retire tomorrow and be very comfortable.”
The Nerds, formerly the Four Demons of Royal Imperial, were millionaires, one and all. Pyrondi System, KYS System, Invisi-Hull, PNM, there were a dozen patents under their names, consolidated into Find Out Incorporated. They made more a month in royalties than Thrawn did a year as Grand Admiral. “Why didn’t Yana, or the rest of the Nerds, use their wealth to find accommodation on Canto Bight? Why ask Artur?”
Lapin looked into it. “Hmm. All of their fees are on autopay, but otherwise I don’t see any activity on any of their company accounts for the past two years. My guess? They forgot that they’re rich. They seem humble enough to not focus on wealth.”
Domina smirked as she opened her comlink. “Let’s test that theory, shall we? Phyrre, my dear, I have a question for you.”
An audible gulp. Adorable. “What is it, Lady Domina?”
“Do you remember Find Out Incorporated?”
“Of course. My friends and I founded it in our third year at Royal to patent the Pyrondi System. What about it, my Lady?”
“Why didn’t you use the royalties to get accommodations while on leave? You have more than enough.”
A very telling silence. “You all forgot about those accounts, didn’t you?”
A sigh. “Yes we did.”
“That’s all I need to know. Thank you, darling.”
Lapin was chuckling. Typical nerd behavior. Domina giggled in amusement as she ended the call. “Take a million from Yana as a dowry. That should appease the more traditional relatives. Recommend investments and saving plans for the rest. If she's going to be a Tagge, she's going to be a proper one. That means adding extra zeroes to this number, Lapin. Get it done.”
“Of course, auntie.”
“Also, offer the Nerds jobs. Multiple options, salaries in the third bracket should do nicely.” It would be beneficial to keep her friends close by. She'd need a support network to deal with life as a Tagge.
Lapin handed her a datapad. “A list of those from the 7th approaching retirement, or who might be waffling on renewing commissions. If we want Thrawn, we have to offer more, and we can.” The Dynasty had outlived more regimes than they had fingers and toes. The Seventh had nearly 3000 ships, split into multiple task forces. They could beat it.
Domina had been interested in Thrawn ever since he was a lieutenant. Wanted him in the Armada when he made Captain. Now was her chance. “Sources close to Cassio told me that Thrawn joined the Navy to protect his people with a military force.” A Pause. Ah. Idea. “Is the High Marshal position open, Lapin?”
A corresponding Pause. “It can be. Where are you going with this?”
A Resign Sigh. This was the best option she could see. “Offer him the Armada. All of it.”
Shocked silence. “Are you sure, Lady Domina?”
Domina noted the formal address. Lapin was serious. “Yes, I am. Thrawn has proven himself loyal to the hand that provides for him. We need to make sure that it's my hand.”
The Armada itself could confront the Imperial Navy head-on. A million ships, including thirty thousand Domina-Class capital ships, armed to the teeth with the best hardware money couldn’t buy. Consolidated yet modular and flexible in deployment. Over two billion soldiers, all highly trained and carefully vetted. Unlike the Imperial Academies, TaggeCo spared no expense and cut no corners in making sure that their troops were the best in the galaxy.
If Thrawn accepted, eighty percent of the 7th would go with him. All of the women in the fleet would. Domina wanted that fleet. It was only ever Thrawn, maybe that mathematical genius aide of his, but this? This was a prize. She told Lapin to handle the talent acquisition, and also to discuss with Artur about an open Marshal position. Time to bring the man home. Most, if not all, of 1st SCAR would come with him. Yet another prize that she couldn’t pass up.
Palpatine would do nothing against her. He couldn’t. If the Dynasty collapsed, TaggeCo collapsed. If TaggeCo collapsed, the Empire would be reduced to the Core and nothing else. The Seswenna sector would go all in with Tepasi, and the Expansion Region with Seswenna. Tagges around the galaxy had their hooks in the Inner Rim, Mid Rim, Outer Rim, even the Unknown and Wild Space. If he killed the Dynasty, 95% of the Empire would die with it.
She checked on the status of Spearhead, then kicked her plan into action. Lucrative job offers by the millions were sent out to every name on the list. All she needed were for the Nerds and Thrawn to accept and the rest would follow. She’d essentially be annexing the 7th Fleet into the Armada.
Vader made use of the shock and confusion to slip a sighting of Kenobi into the records, then mobilized the Inquisitors and left for Byss. He’d get rid of them once they were there. Lapin prepared to welcome the Grand Admiral and Commander Vanto. Lady Karyn too, after a moment’s consideration. There were offers on the table in the form of insignias, gleaming on the literal table.
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Thrawn analyzed the room. The decoration was subtle, yet prominent. An air of elegance, and also an intimidating yet subtle statement of their strength and wealth. Interesting. Meanwhile, Karyn reminisced on the few times she’d been here before, when she was still fooling around with Cas.
Eli stared at the insignias on the table. High Marshal, Fleet Admiral, Vice Admiral. Looked at Thrawn. “They're handing over their armada. All of it. To you. Now.”
Thrawn raised an eyebrow and looked at Lapin, who nodded. “Yes, we are. In exchange, we want you to secure an expansion of Tagge Space to every available system nearby, and improve our officers' tactical prowess. We've also sent offers to every member of the 7th that potentially wants to come with you, which is to say most of them.”
Thrawn’s mind was processing this admittedly unexpected turn of events. They have just offered him everything he could’ve wanted in an ally. After all, nothing was more incorruptible than a Tagge’s self-interest.
Lapin cleared their throat. “But first, I want to know what you think about… overthrowing the Empire?”
The first response was quick to come. “Are you with the Rebellion?”
A scoff. “Oh Margulis no. I stand with my family, Grand Admiral. That won’t change anytime soon.”
“I assume the Dynasty intends to replace the Empire?”
“We do. How do you feel about that?”
Eli knew that Thrawn had been bound ever tighter to the Empire, and that if Eli himself was having doubts lately, that Thrawn was having them, too.
And, on the surface level alone, Thrawn was just handed over three hundred times the amount of ships he had as Grand Admiral, even more firepower, and as much funding as he desired to finish the Defender Project. Although, the project could technically be scrapped and the Sienar contract terminated, then a similar project could be created at TaggeCo. Eli would handle that. His CO had no subtlety.
Thrawn weighed every factor like always. The Empire was so dependent on TaggeCo that it would cease to be without them. The House of Tagge was an empire of its own. Why not just replace the entire regime? It would be risky, especially with Palpatine's Sithly nature, but it could be done.
He picked up the insignia and the Force wobbled. In a cell on the Levinbolt, Ezra felt his heart seized up and his stomach dropped, feeling like his destiny just got bitchslapped.
Eli assumed that Fleet Admiral was for Faro, so he picked up the last one. Vice Admiral. Flag rank. Still an aide, mind, probably Chief Aide, but Vice Admiral Vanto had a very nice ring to it. He looked at Thrawn. The message was clear. ‘You go, I go.’ Faro was telling him the same thing with her eyes.
All three of them took their plaques off, put the insignias on, and sat down. Lapin smiled from the head of the table. Lady Domina would be so pleased. The Rebellion’s command would be decimated once they started, but the rest would have to be put on the backup engine. They'd serve as a distraction while the Tagges pulled off the coup of the millennium. No prolonged battle, no great war. Subtle setups, then one night to assassinate Palpatine and the galaxy would have an Empress Tagge on the throne.
“Welcome to the Tagge Armada, High Marshal, Admirals. Shall we get to work?”
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Deputy Director’s Office, ISB Headquarters, Coruscant
Partagaz and Yularen were having lunch and chatting at Yularen’s desk when the intel came. Domina was essentially annexing the 7th Fleet into the Armada. They looked at each other. The coup has begun. Time to put their control of the ISB to good use.
Partagaz got a request from General Tagge to get himself to Krownest for ‘extensive and advanced interrogation of the Spectres. Immediately made his way back to his office to pack. Yularen called for his private shuttle. No way was he missing this.
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Imperial High Command, Coruscant
Motti heard about the poaching attempt from Domina a little while ago and now he was in a crisis. At first, he had been glad. Thrawn produced results, yes, but the Chiss did it a little too well and he wouldn’t have put it past Palpatine to eventually make him Naval Chief, kicking Motti himself out of the IHC in the process.
Then he heard that every woman in the 7th would be going with him and he was elated. Women in the Navy was fine, but Thrawn’s command was nearly 25% women, with women in senior command positions. That felt weird to a man like Motti, and so he was glad that they were leaving.
And then he sat down and thought about it. About 20% of the 7th as a whole was expected to stay. That was over a million sailors that were, while undoubtedly talented, too off-center for the other fleets. Where would they go?
Maybe he’d encourage transfers to the Army, make it Cassio’s problem. His cousin’s been complaining about a shortage of skilled officers anyway.
Palpatine wouldn’t be happy about losing his largest fleet, but Conan Antonio Motti didn’t make Naval Chief by not knowing how to nerfshit his way out of things.
His comlink chimed. Not the work one, not the personal one. The hidden one. He reached in and checked it with shaking hands. ‘Operation Titanfall is live. Stage One.’
If he got this message, Uncle Wil and Uncle Wullf got it too, so would Uncle Hurst, Uncle Moradmin, and Siward. The entire High Command was in on this, besides Vader that was.
Another message. “Vader is in.”
HOW THE KR-
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Command Bridge, The Visionary, First Fleet
Karyn finally got that fleet she always wanted. It was with the Armada instead of the Imperial Navy, but the feeling was still incredible. Lapin had told her to get use to her new flagship, the Visionary, so she made her way there while Thrawn and Eli went back to the Harbinger.
Karyn expected many things as she stepped into the bridge. She didn’t expect her ex to be there, looking out the viewport.
“Cassio. Oh kriff me”, she groaned.
He turned around, that damn smirk on his lips. “Not exactly the best place, Karyn, but if you insist…”
“Kriff off, Cas.”
She was happy to see him, but damn her if she ever let him know it.
He chuckled. “The fleet is yours, Fleet Admiral Faro.”
It was hers. All hers. Finally. Time to overthrow a regime.
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Command Bridge, ISD Harbinger, Seventh Fleet
High Marshal Thrawn. That would take some getting used to. Eli hadn’t expect to call him anything besides Admiral or Grand Admiral for the rest of his career. Vice Admiral Vanto, though… That was just fun to say in his head. He was finally flag rank, and now to see who’d accept it. Thrawn took his seat.
“Lock down the ship, Lieutenant.”
“Yes sir.”
A click on his armrest comm.
“Attention crew of the Harbinger, this is Thrawn. As of twenty standard minutes ago, I have resigned my commission with the Imperial Navy and accepted an offer to become High Marshal of the Tagge Armada. My mission is to lead a coup against Emperor Palpatine and instate Lady Domina Tagge as Empress. Most of you have already received your own offers. Whether you accept them or not is your own prerogative, but should you accept, report to the secondary hangar bay in one hour. Should you not accept, report to the primary hangar and you will be allowed to leave. Whether you warn Imperial High Command or not will be irrelevant. Thrawn out.”
Another click to cut the feed. “Monitor all attempts of outside contact, Lieutenant. Report to me immediately and have them detained.”
“Right away, sir. And sir?”
“Yes, Lieutenant?”
“Long may you serve, High Marshal.”
Thrawn’s lips quirked up slightly. Long may they all serve.
A chime on his sensors. Ah, Colonel Yularen and Major Partagaz were here to question their prisoners. Good.
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Galactic Senate Chamber, Imperial Senate Building, Coruscant
Ulric was already preparing for the next Senate session when The Message came, followed immediately by an information package from Uncle Wullf. Evidence proving Mon Mothma, Breha Organa, and a slew of aristocrats and senators covered up the genocide on Jegsziv to save Saw Gererra’s ass, financial ties between Mothma, Organa, and the Rebellion, recordings of Leia Organa’s holocalls to rebel agents to plan the theft of her own ships…
Everything he needed to have them kicked off the Senate was there. The ISB was already standing by for arrests, simply waiting for him to present the data in front of the Senate and on record.
And so he did.
“The Senator for Tepasi has the chamber.”
“Thank you, Grand Vizier. Fellow senators, something has come to my attention just this morning that I feel requires an immediate response. If you all check your datapads, I have sent you the same information package I received from Colonel Wullf Yularen. Alarming, yet irrefutable, evidence of several beings in this very chamber covering up a planet-wide genocide, a genocide that killed over a billion people, just to save one man from rightfully being prosecuted for his crimes: Saw Gererra, a known insurgent that has been on the Empire’s Most Wanted list since its conception for charges such as terrorism, mass murder, and biological warfare.”
A deep breath.
“Inside that package, you will also see evidence financially connecting Senator Mon Mothma and Senator Bail Organa to the insurgent group known as the Rebellion, along with ISB recordings of Princess Leia Organa orchestrating with rebel agents on ways to steal Alderaanian ships for the rebel fleet. Senators, I motion for the removal and arrest of those named and accused by this evidence until a proper investigation into their crimes is completed.”
The vote was as one-sided as he predicted. Once Riyo Chuchi, a vocal supporter of Mothma’s, voted against her own friend with a horrified and disgusted look on her face, Ulric knew it was over.
In the end, they arrested Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, a host of other senators previously held in high esteem, and ISB troopers were moving to contain Alderaan and arrest Queen Breha.
The Grand Vizier and Emperor Palpatine ended the session early once it became clear that the Senate was too chaotic to be productive. Ulric smiled privately. His part was done.
Now he simply hoped that the others could do their parts.
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Recovery Room, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
Yissa had some time to think as she got a double hug. Did she like men? Or was it just Artur? She didn’t bed men, that was certain, but loving them? Hmm.
She decided to experiment, putting a hand on Artur's jaw and guiding him closer. Silently asked permission before tentatively meeting his lips with her own.
There was a fluttering in her chest that definitely wasn’t there the first and last time she kissed a man years ago. Yana was not going to disturb this. However, she found that watching them kiss felt Good. Yissa pulled him in closer, moaning lightly as Yana slid her hands up and under, then roamed. Things were heating up and she was glad.
Merri Barlin was in the corridor outside the medbay, trying to listen in and nursing a gigantic crush on Artur, and slightly smaller ones on Yissa and Yana.
Phyrre saw, snuck up behind her, unlocked the door, pushed her in, then relocked the door.
Her eyes widened. Yissa was spread wide, Yana stuffing her face between her legs while Artur railed her from behind.
They stared at her. She stared at them. Blushed. Stammered out an apology and tried to unlock the door.
Yissa recognized the marks of a Phyrre and Jash tag teaming. Meanwhile, Yana was melting into the bed, Artur making sure she came again before pulling out. Merri’s eyes widened even more at the size. She… Had Not.
Yissa patted the bedding. “Come.”
Merri obeyed the order like a good sailor. Looked at Yana. The little carnivore had been kriffed nonverbal and was currently the consistently of pulled taffy. “Well um… What now?”
Twin smirks answered her. Merri shivered with anticipation.
Oh well, to hell with it. “Yes.”
#star wars#thrawn#grand admiral thrawn#star wars rebels#sw fanfic#pyrondi#star wars empire#hammerly#karyn faro#artur tagge#lapin tagge#domina tagge#conan antonio motti#cassio tagge#wullf yularen#major partagaz#merri barlin
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Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Teen And Up
Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Hammerly/Pyrondi (Star Wars), Karyn Faro/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Agral/Yve, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Characters: Original Characters, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Karyn Faro, Agral (Star Wars), Lomar (Star Wars), Yve (Star Wars), Woldar (Star Wars), Gilad Pellaeon, Albus Marinith, Cassio Tagge, Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Stormtrooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Chimaera Crew Members (Star Wars), Sabine Wren, Ursa Wren, Tristan Wren, Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Alrich Wren, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Chimaera means family, Sorta angsty at the beginning, but a lot more fluffy and funny later, I promise, No Beta We Die Like Clones, wlw, Everyone Is Gay, The Mandalorian Darksaber (Star Wars), Canto Bight | Capital City of Cantonica (Star Wars), Planet Krownest (Star Wars), Clan Wren (Star Wars), Unresolved Romantic Tension, Romantic Angst, Everyone Needs Therapy, Especially Artur, Established Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Karyn Faro, Established Hammerly/Pyrondi Summary:
What is it about the obscenely rich yet kind and funny officers that has Pyro gravitating to them her entire love life? Luckily, there were only two so far that fit the criteria. And her ex is transferring to the Chimaera. Not too bad. Right?
Source: archiveofourown.org
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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life - Chapter 7
For @contentment-of-cats. Also on AO3.
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Command Bridge, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
“Captain Pyrondi, come in.”
Yana groaned in frustration. What now? “This is Pyrondi. Send traffic.”
“Captain, there’s an unknown ship on approach. Pilot claims to be a bounty hunter with two dead members of Clan Wren. Wants to collect the bounty and requested that the ship captain deliver the bounty in person. Guild ident number checks out. Orders, sir?”
A contemplative silence. “Have a squadron of guards at the hangar bay and wait for me. I’m on my way. Captain Virgilio has the bridge.”
“Copy that, sir.”
Yana told the task force to wrap up and set course back to Tepasi, then went to change. She hasn’t worn traditional hides in too damn long, and it’d also throw the bounty hunter off-kilter.
A full security detail was already there by the time she got to the hangar. Chief General Tagge designated her a high-value asset when the bounty on her head, from way back during her last year at Royal, was recently reactivated. Four million credits turned a lot of heads her way. It also earned her the nickname ‘Unkillable’ amongst Mandalorian clans.
The man that stepped out of the ship was tall, lanky in that aristocratic way that suggested a runaway or disgraced noble, probably Kuati given the unique complexion. He had two bodies in Mandalorian armor on the cart behind him and a facial scan confirmed them as Clan Wren and the hunter as disgraced Kuati royalty. She nodded, a trooper handed her the box of credits to pass to him, and she turned to walk away. What a waste of her time.
The last thing she felt before blacking out was a sharp, searing pain in her back.
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The Tagges were no stranger to strangling worlds and systems, either in retaliation for an offense against them or just to get their way. Before the Republic existed, Helric Tagge rigged the Hydian Way, causing a collision in hyperspace that resulted in Alderaan, Chandrila, and Coruscant losing five thousand ships. The cost was so great that Alderaan swore pacifism, and Chandrila never built another warship. The resulting famine on Coruscant killed over two billion people. Nobody could prove a thing.
TaggeCo, already a multisystem conglomerate then, swooped in and grew exponentially. Brutal yet subtle suppression of any and all competition in its infancy, bribes, blackmail, extortion, assassination, orchestrated disasters. In twenty years, TaggeCo grew from a conglomerate to a supercorporation, then an empire of its own, spanning nearly the entire known galaxy.
When the Republic was created, Coruscant was picked as the capitol, but recorded history showed that Tepasi, and Helric himself, sat at the head of that table.
At the height of the Clone Wars, The Dynasty declared Tagge Space a neutral territory. The CIS tried to muscle in when Domina took the throne from her father Kyric, mistakenly seeing the change in leadership as a weakness to exploit. All of a sudden, Serenno had food riots, the Banking Clan lost all Tagge deposits, and the Techno Union didn't get a new contract, or any contract for that matter.
The Tagges opened their own bank and trading platform, offered high interest rates for low balances, and sucked away the masses. The Techno Union was replaced by TaggeCo workers, staffed through an aggressive recruiting campaign instead of leaning on the Republic Youth Corps for cheap labor like so many others. Domina bought every credit of Republic debt from the Banking Clan for a quarter of the price and squeezed the Senate’s economic balls just to remind them who was in control.
The likes of Kuat and BlasTech were all concerned with protecting their bottom lines while the Clone Wars raged on. Domina, however, saw the opportunity to revolutionize and took it. The Empire presented another such opportunity and she took that one too, getting the largest piece of War Mantle and a bunch of other military contracts to herself.
The Dynasty earned itself another name: The House, as in ‘Don’t bet against The House.’
Kuat wouldn’t stand a chance.
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Secondary Hangar Bay, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
Yissa was assigned by Virgilio to help receive and prepare Artur for surgery. As much as she was jealous of the man, she didn’t want him to die, and as such put every drop of effort into her work, carefully lifting him onto the medsled before swiftly cutting off his shirt, revealing a set of electro-tattoos, then his pants, with a pair of scissors.
She stopped dead to stare at his crotch, now only covered by his blacks. Remembered Yana’s dimensions in her head. How the kriff…
She shook her head and got back to work. Thank Coru she left him at the altar and ran. He might not even fit inside her, much less Yana.
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Sometimes you beat the odds and sometimes you don't. It was good luck that Ilyana had changed into her tuskie-hide tunic before meeting the ‘bounty hunter’ since the hide already had mild energy-dissipating properties. It was bad luck that the shot landed, partly burned through the back of the tunic and cloak, and dropped her in her tracks. The assassin was a male member of the Kuati Royal House, a fake declaration of disownment and an initiation into the guild set up by the Matriarch herself.
Yana didn't remember anything, from her point of view all she did was wake up in a bacta tank on the Acquisitor, painkillers up to the eyeballs and staring without comprehension at the medics outside her tank before her brain glitched out again.
Hurt.
“She's waking up.”
“Put her under again. That cloned skin graft is taking. She can't move for another few days at least.”
Ilyana woke up screaming. The pain was too much for tears. Too much for breathing, but her body did it stubbornly. In and Out. The simple motion blacked her out again and this time, Faro closed her hands over Yana's, creating a soft squeezy in her grip. “Squeeze, Yana. Squeeze it hard.”
And she did. The pain rode away from her like a leaf on the surface of a stream, and Yana sank in. Oh. No pain.
A soft darkness took her away to a place of strange silver starlight, paths and gateways, and Yana floated there. She watched herself be born, live, and die so many times, so many different outcomes. Then at one critical moment when her legs failed her, when hope failed her, her uncle threw her into the transport and shut the hatch.
All those other lives went dark as if someone flicked a switch and crumbled away. And then the dark bloomed with so many new lights, new colors, branches of light from one gateway to another.
“You’re the one who wasn't supposed to live. He’s the one who was never supposed to be. And you have both set me free.”
The voice was familiarly unfamiliar. Yana whirled around. A man, shoulder length brown hair, scar under his right eye, and ridiculously tall, was floating a ways away behind her.
“Who are you?” He was so... familiar. She could've sworn that they've met before.
He gave her a small smile, one full of kindness and pain. “My name is – was – Anakin Skywalker.”
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Secondary Medbay, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
Artur woke up… refreshed? What in the- Oh, wait. There’s the pain. Ow. Looked down. Signs of recent surgery on his left knee. Artur gave it a tap, felt his knuckles hitting metal. Prosthetic, most likely courtesy of TaggeCo R&D to feel this natural.
Looking around, he recognized the secondary medbay on one of the Armada’s capital ships. Not the Acquisitor, but certainly a Domina-Class. He stopped a passing medical droid. “Where am I?”
“Ah, Lord Artur. I am glad to see that you are awake. You are in the secondary medbay. You suffered a-“
“I know that. Which ship am I on?”
“The Levinbolt, milord.”
“Thank you.”
The Levinbolt. Spearhead. Auntie Domina mobilized the Armada, which meant someone gave her the code. Who knew the code? Him, Dad, Aylin, Domini, Lapin, Aunt Domi, Yana… Yana. Margulis bless that woman.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, milord?”
“Is Ilyana Pyrondi on board?”
“Captain Pyrondi is currently undergoing post-surgery recovery in ICU Unit One, Lord Artur. Would you like to relay a message?”
She’s undergoing what!? Focus. Observation, assessment, action. In that order. “No. No message, thank you.” He waited for the droid to move out of sight before starting his ‘action’.
Medical Sergeant Eylod was the unlucky soldier assigned to watch over Major Tagge while he healed in post-op. He’d gone out for a cup of caf. It had taken him two minutes. When he came back, the bed was empty and the Major was nowhere to be found. “Oh grace be damned, not again. Sergeant Eylod to Captain Virgilio. Major Tagge escaped from medbay, sir. No tracks to follow.”
A sigh through the comms. “Of course he did. I’ll tell the guards around Pyrondi’s bed to be on the lookout and make a few calls. Prepare restraints and standby for updates.”
“Yes sir. Standing by.”
Max Veers was in the middle of a meeting when his personal comms chimed. Why the hell was Virgilio calling him? Did something happen to Artur? “Excuse me, gentlemen. This would take but a moment.”
Exit the room. Secure surrounding environment. Accept the call. “General Veers speaking.”
“Sir, Captain Virgilio here. Lets say, hypothetically of course, that Major Tagge went missing from medbay and there was no visible trace of his whereabouts. Where should we look first?”
A Long Suffering Sigh. “Was he alone?”
“Yes sir.”
“He’s in the floors. Or a large vent somewhere. Check for loose panels. If that is all?”
“That is all, General. Thank you.”
“Tell me when you find him. Veers out.”
Sigh. Lock emotions out of face. Reenter the room. “Apologies, gentlemen. Where were we?”
He remined himself to send a recording to Artur to berate the boy remotely.
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World Between Worlds
“General Skywalker. We studied your tactics in history class.”
A smile and chuckle. “I know you do. Word of advice, most of my so called 'tactics' were just me making shit up as I go.”
A scoff. “And yet when I do it I get a reprimand and a ton of lip. Why are you here, General? What is this place?” For a moment she was afraid that this was the After, but the stars reassured her that it wasn't. Part of her was sad, because at the end of her life she hoped to see her parents and kin again.
“This is somewhere... else. Most who know about it called it the World Between Worlds. We can see the past, present, and future here. You've just witnessed the change you made on Destiny.”
“General, with all due respect, Destiny is a bunch of-” Awake. Faro and Thrawn both hovering over her. So MUCH pain. Squeezed the squeezy. Okay. Black, then starlight and General Skywalker peering down at her. “Ohthathurtohthathurt.”
Yana cleared her throat. The pain lingers. “Excuse me, General. As I was saying, with all due respect, Destiny is a bunch of nerfshit.”
A Sigh, full of weight and pain. “I wish that were true. So much suffering could have been avoided if more thought like you, but Destiny is what it is. The simple fact of your continued existence and Artur's being at all is proof of Destiny. The Force itself has changed around both of you.”
Yana was... confused. “How so, General? Artur I get, he's a great man who will go on to do great things, but I'm just a humble officer.”
Anakin channeled his inner Drama Queen Kenobi before his next words. “The two of you form a dyad in the Force.”
And the child was absolutely unimpressed. He knew he liked this one for a reason. He should drop her on Obi – trying to be invisible on Tatooine – and see how it goes.
Yana didn't know a dyad from Orn Free Taa's left asscheek. “I saw all the other lives I could have lived, but one wiped them all out, and a bunch of other lives resulted. Destiny's a sloppy way to run a universe.”
“My old Master told me that Destiny gives people hope for something better, not only for themselves, but for others, for the future.”
“Even so, General, my point stands. Hope doesn't mean much if the thing giving hope makes a mess of everything in the first place.” She continued, “And there is nothing so cruel as giving people false hope, sending them looking for miracles instead of solutions, selling them a gilded bantha turd. We're fighting against false hopes and false promises right now. 'Restore democracy!' and 'Freedom' and 'Rights.' Democracy takes work, freedom needs infrastructure, and rights are balanced with responsibilities. But then again, telling people to use their brains instead of sitting on their ass has never been motivational.”
Her shoulders were burning. “Shit. The pain meds are wearing off again. Be right back.”
And she disappeared back to the material world once again. Anakin used the time to think. Did he agree with her?
…
Yes, absolutely. He and Vader seldom agreed on anything, but they did now.
Yana opened her eyes. Squeezed the squeezy. Silent scream because she did not have the energy for sound. Thrawn and Faro were still hovering over her.
“Welcome back, Ilyana.”
“No. I have to go back. I was talking with General Skywalker.” Needle in arm. Squeezed the squeezy. Out again. Thrawn started. Went out to contact the Executor and check what Vader was doing.
“And another thing. Corruption is contagious - it comes from the top down. Since you're a figment of my imagination, I'm going to tell you my life story. I was born on a world called Jegsziv-”
Vader was meditating, not to be disturbed. Tepasi breakout in ten. Plenty of time.
Anakin listened as Ilyana told her story. By the end he was incredibly pissed off, disgusted with Gererra as well, but calmed himself. First things first, clarification. “I'm not a figment of your imagination, Ilyana. I'm real... and alive.”
Yana felt her brain stopped. “What do you mean, you're alive? I don’t wish to contradict you, sir, but you died during the Battle of Coruscant.”
“My identity did. My body survived.”
“So you’re… someone else now? A new name?”
“Yes. A name given to me when I Fell. Darth Vader.”
“I’m sorry, sir. WHAT?!”
Artur felt a familiar flutter in the Force, what little of it he could feel, from his hiding spot under the flooring. Yana. That meant she was still alive!
Ben felt someone Tepasi dancing in the Force, and… Anakin. Not Vader. Not Darth. Anakin. He told Owen that he was leaving for a while, then took the next shuttle to Coruscant. It was the best place to reorientate himself with the Core before going to Tepasi.
He meditated during the fourteen-hour shuttle ride and attempted to get into the World Between Worlds again. He was successful this time and started looking for Anakin, pointedly ignoring the gateways.
Yana stumbled slightly. “Okay, I think they gave me too many drugs.”
Anakin smiled in understanding. “Once you wake up fully, Ilyana, go call Vader by my name. You’ll see.”
“Alright, fine. For the sake of argument, how did we meet?”
“Devastator’s command deck, above Terra. You were still a third-year cadet. Piett brought you aboard to install the Pyrondi System and update our targeting software.”
Yana couldn’t argue with that. Her shoulders were flaring with pain again. “Waking up. But if I call Vader by your name and dies I’m haunting you.”
A chuckle. “Deal. Make sure you try to relax through the pain. I’ll see you soon.”
And then she broke the surface of consciousness, the pain slamming into her. This time Lapin and Lady Domina were the faces greeting her. She whimpered. “What happened? It hurts so much.”
Lapin’s lips thinned. “You got shot. We've grafted cloned skin onto your back and taking you to Recovery. Putting you back under in three, two, one...”
And back under she went. Yana knew enough about medicine to know that she'd be under for a while. Decided to kill time by talking with General Skywalker again. “HEY. YOU THERE?”
Ben tripped over his own feet at that one.
“I'M OVER HERE.”
That was Anakin. He broke into a flat run.
Yana went looking, stopping occasionally to shout back and forth, almost like echolocation. Ben followed the shouting.
Anakin was standing in front of a gateway looking into the Jedi Temple by the time Ilyana found him. Lines of clones were marching up the steps with a cloaked figure in the lead. He looked at her as she approached. “Any improvements, Ilyana?”
“I got shot, sir. I’m not sure yet.” She looked at the gateway. “What’re you looking at? I can’t see anything.”
“You can't, but I can. This was my Fall. Trying to see if I can redeem myself from this.”
“Maybe I can't see it because it isn't mine. Why did you fall?”
A painful sigh. “Love. Anger. Desperation. Arrogance. Poor judgement, in the end. I committed some very heinous acts on the final day of the Clone Wars.”
Ben traced the pathways and saw two figures, one tall adult and a child, staring at a gateway. Ventured closer. The two had their heads together, talking. “Anakin?”
Yana jumped to intercept the stranger – an old man, then a young man, shifting back and forth. “Halt. Identify yourself.” Her clothing flickered from furs to service grays to formal whites with gold epaulets.
The stranger raised his hands placatingly. “My name is Ben Kenobi, young one.” His body settled on ‘young’ and he looked down. “Well, Obi-Wan Kenobi now. What’s your name?”
Yana's uniform darkened, senior lieutenant insignia on the chest, Seventh Fleet emblem on the shoulder. “Senior Lieutenant Ilyana Pyrondi, WSO of the ISD Chimaera.” Then it flashed back to the leathers and furs almost stubbornly, then to a red and gold wedding dress, then back to the uniform.
Between the dress and the uniform was a very brief flicker of white and gold. Obi Wan observed with interest. “Well met, Lieutenant Pyrondi.”
Ilyana studied him, then turned to ask Anakin, “He's a Jedi?”
Anakin had Darkness in his eyes. “My former Master. The man who crippled me and left me for dead on Mustafar.”
She was still standing in front of Anakin and raised her arm cannon. Suspicious of the Jedi – having only heard tales of the worst.
“Lower your weapon, Ilyana. He won't attack me. Not here.”
For a second, the bridge of the Chimaera flickers around them. “You're unarmed, sir.”
“I'm one of the most powerful Force-sensitives in recorded history, Ilyana. I'm never unarmed.”
“Copy that, sir. But if he moves wrong I'm ventilating him.”
Obi-Wan silently thought that this one might have been too young to have ever seen a Jedi. Or that she was passed over for some reason. She was strong in the Force, but also weak in the Force. And what was it with Anakin and small violent brunettes?
Oh well, at least this one wasn't dying in front of him, although there was still a lot of physical pain around her. He lowered his hands slowly and sat down. Anakin did the same. Something was different about his former Padawan, but what?
In the material world, Artur had finally managed to navigate his way to the Recovery Room. He climbed out of the floor grate carefully and stumbled to Yana’s bedside, idly making a note to recalibrate the pressure and sensitivity in his new knee before being cleared for active duty as he grasped her hand gently and looked at the monitors. Grafted skin directly onto blaster burn. Nasty business. Yissa was already there, slumped against the bedding and fast asleep.
Artur's touch got through and Yana leaned slightly off to one side. Maybe this was the place that the Dreamwalkers went? There was no one left to ask, but her people called this the world of dreams.
Yana manifested a comfortable chair and took a seat. The pain was present but distant, and from time to time she could see horrible injuries on General Skywalker. A head burnt and scarred, missing limbs and more burn marks across his body, dried blood everywhere. Her own pain throbbed slightly at the sight of him. This must be what Vader look like under that suit.
Sometimes both of them were covered in blood. Sometimes she was, too. In the medbay, her fingers curled around Artur's. One thing about Thrawn, he always act to minimize civilian casualties where others do not.
There were times when she questioned her own role in the Empire, where she questioned whether, by seeking to protect all the little Yanas, she was making more of them? Thrawn had said to command without doubts and regrets, and that the clarity of hindsight is either vanity, foolishness, or madness. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. The nature of Imperial service was that you didn't usually have time to reflect on such things, but she had time now.
In the outside world, Artur pressed his head against their joined fingers and fell asleep right before Revy came in to check on the Little Demon. Paused. Pulled out her comm. “Recovery Room clear. No sign of him.” She gently pulled two more beds over and deposited both him and Yissa onto them before leaving silently, making sure that they were both tucked into Yana’s sides. Messaged an update to Lapin.
Yana pulled on his presence for some comfort, the way she used to less than two years ago. Suddenly, the three of them were joined by a very big, very confused man.
“OH GRACE AND OH SHIT. Artur. Wait. Let me put him back.”
The wedding dress appeared on her again and then confusingly the comfy chair became a command chair. Obi-Wan was amused. Like most people her age, she was feeling the pull of multiple destinies.
Anakin shot a warning look at him. “Don’t use the D-word, Obi-Wan.”
Ah, one of those. Obi-Wan nodded in understanding.
Yana was so very confused about her clothing, panicked over Artur being here, and annoyed at her inability to send him back. Artur, meanwhile, fell back on his training. Observed, then his eyes landed on Anakin. A nod of acknowledgement. “Lord Vader.”
Anakin gave Yana a look that just screamed ‘Told you so’ and she glared at him. Suddenly, they were on the Chimaera’s bridge and she was once again in that damned white uniform.
Artur looked at her, glancing down at where a rank plaque would be before coming to attention. What was he smirking at? “Grand Admiral Pyrondi, sir.”
Yana directed her glare at him. “Don’t you start with me.”
Anakin was impressed. She had an unprecedented level of control over this plane of existence.
Their surroundings shifted again. This time, they were on a cold, grassy plain. Pyrondi flinched as if she’d touched fire, and they were back in the World Between Worlds.
Artur and Anakin both looked at her in understanding. "Your home world?" Anakin asked.
“Yes. I don't want to talk about it.”
The scene shifted again, this time to Coruscant and the Imperial Throne. Artur's outfit turned into royal attire and a crown materialized on his head.
Obi-Wan looked at the girl and the newcomer, then at Anakin. “What did you do?”
He had finally realized what was different about Anakin. The burden of Destiny was gone from him. The Anakin in front of him was the Anakin before he had to be The Chosen One. The one he would've become if the burden had never rested on his shoulders at all. Hardened by war, but not weighed down by colossal expectations.
Anakin just looked at him. “I didn’t do anything, Obi-Wan. What did you do?”
“I heard this one.” He pointed at Yana. “Yelling her head off looking for someone, and I heard you. The next thing I knew, I was here.”
Anakin probed into the Force only to find that his Master-Padawan Force bond, the one he’d shredded and burned, slowly putting itself back together.
They had a lot to talk about, so Yana pulled Artur to the side, still keeping her arm cannon close to aiming at this ‘Kenobi’ and still staying close enough to listen. Things were so mutable here. She needed to have some discipline or she’d be standing in her blacks soon enough.
Artur's outfit shifted again, this time back to the black of Special Forces. Yana glanced at his rank plaque and smirked at him. “Grand General Tagge, sir.”
Like she said. This place was so mutable.
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Undisclosed Location, Ryloth
Ahsoka shifted as she slept. Her dream was so strange. Anakin. Obi Wan. A Tagge, and it was obviously a Tagge, that she'd seen somewhere before, and a woman that was somehow familiar. All of them standing in the World Between Worlds, the same one Ezra had pulled her into.
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World Between Worlds
Anakin shifted between himself and Vader, all the pain slamming back into him as destiny – fine, he could see why she hated that word – tried to shove things back on track. The future wasn't set just yet. Anakin might not be the Chosen One anymore, but the outcome could still be changed back. Vader – Anakin – Vader decided that they needed to get rid of Palpatine, and fast, before the Force did something drastic to any of them.
Obi-Wan saw the moment that decision settled. “You can’t. He’ll kill you.” Despite past actions, he didn’t want that to happen.
“If I don't, Obi Wan, how long do you think it will take for him to kill them? The galaxy deserves a better destiny.”
Artur looked up at him. He was tall, but Anakin was ridiculous. “Would our chances be better if you get your organic body back?”
Yana thought about it and shrugged. “If they can put my back together, the Tagge medics can restore you.”
Anakin turned to Artur. “Can they do it? Regrow my body?”
Artur shrugged. “As long as there's still something organic inside that suit. It's gonna be slow, and extremely painful, but we can do it.” A contemplative pause. “But if Darth Vader disappears, the entire galaxy is going to go nuts. Besides, nobody can hide from Him. Or so I hear.”
“There are blind spots in the Force. Even for a Sith.”
Artur nodded, a plan forming in his brain. “Good. So we move you to one of those blind spots and... regrow you.”
Obi-Wan shook his head. The things money and lack of oversight can achieve.
The Tagge scion looked Anakin in the eyes. “There’s a prototype battle armor that TaggeCo is developing. We can modify the exterior to look like your suit for after the procedure. The galaxy is gonna need some stability once Palpatine is gone.”
“I never want to see that suit again. I'll breathe on my own, or not at all”, Anakin said softly. He was tired.
Yana nodded in understanding. There were times that she honestly wanted to stop breathing after she was torn away from her world and family. “Understood, sir. Do you want that suit burned or scrapped?”
Anakin smiled. He knew he liked her for a reason. “Burned, Ilyana. I don't want a single piece of it to survive or be usable.”
“When I was small, the Dreamwalkers would talk about artifacts that sapped life energy, but gave the user great power. I think that's for the best.” A twitch of a smile. She might just give this man her kyber turret prototype and see what it would take to destroy that suit.
Anakin smiled. A small, wain smile. “The myths I grew up with were all about Ekkreth. He was supposed to be our liberator, our vengeance against the depurs. Maybe, once the Old Bastard is gone I'll go back to Tatooine and finally make that happen.”
Yana smiled back at him. “I'll help you.”
A better destiny. Obi-Wan considered The Two. One not supposed to live, the other not supposed to be. “Now we just have to figure out how you disappear, Anakin.”
“Test-flying a new fighter is always a good bet.”
Artur looked at Obi-Wan. “Confirmed sightings of Kenobi in the Core?”
Anakin smirked. “That could work.”
Obi-Wan thought about it. It could work. Maybe. “It would have to be the Deep Core. Somewhere you can't be tracked at all.”
Artur opened his mouth. Closed it. Thought hard. Opened it again. “There is a facility... just one, in the Deep Core. We use it for more... controversial experiments. We can regrow you there if you can get to it without raising suspicion.”
Obi-Wan was watching Chaos at work. The living Force was always chaotic, and perhaps that was the Order's biggest error. He remembered an old story about a king trying to drive back the tide, but the ocean had its way, washing over the king and his castles of sand.
The Order was once that castle, the Council the king and Palpatine the wave. Now, the Empire was that castle, Palpatine the king, and The Dynasty was the ocean that would wash over the galaxy.
Obi-Wan listened carefully as they planned out details of his ‘sightings’ and ‘suspicious movements.’
Anakin idly noted that Piett and Veers would have a cat. Ozzel might stroke out again with any luck. He himself was all in. Operation: Tidal Force was underway.
Speaking of. “Artur, can you do something about Ozzel while I’m gone? Pretty sure he's a rebel plant.”
“Silent removal, sir?”
“That's preferable.”
“You got it, sir. I'll make some calls.”
Yana looked around. “How are we getting out of here?”
Artur shrugged. “Wait for the pain meds to wear off?”
“I think I might be in surgery, that's why I've been under for so long.”
“You're not. You're just doped up on painkillers and sedatives to let the bacta have maximum effect.”
“I’m on my way to Coruscant right now”, Obi-Wan chimed in. “Is Byss close to where Anakin’s going?”
Yana had never even heard of the place before. Artur had. “Not really, but it’s the closest planet to jump from. Still a four-day trip in hyperspace though.”
Obi-Wan nodded, looking at Yana. Why did she look familiar? He suddenly realized who she was. “You’re Cadet Yeet.”
Yana closed her eyes and swore like the sailor she was. Her Royal days really were coming back to haunt her. Anakin was confused. “Who?”
“Don’t ask, sir.”
Anakin made a note to look up ‘Cadet Yeet’ once they were done. If even Obi-Wan knew about it from the ass end of Tatooine, it was something worth looking into.
Yana felt the pain coming back. “I’m waking up soon. Everyone agree on the plan?” Nods all around. “Great. We’ll see you both soon.”
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Recovery Room, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead
She woke up fully if slowly, her back from shoulders to waist pounding like a rotten tooth. Those were some strange, strange dreams. The graft was a thin pink line. TaggeCo medical tech really was the best in the galaxy.
Artur was stirring from her right side. She hugged his head and gently ran a hand through his hair out of habit. He looked up at her. Blinked the sleep out of his eyes. “You had the same dream I had, right?”
“Lord Vader and the strange old man in the starlight world?”
“Yeah.”
They fell into a long-lost habit, Yana tucking herself into his chest while he propped himself up into a sitting position. “We’re really gonna stage a coup, huh?”
“Eventually, yeah. My family’s been planning this since Order 66.”
There was so much more Yana wanted to ask, but Yissa was waking up next to her. Artur gently pushed himself away and off the bed before she could see her wyf cuddling her ex. He knew how much loyalty meant to her. Wouldn’t help her cheat, not even with a cuddle.
Artur stumbled slightly as he went to the door. It was locked, programmed shut. “Override code: Tenno-Zero-Two.”
It refused to open. There was a note on the wall next to it. “I’m taking over temporarily. Get your shits together and sort yourselves out. This has gone on long enough – Lapin.”
That was the Voice of Domina speaking. The ‘or else’ was unspoken, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Lapin meant the problems between him and Yissa. Speaking of, she was glaring a hole into the back of his head.
Oh, as they say, shit.
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From Star Wars: Doctor Aphra Vol. 2 #035, “Mad Methods”
Art by Minkyu Jung and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Alyssa Wong
#star wars: doctor aphra#domina tagge#lapin tagge#doctor aphra#chelli lona aphra#just lucky#sana starros#star wars#marvel#comics#star wars comics#marvel comics
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From Star Wars: Doctor Aphra Vol. 2 #028, “Code of Honor”
Art by Minkyu Jung and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Alyssa Wong
#star wars: doctor aphra#brene#boushh#ilini#tans#hareck#domina tagge#just lucky#detta yao#ariole yu#sana starros#magna tolvan#ronen tagge#lapin#star wars#marvel#comics#star wars comics#marvel comics
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From Star Wars: Doctor Aphra Vol. 2 #021, “Desperate Measures”
Art by Minkyu Jung and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Alyssa Wong
#star wars: doctor aphra#doctor aphra#chelli aphra#spark eternal#sana starros#iglan'tine nos#kho phon farrus#boushh#brene#tans#ariole yu#just lucky#domina tagge#lapin#magna tolvan#star wars#marvel#comics#star wars comics#marvel comics
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Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 1): Tagge Showdown
Domina Tagge | Identity: wlw | Media: Doctor Aphra comics
Domina Tagge is the brutal girlboss head of the Tagge megacorporation. After Aphra “killed” Ronen Tagge, she hired bounty hunters to capture Aphra, but instead of executing her, she offered the rogue archeologist a job to acquire for her a Nihil Path engine. She has a crush on Aphra, but flirts in such an unhinged way it had to be clarified by the author. When her brother Silas hired Boushh’s crew to assassinate the rest of the board, she defended herself using the lightsaber inspired proto-blade, killed Silas, and then recruited Boushh’s crew. They defended her against another Crimson Dawn coup, which she had arranged to flush out the Crimson Dawn operatives in the corporation. She’s peak “if you want a girlfriend who would murder you” material.
She originated in the 1977 Marvel Star Wars comic series, hence her on the nose name and unadorned design. This makes her the first character to originate in Legends brought into the New EU and made queer. In Legends, she was force sensitive. It's unknown if her New EU counterpart is as well, although her skill with the protoblade suggests it.
Lapin Tagge | Identity: nonbinary | Media: Doctor Aphra comics
Lapin Tagge is the cousin and secretary of Domina Tagge. Lapin is the only member of her family that Domina trusts, and they are loyal and seemingly unambitious. They are your typical loyal aide archetype, always around Domina as well as being trusted to manage “independent contractors” and interrogate Crimson Dawn spies on her behalf. They are very professional, so little is known about their personal life.
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Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 2): General Bracket Match 13
Just Lucky | Identity: bisexual (male and nonbinary) | Media: Doctor Aphra comics
Just Lucky, to pay for his brother’s gambling debts, was forced to become a member of the Canto Bight based crime syndicate the Sixth Kin. There he began a relationship with another lieutenant of the syndicate, Ariole Yu. He later left the active service of the Sixth Kin and broke off his relationship with Yu, which he could do as long as he kept paying off his brother’s gambling debts. He took jobs off planet and eventually became an associate of Doctor Aphra. But when she attempted to obtain the Rings of Vaale, he became a double agent for the wealthy Ronen Tagge. After Aphra “killed” Ronen, he captured her for Dominia Tagge. She offered Aphra a job, while cutting off Lucky.
Needing a constant flow of cash, he returned to the Sixth Kin to see if they had any jobs. He was forced to work with Ariole Yu, his ex, to kill their shared mentor who had defected to Crimson Dawn. They fought Crae, refusing his offer to join Crimson Dawn. After they lost, they were thrown in the brig where they joined Aphra and Sana Starros is escaping. However, Aphra eventually stranded the two. Qi’ra gave her pitch for Crimson Dawn and then let them leave. Back on Canto Bight, the Sixth Kin attempted to bait them into killing each other. They saw through this and decided to take a job from Ronen Tagge to steal the Spark Eternal.
To do this job, they confronted a Spark Eternal possessed Aphra on the Vermillion. But seeing what they were up against, they decided to hit the bricks. As they fled, they ran into Sana Starros’ “Save Aphra” crew, running to confront/save Aphra. Just Lucky ended up convincing Ronen to save Sana’s team after they were defeated and their ship destroyed. Sana convinced Ronen that his only choice was to kill Domina, and that her team would join him to repay their “debt”. They joined Ronen in his Crimson Dawn supported coup for the Tagge Corporation, which turned out to be a trap Domina and Sana set to lure Ronen and his supporters into the open. Sana arranged for all of their debts to the Tagge Corporation to be forgiven, so Ariole and Just Lucky joined her in attempting to save Aphra.
In addition to his reignited relationship with Ariole, he also has a crush on the non-binary Lapin Tagge.
Conder Kyl | Identity: mlm | Media: Aftermath trilogy
Conder Kyl was a New Republic slicer employed by New Republic intelligence. Between the first two books of the Aftermath trilogy, he began a relationship with Sinjir Rath Velus (the first queer character in the New EU), a member of an Imperial war criminal capture squad. However, due to Sinjir’s alcoholism and hatred of vulnerability from being part of the ISB, their relationship was strained. Believing himself to be an unworthy partner, Sinjir broke up with Conder. However, Sinjir latter approached Conder and begged for his help to help work through all the politicking in the Senate against sending New Republic forces to Jakku. In the process, Conder was captured, and after Sinjir rescued him the two reconciled and got back together. Conder later got the chance to save Sinjir’s life in the process of foiling an assassination attempt against Mon Mothma. After the Battle of Jakku, he married Sinjir. His most recent appearance was a cameo in the novel Last Shot, where he is the chief of cyberware in the New Republic’s Digital Warfare Department.
As he is a supporting character, he doesn’t get any PoV chapters. Despite being a very skilled slicer, he is very straightforward and simply good. Despite Sinjir’s own self-esteem problems, he didn’t mistrust Sinjir for being an ex-Imperial. All the conflict in the relationship came from Sinjir’s own mental health problems.
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These Star Wars characters are canonically queer! Links to each character profile will be added as they are posted. List begins under the cut!
Ackmena
Adrialla
Alak
Alys Ongwa, aka Crash
Amara Kel, aka Shadow
Amilyn Holdo
Ariole Yu
Audj Seedol
Aurin
Aytar
Baako Moradi
Beesar Tal-Apurna
Bibs
Brene
Cassie Cryar
Casul Seedol
Caysin Bog
Ceret
Chase Wilsorr
Chass na Chadic
Chelli Lona Aphra
Chellwinark Frethylrin
Cincey
Cinta Kaz
Cohmac Vitus
Conder Kyl
Dec Hansen
Deemus Abrus
Delian Mors
Detta Yao
Dima
Domina Tagge
Eemee
Ela Radodan
Eleodie Maracavanya
Emory
Er Dal
Eron
Erta
Esmelle
Eustacia Okka
Falloo
Fel Ix
Flix
Gen Tri
Gido
Ginruda
Gojuni Motts-Danel
Gulu
Hackrack Bep
Hareck
Harli Jafan
Harmon
Holo
Howlrunner (Theta Squadron)
Ilini
Ilyana
Ione Marcy
Irei
Isabalia
Jezra'lin
Jom Lariin
Jordan Smythe
Jordanna Sparkburn
Joy Iya
Just Lucky
Kaeden Larte
Kalandra
Kantam Sy
Keo Venzee
Kho Phon Farrus
Kimb
Kinni
Kiren
Kitrep Soh
Klerin Chekkat
Kor Plouth
Kryys Durango
Lando Calrissian
Lapin Tagge
Larma D'Acy
Ledaney
Lee Skillen
Leox Gyasi
Losha Tarkon
Lula Talisola
Luu
Magna Tolvan
Marlowe San Tekka
Matthea Cathley
Merrin
Moona
Monti Calay
Murra Mors
Nubarron
Occo Quentto
Odelia
Orka
Oshi Karmo
Rae Sloane
Raf Thatchburn
Raidah Doon
Reyé Hollis
Rhee
Ric Farazi
Rooper Nitani
Sabé
Saché
Sana Starros
Sannab Ro
Shirene
Sinjir Rath Velus
Sister
Sky Graf
Smeemarm
Sola Naberrie
Sonogari
Sorschi
Svi'no Atchapat
Sylvestri Yarrow
T'onga
Taka Jamoreesa
Tal Veridian
Tam Posla
Tans
Tantagru Motts-Danel
Tareesh
Teemank
Tepoh
Terec
Thandeka
TK-421
Ty Yorrick
Tyros
Varko Grey
Vel Sartha
Vellis San Tekka
Vernestra Rwoh
Vi Moradi
Vukorah
Wesson Dove
Wilhuff Tarkin
Wrobie Tyce
Wyl Lark
Yana Ro
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